Boys Will Be Boys

Writers: Ames, Eimi, Paula
Date Posted: 27th September 2010

Characters: Rosid, Valar, Sirgin
Description: A group of apprentices flap their mouths.
Location: Amber Hills Hold
Date: month 11, day 5 of Turn 5

Rosid tossed the last sack of grain into the wagon. The journeyman
marked it on his hide and nodded to the wagon driver. The wagon
started to roll towards the mill.

"Okay, lads. Let's take a break. Be back in half a candlemark," the
journeyman declared.

"About time," Rosid grinned and went to get his waterskin.

Valar breathed a sigh of relief when the journeyman gave them a
break. He felt like they'd been working from sunup with not a single
stop. Stretching his muscles, he sauntered over to Rosid and snatched
up the other waterskin.

"Thought he'd never give us a break," Valar grumbled, taking a rather
long swig from the skin. Then he wiped his mouth with the back of his
hand. "If I didn't know better, I could have sworn that journeyman was
watching us a bit too closely. I didn't like it," Valar snarled the
last word as he looked in the direction the journeyman had gone.

Sirgin reached for the waterskin next. "He's a snobbish one, that
one," he agreed. Of course they were used to be looked down on by their
'betters', but it still put a bad taste in his mouth.

"He certainly does work us off like drudges," Rosid snorted and
spilled some water into his hand and spread it around his face and neck.
"Maybe he doesn't like that his sister is smiling favorably towards me," he said with a leery grin.

"You lucky snit. She's not given me even a glance," Valar said. "I bet
she'll be really _good_." He added, making a bit of a crude gesture
and laughing at the thought. "I wouldn't mind a chance to find out."

"You wouldn't know what to do with a woman if she were lying naked with
spread legs right in front of you," Sirgin sneered. He could never
pass up an opportunity to shoot a jab at Valar.

"Oh yeah," Valar sneered, shoving Sirgin until he landed on his
backside. Valar laughed. "I'd know how to show a girl a _good_ time,
unlike you, who'd be the one lying on _your_ back," he snickered.

"I certainly didn't mind when it was _your_ sister who was riding me,"
Sirgin growled back, getting to his feet and giving Valar a strong shove
in return. "But you should know. I hear you've had a piece of her,
too."

Valar gave him a bit of a shove back, then guffawed a bit. Hitching
his pants up, he snorted, "Just about everyone's had a piece of that
slut. You know she's just my step-sister. Besides, she told me with an
awkward bumpkin _you_ were."

"Oh yeah? She told me she always thought you liked _boys_," Sirgin
said with no humor left in his voice. "And she _still_ wonders."

"That's crackdust and you know it!" Valar snarled, really shoving
Sirgin this time. "Take it back or I'll beat you until even your mother
can't recognize you," Valar growled grabbing Sirgin by the front of
his shirt. Valar's fist was clenched and he was ready to pummel his
friend over the slight. "It would be a warm day on Pern before I'd
look at a boy _that_ way, maybe _you_ like boys, but I'm such a catch
that the girls will fall at my feet!" His eyes flickered with his anger.

Rosid shuddered, the mere thought gave him the creeps.

"They'd have to be at your feet to get noticed by you if you're bent
over and taking it in the tail!" Sirgin barked right back, raising his
own fist and ready to strike.

"Oh, shardit. You're both such dimglows," Rosid snarled, tired of their
constant arguing. He gave them both a swift kick to the ankle. "I thought
you preferred ovines, Sirgin," he sneered. "And your step-sister certainly
looks like one," he shot at Valar.

Sirgin was about to turn on Rosid before he thought better of it. He
knew just how stupid an idea that would be. "Well I'd certainly take an
ovine over anything that tail-chaser had touched." But he took a step back and grabbed up the waterskin again.

Valar was still rubbing his ankle when Sirgin backed down. "You didn't
have to hit me so hard," he grumbled, limping back over to his waterskin. He would never fight Rosid, not unless he had a death-wish. "She does look
a bit like an ovine," his slower thinking finally caught onto what Rosid
had said and he snickered.

"You dimglows don't get it unless it's bounded into you," Rosid said
sarcastically.

Valar shrugged. "Even my da learned that I did better with fists than
with brains." Then, having partially forgotten what had even caused the
altercation, he asked, "Do we really have to stay here and wait around
for the journeyman to return? It's so sharding hot."

"Just why does he get to slink off into the cool while we're expected to
sit here like canines," Sirgin agreed.

Rosid looked around. The journeyman had indeed disappeared from sight. "I don't know about you, but I'm going to go and grab a bite to eat," he said.

"Count me in," Valar stated. He would follow Rosid just about anywhere.
He always knew the best places to go, the best people and he, in a sense, made Valar feel taken care of in a round about way.

Sirgin threw the waterskin into the back of the cart. "Me too."

With a final glance around, to make sure the journeyman wasn't seeing
them, Rosid threw his arms around his friends' shoulders. "Let's go!"

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