Lethargic Musings

Writers: Rochelle
Date Posted: 1st September 2009

Characters: R'syl
Description: R'syl lets his mind wander after Usaeth loses Veyeth's flight.
Location: River Bluff Weyr
Date: month 4, day 14 of Turn 5
Notes: Mentioned: Ariau, Lenala, Tsaera, Zharesti.

R'syl watched hazily as the woman stepped away from the bed, treating him to a fine view of her curves as she bent over to retrieve her skirt. There was a flash of blue on well tanned skin, then a creamy tunic removed the last teasing line of her shoulders from view. She paused a moment to finish straightening her clothes and hair, and then she was gone without a word.

He rolled his face back toward the ceiling, letting his eyes close as he felt the weight of post-flight lethargy settle on him. Distantly, he could still feel the last vestiges of Usaeth's disappointment, but the bronze was exhausted and nearly asleep, humming softly with pleasure vicariously borrowed from his riders.

Jamila... or was it Jilama? He couldn't remember at the moment, but one of the two was her name. He recognized her now, well, remembered her. Since that green flight a few months back she'd been searching him out of the crowds whenever Usaeth lost a flight. It would bother him more if she hadn't told him that she wasn't interested in a more permanent relationship since her husband's death, just someone she could close her eyes and pretend was Mirast.

Of course, he wasn't much better. With her dark hair and brown eyes, she reminded him of Masair. And even if he wasn't always thinking of his lost wife in the throes of passion, it didn't mean he was adverse to the illusion.

He sighed, feeling his body sinking slowly into the bed. Even now, turns after her death and a whole continent away from his children and with a whole new life, Masair still haunted him. Their relationship had been so intense, and he'd lost her so suddenly, he guessed it made sense to mourn her so long. But after so much time, he'd hoped that he would be able to go through life without it hurting quite so much.

Jamila -that was it- was about the only one he went to for flights anymore, yet the whole situation was impersonal, professional. There was nothing more there than two people feeding a mutual need, even after the intensity of a gold flight.

Not just any gold flight. The gold flight. Usaeth had chased senior golds before, but neither dragon nor rider had ever been in a flight determining the new Weyrwoman as well as Weyrleader. Zharesti would make a good Weyrwoman, certainly better than Lenala to his mind, although it remained to be seen whether she would ever live up to Tsaera's impressive example. Frankly, he was rather glad it was Zharesti. She already had some experience in the job, and the thought of Usaeth chasing young Alabieth after they'd just barely gotten her and Ariau through weyrlinghood made him ill.

The hadn't won a gold flight yet, although not for the lack of trying on Usaeth's part, and this time R'syl was rather grateful that he hadn't won. He hadn't been in the wings for turns, not since that brief stint after recovering from his injuries in the third Fall. Weyrlings were practically all he knew, and most days that was more than enough responsibility for him. He couldn't even imagine himself as a wingleader, let alone a Weyrleader.

A slight smile snaked across his lips as he opened his eyes to stare at the ceiling with slightly more comprehension than before. He'd just eliminated all the golds at River Bluff -he couldn't stand Lenala and Usaeth had shown no interest in chasing her gold either. Tabanirth was no longer rising, Zharesti was now Weyrwoman, and Ariau would be like sleeping with his daughter. If Usaeth listened to his rider at all, the poor bronze had just been condemned to chasing greens for eternity.

Not that there was anything wrong with that, but even if R'syl had no interest in the women, it didn't mean he got to dictate how his bronze decided to deal with their golds. If Usaeth chased anything with wings, R'syl wasn't going to stop him. It wasn't like they wouldn't be occupied either way.

There was going to be a new clutch on the Sands soon, new dragonets for him and Usaeth to watch over and train into the riders Pern needed. Probably a lot of them too. Veyeth was younger than Tabanirth, and it had been a good flight. In a few months he was going to be really busy again, and somewhere in the middle of all _that_, Alabieth would probably rise and add to the chaos.

For some reason, the thought was more exciting and more energizing than anything pertaining to flightlust, and R'syl let out a groan. What was it about endless cycles of punishment that excited him so much?

Shoving the blankets away, he hauled himself to an upright position, scrubbing at his eyes. There was no point in laying in bed for the rest of the day. He'd given Jamila enough time to get away, Usaeth was asleep on the heights, and his staff was probably looking for him by now. It was time to get back to work.

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