Getting to Know You ...

Writers: Eimi, Paula
Date Posted: 30th October 2009

Characters: R'sedel, Telemon
Description: Telemon has to deal with a very flirty visiting greenrider!
Location: Dragonsfall Weyr
Date: month 5, day 14 of Turn 5

R'sedel reached out a hand to stop the man before he could walk passed him. "Excuse me a moment."

"Yes, Greenrider?" Telemon asked, started out of his thoughts.

"Oh, nothing. Sorry," R'sedel smiled as he looked straight into the healer's eyes. "I thought I knew you from somewhere, but now that I get a better look at you I realize this is my first time laying eyes on you." And shards, what pretty eyes the man had! That was the real reason the greenrider had stopped him. He had wanted a better look at those amber, flecked eyes. "I'm R'sedel of River Bluff."

"I'm Telemon, the Weyrhealer," his response was quite automatic. "So, what brings River Bluff's rider to the Dragonsfalls?"

"A little old biddie I know wanted to visit family." He shrugged modestly. "I thought, why not? I hadn't checked out Dragonsfall nearly as much as I'd like. There are so many fascinating people to meet."

"Aren't there fascinating people everywhere?" Telemon said. He certainly had met his share of interesting people during his career as healer.

"Of course," R'sedel grinned. "And it's my goal in this life to meet them all. And right now, I want to know more about the fascinating gentleman right in front of me."

"I'm a healer, what else there are to know," Telemon replied. He was only now getting aware of his tone and that he was talking with male greenrider.

"Well, why don't we get a drink and you can tell me all about how you ended up being a healer? Maybe you'd like to know how I ended up being a mason." Not that the story was all that fascinating, but he liked talking about himself too.

"Thanks but no thanks. I don't have the time," Telemon tried to duck it.

"Oh, but where do you have to go?" R'sedel asked innocently. "Surely you're not going to the infirmary since I do believe you were coming from that direction."

"No, I'm going for lunch," Telemon replied and realized that it was mistake. Now he would probably stick for company. He still didn't know how to deal with flirty greenriders (of both gender.)

"Fantastic!" R'sedel cried, just as the poor healer had suspected. "I'm starving. I'm still a growing boy, after all." The greenrider slapped his belly for emphasis. "Now tell me," he wrapped his arm around Telemon's shoulder as he fell in next to him, "where you born in the Weyr or did you come as a Candidate?"

"No, I was born in the Northern continent. I'm only been in Weyr for past turn or so," Telemon replied.

"Now see? There you go. Fascinating. How did you end up quitting the North then?"

"My wife-to-be left with other man and the south had an urgent need for healers," Telemon find himself telling him things he rarely even thought these days.

"Women can be so cruel," the greenrider said with a knowing sigh. "Of course, I can't say much. I've broken more than one heart in my life."

"I bet you have," Telemon said dryly.

"I have! But enough about me. Tell me more about the South's urgent needs."

"I was travelling healer for very many Turns," Telemon said with a shrug.

"And you just tripped into a Weyr? That was a an odd choice. Was there something in particular about the Weyr's way of life that... piqued your interest?" R'sedel asked hopefully.

"No, the Hall sent me here, 'cause they thought I wouldn't have any problems working with female crafters," Telemon said.

"There Weyr must have been hard up if they asked the _Hall_ for help," R'sedel said with real surprise. "There's no Hall trained Healers in my Weyr that I know of."

"It's very rare, I know," Telemon said. "I think it's a matter of not having suitable, weyr-trained master healer available on their own. There's a acute lack of them. Too many healers are also dragonriders, and they can't fill the Weyrhealer's position," He explained.

"True, but plenty of Healers stay on in the Weyr even if they don't Impress. There must have been something wonderful about you." The flirty grin had returned. "I surely hope I can discover it."

"There's nothing wonderful in me. I'm very boring and too dedicated to my craft," Telemon said, trying to get him leave him.

"Ah, but there's nothing to wrong with being dedicated to such a noble craft!" R'sedel protested. After all, healers had the best hands!

"I'm sure there is some naughty under tone in that statement, but I really don't want to know what it is," Telemon's voice was dry as autumn's leaves.

"There's nothing wrong with having a bit of a naughty mind. I'm sure you have one yourself. Come on, admit it," R'sedel said sternly. How could the man have adapted to Weyrlife and stayed completely virtuous, after all!

Telemon shook his head vehemently.

"All right, I see," the greenrider said with a comprehending nod of his head. "You think that because I'm a flirty greenrider, I'm going to try to press myself upon you, is that it?"

"Welllll," Telemon didn't want to say it, but that was exactly what he was thinking. R'sedel could read his true meaning quite easily. He had seen it before. "Is it that I am a _male_ greenrider? Or have you just not lived in the Weyr long enough to have grown comfortable with open flirtation?"

"The later one," Telemon said. He got equally uncomfortable around openly flirting _female_ greenriders too.

R'sedel chuckled softly. "Well, how are you ever to get accustomed to it if you always run away? And just what do you think I could do to you, eh? Make you blush a little?"

"Who knows what you can do?" Telemon replied with irritation in his voice.

The greenrider gasped. "You think I would _rape_ you?" He placed his hand dramatically over his heart. "Me? Son to a former Weyrleader and brother to another? You think _I_ would force you against your will?"

"No, I don't think _that_," Telemon was shocked. "Look, why don't you just go to find some nice bluerider and leave me alone?" he suggested.

"Look," R'sedel said, putting his hand out to stop Telemon from walking further. "I like you, Healer. That doesn't mean I want to necessarily bed you, since you haven't given me any indication whatsoever that you're interested in men. I think you have an interesting story to tell, and I love a good story. I'm a gossip at heart and I freely admit it. I flirt, yes, but I flirt with everyone. I flirt because it's fun to flirt, and it doesn't matter if you feel anything for me or I anything for you. It's just my way. Now if you don't like me, if you find me boorish, annoying or just truly have taken a disliking to me, I'm a big man. I can handle that. But if you are not opposed to telling me more about yourself, and if you're willing to over look the occasional flirt, I would like to have lunch with you. After it's done, I'll pick up my old auntie and be off on my way. Now what's it going to be?"

"I don't mind your company for a lunch and I do enjoy swamping stories. My social skills maybe bit rusty," Telemon answered.

That was more like it! "If you'll give it a try, I'll give it a try."

"All right," Telemon nodded. "Do you want to hear a story how I dealt with a band of holdless robbers?"

R'sedel was genuinely intrigued. "Now _that_ will make excellent table talk!"

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