A Strange Intruder

Writers: Heather, Miriah
Date Posted: 20th February 2014

Characters: D'hol, Jeyme, Ma'din
Description: An unexpected visitor shocks the couple
Location: Dolphin Cove Weyr
Date: month 5, day 21 of Turn 7
Notes: Woooo, you WANT to read this one ;)
Mentioned: Qorri

D'hol

Jeyme

Ma'din

Jeyme had never appreciated Rest Days at the Hold the way she did once
she moved to the Weyr. Suddenly a day to refrain from chores and
drills seemed like the best day of the sevenday. So she had slept in
late that morning, despite D'hol rolling out of the bed and leaving.
She'd woken slowly and then with a headache had moved to the bathing
pool that was attached to their quarters.

Sprinkling some bath salts into the pool, she sank in with a grateful
sigh. She heard the door to the weyr open but thought nothing of it as
she sank beneath the water, completely submerged. Surfacing she
scrubbed her chin-length hair, rubbed some bath oils over her skin,
and then pulled herself out of the pool.

Perhaps D'hol would go with her for a bit of lunch- she had slept that
long! Drying her body quickly, she opened the door from the bathing
pool, using the towel only to dry her hair as she walked to their
wardrobe, "You want to grab some lunch?"

"I'm all for staying in to eat." The voice was appreciative, but
definitely sounded younger and smoother than the man she was obviously
expecting. Leaning against the wall, a blonde man stood, arms crossed
over his chest as he peered at her in stark appreciation. His blue
eyes narrowed as they traveled insolently over her bare body. "My my,
D'hol does like them young, doesn't he?" He straightened. "Then again,
he always did."

Alarm slammed through Jeyme as she whirled and faced a man who was
_definitely_ not her weyrmate, and yet, even her scattered brain came
to the conclusion that this blonde stranger _did_ look a lot like
D'hol. Whipping the towel around her body, her brows furrowed, "What
are you doing in here?" What kind of person just came into someone
else's weyr without being invited? Surely D'hol would have had Yumath
speak to Quinneth if he had invited someone over?

The smirk he gave her was amused, highlighting sculpted cheekbones. In
truth, to many who might have known D'hol, it would have appeared to
be looking at a young mirror of the bronzerider, albeit with blonde
hair and blue eyes. He was perhaps a couple of inches shorter, his
nose more defined and there was a jagged scar that cut through his
left eyebrow.

"I heard the old man was injured. Couldn't help but to come check up
on him." He snapped his fingers. "Looks like I missed him, but can't
complain. I got a good show out of it. Care to continue?"

Jeyme's eyes narrowed at the smug look on the man's face. What scared
her the most was that she had seen that look before, only it had been
neatly etched into D'hol's face. Did D'hol have a brother? Surely the
man would have said already if he were related....

}:Yumath, Jeyme is upset. There is a strange man in the weyr.:{
Quinneth took matters into her own hands, as the sweet, docile green
sometimes had the tendency to do. She often took matters to Yumath,
whom she considered to be so "smart" and "wise."

}: Mine is coming now. :{ Yumath's answer was prompt.

Both brows raised at her lack of response. "Oh, please tell me you're
shy." He took a couple of steps towards her, his walk more of a
predatory stalk than an easy walk. That too mimicked D'hol, though the
bronzerider's was tempered by authority and maturity. "Shy ones are
usually fireballs in the furs once you wake them up."

The door swung open with a slam and D'hol strode in, eyes finding
Jeyme in a towel and the blonde haired man approaching her. He acted
quickly, grabbing the man's jacket and swinging him around to face
him. "Who the f.." His voice died away as he looked at the younger man
and his eyes narrowed.

His hand was knocked away with a snarl and the younger stared him down
with absolutely no trepidation or fear. "Well, if it isn't D'hol.
Hello...Father."

Jeyme's eyebrows disappeared into her hairline at the word 'father.'
While part of her desperately wanted to be wearing something other
than a towel, the other part of her was glued to this conversation.
She had been under the assumption that Kieyla was the only child that
D'hol had, or at least, knew of, now it would seem that there _was_
another. The greenrider looked between the two men. It was like a
mirror almost, except one had dark hair and the other blonde. Similar
builds, facial features, blue eyes clashing against hazel.... There
was no denying this strange man's heritage.

D'hol blinked in surprise but his voice was deadly soft. "Jeyme, go
get dressed."

The man snorted, his gaze never leaving D'hol. "Oh, please don't. I'm
enjoying the view. Care to share? She is a hot little piece."

D'hol snarled and threw the man against the wall, his arm against the
younger's throat. "Do not speak to my weyrmate. I don't' know you. Who
are you?"

