Modesty and Confidence

Writers: Heather, Mirren
Date Posted: 24th November 2015

Characters: D'shiel, Barenziah
Description: D'shiel goes back for his check-up with Barenziah.
Location: Dolphin Cove Weyr
Date: month 3, day 10 of Turn 8
Notes: Mentioned: Zathris

Barenziah

"The score is healing fine." But D'shiel had turned up at the infirmary to have it checked out anyway. His arm was still bandaged, but only lightly and it only hurt a little.

Barenziah grinned a little and held up a finger, "I'll be the judge of that." After washing her hands and rolling up her sleeves, Barenziah carefully snipped the bandages away to get a look at the score.

D'shiel snorted softly. "Yes ma'am." He kept as still as he could. It'd be ridiculous to come here with a threadscore and leave with a cut from the scissors.

Tossing the used bandages in the trash, Barenziah used gentle fingers to lift D'shiel's arm up for inspection, "Well, don't let it go to your head, bronzerider, but you are right. Things seem to be healing up very nicely. The scarring should be minimal."

"Since when did a bronzerider ever let anything go to his head?" he asked dryly. "We're all so modest." Not.

Barenziah's lips slid into an amused grin, "Yes, bronzeriders and their... modesty."

He smirked, which was the closest thing to a smile that he'd done in a while. "Someone has to do it. Be immodest I mean."

"And who better to be immodest than the Weyr's strapping bronzeriders?" she teased.

The word strapping reminded him of straps, which reminded him of that greenrider, which reminded him of _her_. His semi-jovial mood fled and his expression darkened.

"A bit of humility never hurt anyone."

Barenziah wasn't sure what she had said to suddenly change the light-hearted banter they had been sharing, but the difference in D'shiel was marked. "Humility has its time and place," she agreed, "but there's nothing wrong with being confident." Confidence had been a key in learning how to spar against her brother and Lord Zathris.

"No. It's overconfidence that's the problem," he said. "It can get people killed." And often did.

"Aye, and it can get people in to trouble." she said, thinking of her hidden affair with Zathris. Shaking her head to clear those thoughts, Barenziah touched her fingers lightly to D'shiel's arm. "Your score looks much better. Leave the bandage off and let it get some air."

"Thanks." As much for advice as because she hadn't asked about what was troubling him. "It sure can."

There was a small 'pop!' over Barenziah's head as a gold firelizard appeared and tore down from the sky like a bolt of lightning. The creature latched on to Barenziah's shoulder and peeked her large, whirling eyes through the woman's flaming red hair at D'shiel. When she deemed that he wasn't too much of a threat, Chiffon stretched her neck out at him and gave an inquiring croon.

"Chiffon this is D'shiel," she introduced the flit.

"Hey," the bronzerider greeted the flit. "Apparently she knows I'm not going to bite you." Not that long ago he might have, although perhaps more licking and sucking than biting.

"I think she's more certain that you would make a fine new subject to worship her glory." Barenziah said with a dry chuckle as the gold fully emerged from her hair to preen and chitter at D'shiel, soaking in his attention.

"Does she now?" he asked, the smirk back on his face. "I think she's just hoping I have a steak in my pocket. I don't, by the way."

Chiffon squawked in outrage and flapped her saffron wings, ruffling Barenziah's hair, "Uh oh, you've displeased your queen."

He snorted softly. "Right. Next check-up I'll bring steak."

"Well, I will have to hold you to that, because she won't remember." Barenziah grinned, causing Chiffon to swivel her head in her friend's direction as if she understood that somehow she was the butt of the joke. "I'll give you a treat when we get back to the weyr." She promised, stroking her fingers over Chiffon's tiny head.

"You might have to, because I won't either," he replied. "Besides, I think Padraith might object to me giving steak to any creature who wasn't him."

Chiffon stretched out her wings as if to say 'see how beautiful I am?' and then she fluttered off with a sniff.

"She's going off to make friends now with your Padraith. She can be persistent when she wants her way."

"If anyone can sweet talk him out of food, I'm sure she can. He's a sucker for a pretty face."

Barenziah gave a slow nod, "Yeah, most males are."

D'shiel raised an eyebrow. "I think I just got called shallow."

Glad to see that D'shiel was back in good humor, Barenziah lifted her eyebrows in mock surprise, "Did you now? A modest bronzerider like yourself?"

"I can be deep," he replied. Too much so maybe, and for too long. Still, there was no way that letting go would be that simple.

"I bet you can." she grinned.

"Bari, your next patient is here!" A voice rang out.

Barenziah sighed a little, "I have to go. Take care of that arm, bronzerider."

"Yeah." Only after she'd gone did he realise the unintended innuendo he'd said. He smiled.

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