Don't Mother Me

Writers: Ames, Len
Date Posted: 19th July 2013

Characters: Kenza, T'bel, G'wen, S'vin
Description: Kenza ventures out of her weyr rather drunk once again
Location: Dragonsfall Weyr
Date: month 2, day 14 of Turn 7

She was frustrated again. Being in her weyr, alone, just wasn't
sitting well. Taking another swig from the bottle, Kenza's eyes
flashed. There as no need to sit here alone. She could find
companionship easily enough.

Gulping down another drink, she stood up. The room swayed for a
moment, but then she gained her balance. A slow, seductive smile
crossed her face. She _was_ under control. No one had to tell her she
wasn't.

With that thought, she left her weyr looking for a good time and
something to fill the ache she felt inside her heart.

G'wen had just sat down in the dinning room to tease S'vin when he saw
the greenrider out of the corner of his eye. She looked drunk and
rough, and she was coming their way! He remembered her stern talk
about gaining control of Neath. Not saying a word, he ducked down.
Beside him, T'bel looked over at what was bugging the boy.

Crap, she's drunk, he mused to himself.

"Well," Kenza slurred, "if it isn't T'bel and his boys. How ya doing
boys?" Kenza asked, leaning one hand on the back of S'vin's chair to
steady herself.

T'bel's heart wanted to sink into the floor. She looked worse than the
rumours had prepared him for. Instinctively wanting to both protect
the boys and to help her, he stood up and took Kenza by the waist and
arm. "Please sit down, dear. G'wen, go get the strongest pot of klah
you can find, there's a dear." The small boy scampered off without a
protest.

"Don't mother me, T'bel," Kenza grumbled, but took a seat regardless.
It helped with the swaying of the room around her. "And I'd rather
have something stronger than klah, if you would."

"By the smell of your breath, the last thing you need is 'something
stronger than klah'." he raised an eyebrow before turning his head to
watch G'wen all but land in their laps with a pot of fresh klah.
"There's a dear boy." Mentally, he made a note to give the boy
something nice for being intelligent enough to understand the need to
hurry.

She sniffed at the Klah that had arrived. Kenza wasn't in the mood to
be coddled. Now that things had started to settle, she thought it
might be best to just leave.

"I'll just go find myself something else," she grumbled, starting to
rise, but realizing that G'wen was in her way. She blinked at him for
a moment, trying to comprehend the situation.

The boy gulped and looked to T'bel.

"Sit down, Kenza," T'bel said. He smiled but the look in his eyes said
she'd regret anything she might try with the fragile boy.

"No thank you, T'bel," Kenza snarled at him. She was _not_ going to be
bossed around by anyone. Kenza stood, bleary or not and pushed away
from their group. She was not a child. She would do what she wanted,
when she wanted!

T'bel sighed heavily as he watched her go. As much as he waned to help
her, there was nothing he could do if she didn't want the help.
Catching the scared eyes of G'wen he waved the boy back into his seat.
"Sit down, sweetie, there's nothing more we can do." For the moment,
he added in his head. But he'd watch out for her, Faranth help him, he
would.

Last updated on the July 19th 2013

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