Just a Step to the Left

Writers: Chelle, Suzee
Date Posted: 15th November 2014

Characters: Bryvin, Rhosyn
Description: After the wedding, Rhosyn dances with the Lord Holder.
Location: Elsewhere on Pern
Date: month 9, day 5 of Turn 7
Notes: Mentioned: Xeladrie, Morin, Zharesti, Xelfin, Briata

Bryvin

After she'd eaten enough to sustain her for a little while, the
Weyrwoman took a long draught of water and decided that the first
dance would go to Bryvin, him being the groom and all. He'd already
turned the new Lady about some so she didn't feel like she was putting
anyone out. Approaching the dance floor, the Weyrwoman smiled when the
harpers struck a lively tune that mirrored her need to get out there
again. She'd missed the music and the movement and the laughter. It
reminded her of her childhood and for a moment, she saw her father in the
shadows, striking a drum. Then he disappeared. Someone was taking her
hand and she looked up and smiled. "Lord Bryvin, a very good choice."

"How do you mean Lady Rhosyn," he asked with a tilt of his head and
led her onto the dance floor. "We're very honored you chose to join us
today."

**A good choice to find me for a dance? Or even to serve the good food
you did? Or perhaps something else..** She followed him, focusing on only
him and the music for the moment, easily finding the tune and the rhythm.
Dancing was one of Rhosyn's great loves and she had been too long without
it. "Ah well, I never miss a good feast." Rhosyn carefully avoided his first
question, not knowing if her answer would make sense.

Bryvin smiled down at the obvious joke. It couldn't be said that he
was a poor sport or took himself too seriously. "I'm sure Lord Xelfin
will be happy to hear that," He chuckled as he guided her around the
floor. Bryvin was a competent dancer but obviously not quite as good
as the Weyrwoman. She followed him seemingly without effort. He
briefly wondered what else she was good at but dismissed the thought
for today he was on his best behavior.

"You dance very well Weyrwoman," he smiled.

"Mmmm thank you Lord Bryvin," she continued his use of titles,
indicating she was here on professional pretenses. Bryvin was older
than she was, though his bride was not. Briefly Rhosyn wondered how
that would go and supposed she would find out soon enough. "Besides,
the Weyr wants you both to know that we are here to help how we can."
**I am approachable, right? Not scary?**

"I very much appreciate that," he smiled. "May I call you Rhosyn?"

"If it pleases you." She honestly didn't care, either way. Glad to be
out dancing and with a decent partner, she would have let him call
her anything if it meant they could finish out the song.

"It does," he smiled. "And you may call me Bryvin, just as you always
have." He honestly had never figured out this woman and that made her
interesting. Well all women were interesting but Rhosyn was rather
unique. He wouldn't mind staying on good footing with her no matter
their rough start. For the sake of Sunstone and its people he would
be quite charming.

**Thank Faranth I am finally done with the Lady business. Whoever started it
was an idiot.** "Very well. So how quickly are you pulling everything
under your thumb? Any problems with folk who wished you were Morin?"
She understood how the change of power could be difficult. Thankfully
no one had wanted Zharesti so Rhosyn had faced no opposition coming
in. Then again, her dragon had made her legitimate. Bryvin had been
appointed by a Council of Lords instead of being the Blood heir so
that was a bit different.

"Not really," he smiled down at the Weyrwoman. "I was their Steward
before and many have told me they feel it's better than having a
complete stranger installed. Besides, I do have some blood of Amethyst
Cliff in my background and now, a wife of the blood of Turquoise Bay."
That the marriage had helped him achieve the position he'd coveted
helped him deal with the disappointment in the bride though he would
never say that to her.

"Indeed. And now you have to make an Heir." That was something else she
didn't have to worry about. Then again, Rhosyn had done her part to provide
a future candidate and she was done with that business. "She's a cute little
thing, though, so I doubt that will be a problem if you go about it
the right way." Hopefully he wouldn't scare her-there would be no
point to that. Then again, sometimes men liked to wield their power
even when it wasn't necessary.

Bryvin chuckled. "I'm sure I know the right way," he said in an amused
tone. "That is unless you're offering lessons?"

"The last and only time I made a child everything went to offal. So
no, I'm not the one to take lessons from on that. Thankfully we riders
don't work on Bloodlines." She frowned at that reminder of both her
failed romance and her failed motherhood. Still, Rhosyn had decided to
just accept it for what it was and it seemed to help things. **Admit
your failings and own them.**

He didn't know if she deliberately didn't get his double meaning or if
she was just politely not acknowledging his offer of an intimate
afternoon. Neither one mattered but the answer was always no if you
never asked. The music swelled and he twirled them in a wide circle as
it ended. Then he bowed and tucked her hand into his arm to take her
off the floor. "I'm sure little Nisha will be an honor to her
parentage," he said diplomatically.

"Honestly, I don't mind what she is. It's her choice, which is the only part
that matters." She headed off, thinking a small pie might be just the thing
to get her energy back up. "But since she is my child...she'll likely do
whatever everyone tells her not to." That was Briata's problem, though, not hers.
"Good luck with your own offspring."

He chuckled at her description of her child. Perhaps that was from
experience of her own life. "Thank you," he said sincerely at her good
wishes. He wouldn't wish his own life on any child. Perhaps that was
one reason he'd not married before now.

He bowed over her hand when the music ended. "Thank you for the dance
Rhosyn. I look forward to meeting you again, perhaps at the next
hatching."

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