The Weyr's Slut

Writers: Len, Paula
Date Posted: 21st December 2010

Characters: Sh'lua, G'wen, M'shan, T'bel
Description: The four riders celebrate M'shan becoming a sr weyrling and Sh'lua and T'bel flirt too much for the younger boys liking
Location: Dragonsfall Weyr
Date: month 12, day 22 of Turn 5
Notes: Meantioned: Cardella, E'naer

G'wen sat at the dinning table, half asleep. His da had just left, the
recent victim of a minor thread injury that meant all he wanted to do
was go back to his weyr to sleep and see to Manarth, who had taken a
score on his wing and was out of action for at least the next month.
The young boy watched his father's retreating back and blinked at his father's weyrmate, asking, "is he okay?"

Looking up from the full glass of white wine-his second--T'bel said,
"yeah sweetie, don't worry. He's just worried about his lifemate. It's
been awhile since either one of them got a threadscore. And so soon
after your Impression! I think he's just disappointed in himself, is
all." Looking up from their table, he spotted a friendly face.
"Sh'lua! Over here!"

"T'bel!" Sh'lua waived a greeting for the familiar face and weaved his way to them.

Turning back to G'wen, T'bel laughed. "You going to stay awake there?"

At his words, G'wen snapped back, for he was falling asleep. He looked up to see Sh'lua coming their way. All the early mornings with Neath were taking their toll.

"Hello there, how are you been?" Sh'lua said and eyed G'wen
curiously. He noticed the junior weyrling's knots. "And congratulations
to you, you must be G'waren's little boy."

T'bel pulled over an empty glass and pored him some wine. "We're fine," he said, smiling.

G'wen blushed a bit at the congrats. For someone who had been so sure
he wasn't going to impress, it had all been a bit of a shock that he
had. Speaking up, he said, "how is C'lua? I met you and your son a
while back, you might not remember."

"I do remember," Sh'lua looked slightly embarrased. He had forgotten the boy, he had been so unassuming it was easy to forget his face. "You were very helpful. And C'lua is doing okay."

T'bel tried not to laugh into his glass. From the look on Sh'lua's face, he knew the man was lying to the boy. But then again, G'wen wasn't the most menorable person. Being shy in a Weyr never paid off. To Sh'lua, he asked, "you meeting anyone or can you stay for a drink or two?"

"Well, the plan is to celebrate with my brother his promotion to Senior Weyrling," Sh'lua replied.

"Ah, well you both can join us! G'waren gone off to nurse his threadscore and this one doing his best to fall asleep sitting up. It'd be nice to see a happy face. Or two." T'bel gave G'wen a cheeky grin to let him know he was only teasing. "Who's your brother?"

"M'shan," Sh'lua replied.

"Oh, I met M'shan before!" G'wen said, perking up at the familiar name.

"I see him coming," Sh'lua remarked and waived his hands. It didn't take long until M'shan appeared.

"Hiya all," the young brownrider greeted.

"Hi, do you mind if we join T'bel and G'wen?" Sh'lua asked.

"Not at all," M'shan replied and slipped into a free chair. "oh boy, G'wen, you look tired. Neath not letting you sleep?" he asked with compassionate : been there, done that, I know exactly how you feel -tone.

G'wen made an attempt to laugh. "She's not so bad, it's more the others waking up at all hours of the night. And just when you try and get back to sleep, then she_does_wake up, wanting to eat. You all know the drill."

"Oh, yes," M'shan sighed. "I think I spent the first month in a state of constant sleep deprivation."

"Don't worry, kid, it gets better," T'bel said. "After you get your own weyr, then all you have to worry about is that first mating flight, and threadfall, of course." He winked at Sh'lua over the rim of his wine glass. Weyrlings always deserved a bit of teasing.

"Ah-hah," M'shan said.

"Or catching occasional green with male rider," Sh'lua grinned mischieviously at his brother and replied to T'bel's wink.

"Oh yes, there's that for you, M'shan. And dealing with your up-himself bronze wingleader." T'bel sat back to enjoy the looks on the boys' faces. "Yes indeed, good times ahead for both of you!"

M'shan took a big swing from his mug. "I think I can handle it," he said with confident voice. He sounded more confident that he actually felt.

G'wen's stomach lurched a bit at the actual reality of a Flight. And a threadscore. Or worse, Neath threadscored! He reached for T'bel's glass.

"Oh no you don't, little man!" T'bel exclaimed, slapping the boy's hands. "Do you want me telling E'naer on you? I'll do it!"

