Tired of the Same Old

Writers: Chelle, Cymiri
Date Posted: 4th May 2015

Characters: S'jen, D'lorn
Description: Two tired wingmen chat and sulk
Location: River Bluff Weyr
Date: month 12, day 18 of Turn 7

Hanging around the weyrling barracks was not on the table, so S'jen was
lurking in the dining cavern instead. Sharding D'lorn had to eat eventually,
didn't he? Just as he was about to toss it in for the day, he eventually
spotted the dark curly head he was trying to run in to.

D'lorn was tired. With more than one weyrling class and the Blooding coming,
as well as a gold weyrling to deal with he was seriously hoping that things
would get better soon. And then the /between/ accident was still bothering
him in the back of his mind.

S'jen had sought the other out for sympathetic company- but S'jen was a kind
man too, and he could read the tiredness on the other's face. So his first
words were, despite what he'd planned, "You OK, D'lorn? You look wiped out."

Looking up and trying to locate the voice, D'lorn frowned then relaxed when
he saw S'jen. "Mmmm it's been one thing after another. Haven't gotten much
rest lately to be honest." Rubbing his face, he sat down and considered what
he might want to eat.

"Oh dear. Downside of you taking on responsibility. Should content yourself
with being lazy like me!" He flashed a grin. "Though no one has likely
accused you of knicking stuff lately, I'll bet."

"No, not had that one." D'lorn saw the smile and tried to let himself feel a
bit more lighthearted. "I know why weyrlingmasters don't last very long
now." That was all he was going to say since the whole Weyr knew what had
happened by now.

S'jen's face was sympathetic. "I heard. I'm sorry." There was nothing more
to say, really, but he hoped it was obvious he meant it.

Grunting, he considered the situation and realized he was almost just
wanting to ease the funk he'd fallen into. S'jen was fun and funny. It
usually worked. "Maybe...have you been dancing lately?"

"Not really. I have wing issues. Someone's decided they don't like me.
Life's been...awkward."

"Oh.....who's that?" He was curious and was eager to leave his own problems
behind for someone else's. The teacher in him was ready to listen and offer
advice. Leaning forward, he sipped and ate a bit.

"If I knew, I'd kick their backside from here to breakfast time. I'm sick of
that same old stupid rumor surfacing. They could at least have the decency
to do it to my face. I'd speak to the wingleader if I had anything to go on,
but I don't." He bit the end of a meat roll rather as if he wished it was
said rumour-monger.

"And which rumor is this? Cause you know, there have been a few eh?" He
himself didn't give a rip about those in general but he did commiserate with
S'jen. Sometimes they had the power of affecting your life, depending on
what they were.

"About me?" For a moment S'jen's eyes narrowed. "Lords and little dragons,
can people not keep their tongues in their heads around here? This one is
the old usual- if anything goes missing around you, blame S'jen, it's got to
be him. On the basis of no evidence ever, mind."

"Oh well probably just trying to get your tail in a twaddle. Don't worry
about it. And no, people can't shut up. It's a Weyr-what else would they do
anyway?" At least most of the things being said about him at the moment were
true- D'lorn reasoned. He blamed himself for part of what had happened.
Still, he couldn't go back and redo anything. That poor brown. "Everything
else is good for you, though? Glad to hear."

"How about their job?" He sounded fierce- and just a little sullen. But it
was S'jen, and he was always aware of the funny side of things, even when
sulking. "I'm petrified a wingleader takes it seriously someday, though. I
don't want trouble."

"Maybe if it was a new wingleader but all the old ones have known you for
turns. They know you better than that so I wouldn't worry." D'lorn shrugged
it off. There were far more important things to worry about. "The Blooding
is coming. And then you'll have more weyrlings in your wing."

Maybe the man was right. "Yeah." It was said a little noncommittally. S'jen
never liked inexperienced partners- for all the same reasons D'lorn was
feeling down. They tended to have to learn very fast.

"Then again hopefully by the time they get to you with quite a few falls
under their wing, they should be mostly alright." Trying to think of another
subject to switch to, D'lorn remembered something. "Did you ever get that
ache in your back to stop?"

S'jen flashed him a grin filled with implications, but restrained himself to
"Yes, I did." and a wink. Then, fated to feeling more sensible than usual
today, he added "Though it took more trips to the healer than I care for. Still, there's
pretty lads and lasses even amongst their tormenting ranks, it's not all
bad."

Still somewhat perplexed by the situation facing him, he muttered. "How *do*
you stop people filching each other's stuff in the barracks? Teens will
prank, after all."

"Do you remember what life was like having a baby dragonet who could read
your thoughts and who followed you everywhere? Very simple. They tell us
everything. Other then that, weyrlings have the same gear for the most part
so there's not much to take." It was only as a rider with some turns
underneath his belt that D'lorn was able to acquire a few possessions he
considered worth anything. The trader in him had helped with bargaining,
otherwise the greenrider probably wouldn't have half of them.

S'jen just sighed. His life had been made so difficult over it that hearing
a weyrlingmaster point out exactly why it had been more of a fantasy than he
thought somehow didn't help. Then again, he hadn't really liked weyrlinghood
at all. "Thanks lords it's all in the past for us, eh? Though I guess you
live it everyday anyway. Man, I couldn't do your job!"

"Sometimes I don't think I can either. Eh, a drink I think?" He wiggled an
eyebrow suggesting it might turn into more than a drink later. D'lorn needed
some stress relief.

For once, S'jen managed to miss innuendo even when laid on the table in
front of him. He did, however, nod. "Yeah. More than one, I think.''

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