Makeover

Writers: Suzee, Miriah
Date Posted: 27th June 2015

Characters: Ninaine, T'lat
Description: Ninaine comes to T'lat for some advice.
Location: Dragonsfall Weyr
Date: month 13, day 17 of Turn 7

Ninaine

T'lat

Ninaine stepped towards the entrance of T'lat's weyr and shifted.
Maybe he was busy or maybe she shouldn't trouble him, but he was the
only one besides Aluka that could really help her and she didn't think
Aluka would be much help with what she needed. She cleared her throat
and tapped on the door lightly.

"Come on in," T'lat sang from the inside of his weyr. He'd been
sunning on Faucheth's ledge and hadn't put on a stitch.

Ninaine came in. "T'lat I..." She saw him, blinked and then with a
squeak, flushed a bright shade of red. She turned around, her back
facing him as she spluttered. "You're...you could've warned me!" She
covered her eyes and her face. T'lat naked had never been an image
that had occurred in her imagination, but now it was seared there.

"Oh come on," he sighed. "Nothing you don't see in the bathing pools
every day sweetie." He was well built and knew it. Not only that but
his self image had been enhanced by the wonderful flight he and
Faucheth had experienced. He didn't mind showing his body off but he
knew it embarrassed her so he slipped on some shorts.

Her flush stayed on her cheeks and her voice was pitched high. "I
bathe in my weyr as much as possible!" She swallowed, heard the rustle
of clothing and relaxed, carefully turning and gave a quick glance
through her fingers to make sure he was covered. She breathed in
relief when she sighted him in short trousers. "Thank you." She sighed
and then glanced around. "Uhm...sorry to bother you, T'lat." She
pushed a tendril of hair behind her ears from where it had escaped
from her braid. She was starting to visibly show now, her abdomen
softly rounded, but not protruding too far. "But I need your help, if
you can."

As if he didn't already know that. "Well I'm sorry dear but I was sun
bathing and trying to get rid of some tan lines." He plopped onto his
bed. His weyr wasn't any larger than hers though he did have access to
the internal corridors and didn't have to rely on Fau to get him in
and out. "Sure," he shrugged. "Be glad to. What do you need?"

Well, it _was_ his weyr. She shouldn't complain. She moved to sit
beside him and took a deep breath. "I know I ask you for help all the
time, but...I need to change." The last words were rushed. Talking to
Lady Yanley had helped spur her, especially what she had admitted to
her former mentor. Hearing Yanley, once so proper and now so carefree
and happy, made her yearn for the same. She looked up at T'lat and
took a breath. "I want to be happy. I want to like living here." She
looked down at her heavy skirts and plucked at them, fingering the
fabric. "I thought...maybe you could help me start. Maybe dressing
different."

"Sure," he chuckled. "First, we have got to lose the baggy britches."

She looked down at her pants and then back up at him. "Okay..." Her
response was hesitant, but she didn't fight him about it. "I guess
those tight pants that greenriders like so much?" She wanted to wince
at the thought. She _hated_ the snugness of her riding leathers.

"I'm thinking maybe dark leggings with a long tunic that will hide the
expanding waistline," his hands spread out in broad gesture before he
folded them and laid a finger across his lips. "A light cream cowlneck
sweater under the tunic that comes down past your hips. How do you
like deep green for the tunic?" he continued without giving her the
chance to respond. "And we'll split the tunic hem down the front and
at the sides to make it easy to mount and give you a nice fluttery
hemline!" He smiled with his vision.

She blinked, trying to visualize what he was wanting. She tried to
respond, but he hurried on without her, leaving her gaping at him as
he continued. It _did_ sound pretty. "Um...I like green." And she
_was_ having enough trouble mounting and dismounting from Luneth. Her
bulk was growing and though Luneth tried to make it easy, she often
stumbled.

"Good," he said. "I can go with you to the weavers if you like. "Hey,"
he said as he remembered something else. "When are you moving out of
that isolated weyr? You're going to get too big to ride you know and
there isn't another way out. That could be bad."

"I'd like you to go." She agreed, then blinked as the subject changed
and shifted in her seat. Pulling on her braid a bit, her brow
furrowed. "I hadn't _planned_ on actually moving. I like my weyr."

"Ninaine," T'lat said disappointed in her. "How will the midwife get
to you in the middle of the night? Do you think you'll be able to
climb on Luneth much longer?"

Ninaine flushed with embarrassment. "I hadn't thought about it
actually." And she hadn't. It was actually the last thing on her
mind. "I'm not sure. It's kind of awkward now, but I thought I would
manage. Other women do it."

"Those women have weyrs accessible by stairs," he chuckled and shook
his head. "It's just temporary. You can always come back to that hole
if you love it so much."

"I'll talk to the Headwoman about it when I can." She finally relented.

"Alright," he smiled at the small victory. Sometimes he worried about
the girl more than she knew. "Want to come with me to the weavers to
find fabric for your new outfit?"

Ninaine nodded and rose, leaving herself in his hands for now. When
they were done and she had her outfit, she knew the first person she
wanted to see it.

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