Sh'lua chuckled. "Mothering him?" he asked T'bel.

"More like smothering me," G'wen muttered darkly.

Sh'lua laughed and M'shan patted G'wen's shoulder comfortingly.

"Well, someone's got to do it," T'bel said in a mock huff. He was joking up underneath there was no way the boy was getting a sip of any wine for a long long time. "When you get to his stage," and he pointed at M'shan, "then you can have all the wine you want."

G'wen looked at M'shan and rolled his eyes. To change the subject, he said, "oh, Lien says to give her love. I saw her the other day, tormenting a new weyrbrat in the 'ways of the kitchen'."

"Uh-oh," M'shan said and his expression was such that it made Sh'lua laugh even more.

"Ah yes, the lovely Lien," T'bel muttered. "And now Cardella's impressed, so does that mean we're back to the stodge that Lien likes to call pasties?" He, for one, was glad the lovely girl had Impressed but was going to miss her bakery talents in the kitchens.

"Yeah, me too. Lien...I think I bedded her once," Sh'lua said musingly.

M'shan stared him and shuddered: " You must have been temporarily insane."

"No, just very, very drunk. And she was much younger then."

"I didn't know it was possible to get_that_drunk," G'wen muttered, echoing M'shan's shudder.

"I never realised she had sex," T'bel said, eyeing S'lua like there was something wrong with him. "You_will_sleep with just about anything, won't you?"

"Yes," Sh'lua admitted and wasn't even ashamed of it.

"You are_such_a slut!" T'bel exclaimed. "When I was looking around for some nice blue rider to lose this boy's virginity," and he nudged the furiously blushing G'wen, "why didn't I think of you?"

"Well, too late for that now," Sh'lua just shrugged.

"So when do you and Juth fly your first thread?" G'wen asked M'shan, doing his best to ignore the grown men who were giggling worse than two little girls.

"It will be two or three month's from now. They haven't announced the date yet," M'shan replied.

"Nervous?" He rolled his eyes at the two men. "Those two should just get a room already."

"Who wouldn't? Wanna bet how long it takes before those two leave together?" M'shan replied and asked, looking the two older riders. "If my brother's hand is where I think it is, it shouldn't take long," he whispered, sounding bit disgusted.

"Am I allowed to make bets? Or is that off limits to junior weyrlings too? Everything else is." G'wen tone sounded annoyed, reflecting his attitude towards T'bel. This was the Weyr and whilst he knew T'bel and his da weren't always faithful to one another, a part of him was getting angry watching it play out right under his nose. And with his da injured!

"I think so. How could it possible damage your lifemate if you loose your marks?" M'shan said.

"Well, with her big ego, it_might_were I to lose!" Leaning close, he added, "I think she thinks she's sort of like the queen of the clutch since she was the first female out and there was no actual queen. Well, none of the dragon-kind anyways." He glared in T'bel's direction.

"Sounds like you have quite a girl. Thank Faranth Juth's typical brown: level-headed and easy going."

"Exactly," said T'bel, catching G'wen's disapproving looks. "With a big bossy green who's trying to conduct herself like a little Genith and you a pretty little boy who's about the smallest of the green riders..." He glanced at S'lua and winked. "You'll be the Weyr's slut soon enough."

Even Sh'lua thought that comment was bit rude and he didn't answer to T'bel's wink.

"And, until then," T'bel continued, taking in the brothers' looks and G'wen's angry face, "that role will be mine, is that right, my fellow green rider? Fine." He stood up to leave. "I think I'll go and see how your father is doing."

"Maybe I could come along to cheer him up?" Sh'lua suggested.

"You're fine where you are," was T'bel's answer as he walked away.

"Hmph," Sh'lua hurumphed and then shrugged it off.

M'shan rolled his eyes at him. "I think I saw Cardella and Odyne. Should we go to join the girls and ask how they are doing?" he suggested to G'wen. "Or would you rather go to sleep?"

"Oh, Odyne! I don't think I've actually spoken with her since the Hatching." The girls lovely faces had to be better than Sh'lua's and the departed T'bel. He nodded his head at M'shan to say 'let's go.'

"All right," the young brownrider said. "You coming?" he asked his brother.

"Bunch of junior weyrlings? I sit that one out, even if they were pretty ones."

"We'll have to meantion to T'bel we finially found something he won't shag," G'wen muttered to M'shan as he stood up.

M'shan just nodded and took his drink with him.

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