Instead of showing fear, he only laughed. "Weyrmate? You mean the
infamous D'hol was actually snatched up by a little girl? Oh...that is
far too amusing." He shoved the arm away and brushed himself off.
"Ma'din. And obviously, your son." He stared at D'hol, smirking but
the humor didn't reach his eyes. "You've been in how many mating
flights in your old age? Did you not think that one of them might have
sprouted fruit? Or perhaps, you never bothered to check...especially
if the flight moth was a drudge that wandered too close when you were
one of the losers." His eyes narrowed and he tsked softly.

Jeyme didn't necessarily always "do what she was told" when it came to
D'hol, but her left hand groped into the wardrobe she had been looking
through and she grabbed the first pair of breeches that she came
across. Blindly snatching a tunic, her eyes never leaving the
confrontation between the pair of men. Ma'din's words echoed in her
ears **Care to share?** What kind of "son" was this? By the contempt
showing on the younger man's face he certainly wasn't coming to have a
drink with good ole dad and learn how to throw ball.

Slipping back into the bathing chamber, Jeyme flew into her clothes,
her fingers combing through her damp hair as she reemerged in a pair
of dark grey breeches and the new white tunic that Qorri had gotten
for her while D'hol was laid up with his injury.

D'hol's eyes flicked to Jeyme, but didn't step back from this..Ma'din.
"Why are you here?"

Ma'din's brow rose. "What, no heartfelt embrace?" The sarcasm was
palpable. "I'm just here to check up on you. I heard about that
dreadful injury of yours and felt the need to finally introduce
myself. I've heard _so much_ about you." His gaze slid over to Jeyme.
"You actually bed him? Shards woman, with a body like yours, you'd not
have to rely on wrinkly here. I could probably teach you a thing or
two that this man hasn't even..." The backhand that silenced him
sounded through the weyr with a crack, bloodying Ma'din's lip. Ma'din
spun back with a sneer, then a smirk formed as he wiped the blood from
his lip. "Family love. I wondered what it was like." He licked his lip
with a chuckle. "Good to meet you too, Pops."

Jeyme flinched when the sound of the backhand rang out. She felt no
sympathy for Ma'din, as he kept bringing this punishment onto himself.
If he had really wanted to meet his father, with good intentions, he
would never have barged into their weyr and then proceeded to lewdly
insult his father's weyrmate. Jeyme remained silent, knowing that
D'hol didn't need, nor most likely want, her input on the situation.
If there was one thing about the bronzerider she knew, it was that he
was perfectly capable of handling his own problems.

"Get out." D'hol's voice remained dangerously soft.

Ma'din, still tonguing the split in his lip, gave a little bow. "Of
course. But, I'll be seeing you, Pops. I think I might just transfer.
Get to know my father a little better." His eyes slid to Jeyme. "All
of the family." He gave a mocking salute and spun on his heel. "See
you around." He sauntered out of the weyr, closing the door firmly
behind him.

D'hol grit his teeth and pinched the bridge of his nose before he
looked at Jeyme. "You alright?"

Jeyme let out a breath she hadn't realized that she was holding, "Yes,
I was just.... Surprised. That'll teach me to walk from the bathing
pool with no clothes."

"You and I both were surprised," he spoke grimly and looked at the
door before sitting frowning and sitting at the table, rubbing at the
back of his hand. "Well...looks like Kielya has a brother that I hope
she never has the misfortune to meet."

Jeyme came to the table and sat down beside him, "Do you think he'll be back?"

He exhaled and leaned back in his seat, nodding. "Yes." His lips
thinned. "If he's like me, and it looks like he is...then yes. He will
be." He rubbed his chin. "I'll have to try to find out what I can
about him. Find out why he was really here." He gave a soft curse.
"Every rider knows that flights can result in children, but I never
knew for certain. Shards...I don't even know what Weyr he might be
from."

"You could have Yumath ask the Watchdragon." Every dragon had to check
in or out of the Weyr as they came and as they went, even someone like
Ma'din couldn't get past those rules.

He nodded and proceeded to do just that. His brow knit as the response
came back. "Ma'din with brown Aznith of Vista Point." He gave a grunt
and shook his head, then looked up at Jeyme. "I don't mind you walking
out of the pool without clothes on. He was right about one thing. It
is a good view."

Jeyme tried to fight the smile that caused the corners of her mouth to
twitch upwards, "Well, next time I will peek out first. You are free
to look whenever you want," she winked, and then wagged a finger
teasingly, "but no sharing."

The response was dry. "I don't think that's going to be an issue."

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