The Comfort of Friends

Writers: Len, Paula
Date Posted: 13th August 2013

Characters: E'naer, Sh'lua, T'bel, N'ki
Description: E'naer takes some teasing abut being Weyrmated to G'wen
Location: Vintner Hall
Date: month 2, day 5 of Turn 7
Notes: Mentioned: G'wen

"Oh, here comes the lucky man now!" T'bel exclaimed, putting his glass of
wine down upon the table and grinning like a fool.

Beside him, N'ki began whistling a tune commonly used when brides walked
down to meet their groom. Both men were well onto their second drinks and
happy, besides.

"Oh, come on guys, you think that's funny?" E'naer said, sounding little
embarrassed.

"I never thought I would live to see the day," Sh'lua grinned and pushed a
tankard to the green rider's hand.

"Me either!" T'bel mock shook his head. N'ki just grunted and made a
non-committal sound. Glancing at him for a moment, T'bel turned to E'naer
and winked. "He's so jealous he can't breathe, really."

"Well, I know I'm jealous. I bet my knots that every bluerider is," Sh'lua
said.

E'naer grinned at their banter and took a seat. "Me, weyrmated, I can't
believe it myself."

"I've tried it, it's actually a lot of fun," Sh'lua replied encouragingly.
"Until you realize you haven't really talked to each other in months," he
added with quiet murmur. He and Cebene had just drifted apart and parted
as friends.

"Ha! Like that'll happen to G'wen!" T'bel snorted into his drink. "The
bigger problem might be if the two greens don't get along. Or if Neath
tries to steal Feral."

"More like Feral steals Neath..." E'naer replied with a grin.

T'bel snorted into his drink at the mental image of the undersized gold
trying to steal the oversized green.

Beside him, N'ki shifted and looked around before settling on E'naer. "So
where is the lucky groom? He joining us?"

"No, he's not. He's having his own celebration with his young friends,"
E'naer replied, wondering if age difference between him and G'wen was going
affect their relationship.

"Those would be called his peers." T'bel gave him a mean grin, unable to
resist poking at that worry of E'naer's.

"Don't remind me, I could be his father," E'naer grunted.

"So?" Sh'lua honestly couldn't see what the problem was. He never paid any
attention to people's ages.

"Yeah, count yourself lucky," N'ki pipped in. "You_could've_ended up with
an old git like T'bel here."

"T'bel's not old," E'naer said, loyal to his friend.

"He's_not_a hot little teen-turner though, is he?" N'ki cocked an eyebrow
at T'bel, more than happy to tease him for all the times he messed up his
advances towards the exact person E'naer had ended up with. He was more
than a tad jealous.

"He's damn hot anyways," Sh'lua said comfortingly and reached to pat
T'bel's tight. "Too bad he's so sharding faitful to G'waren."

"Damn right," T'bel said with maybe a bit too much force. But really, he
just didn't like the idea of bed hopping. Dealing with Fanth's Flights was
bad enough, he couldn't imagine being with more than just one man. It
wasn't him, at all.

E'naer chuckled. There was something very comforting in that familiar
banter between friends. Some things never changed.

"So...you planning on doing anyting special for the boy?" T'bel wanted
nothing more than to change the subject off of him. "Take him north,
anything like that?"

"We'll see," E'naer said. "Right now, we have weyrlings, so I can't leave
the Weyr. Perhaps I'll show him my secret island, the one I found Feral's
egg when I'm free to leave the place for a few days." He smiled
mysteriously. Oh, G'wen would enjoy the island.

"He'd like that." T'bel nodded. "How're the eggs coming?"

"Hardening nicely, I have interested buyers to almost all of them," E'naer
replied.

N'ki watched T'bel little bronze taste the greenrider's beer and then shake
its tiny head in disgust, almost knocking over everyone elses drinks in the
process. "No thanks, Veriath work enough for me."

"Well, I don't want any more flits either," E'naer grunted. Feral was
fortunately back home, watching over her clutch.

"G'wen want any?" Idly T'bel pulled Swift away from the drinks and onto his
lap, remembering that the bronze flit was supposed to be G'wen's, that is,
until he impressed Neath.

"I didn't know flits liked beer," Sh'lua grinned and leaned over to scrath
Swift. That also gave him an excuse to get nearer to T'bel.

"Sensible ones don't." T'bel laughed and hugged his flit to him. "But this
nutcase will try anything once."

"He wants, Neanth wants a gold, of course," E'naer snorted. "No gold egg
though, and Feral is so young one won't come up for many Turns yet."

"Of course." T'bel's snort echoed E'naer's. "I'm surprised she hasn't tried
to claim poor Onnyth as her very own yet. G'wen joining the queen's wing's
going to be a hoot."

E'naer nodded and sipped from his pint.

T'bel smiled and toasted him, between slapping Sh'lua's hand and N'ki's.
These blueriders, when would they ever understand?

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