Mmmm Pie

Writers: Eimi, Suzee
Date Posted: 9th August 2017

Characters: S'lan, Kaiafel, Tammer
Description: Typical weyrbrat hijinks
Location: Dragonsfall Weyr
Date: month 13, day 7 of Turn 8

Kaiafel's fingers had been caught holding too many meat pies lately to
be allowed to just walk through the kitchens, but he was just so
sharding hungry! He hoped his friend might have had better lucky.
Leaning back against the cool stone wall, he entertained himself by
seeing just how flat he could make his back against it. The small of
his back was proving tricky. He was just getting bored with trying
when he spied the man he'd been waiting for. "Did you get anything?"
he asked the older boy hopefully.

"Of course," Samlan grinned. "They can never resist this face." He
pulled out a cloth napkin and opening it revealed not only fresh
bubblies but a pair of meat pies.

"Nice! Which one's mine?" Kaiafel asked, his fingers itching to hold
one of the fresh treats.

"Either one," Samlan smiled. "I can always get more." Then he heard
one of the cooks swearing and whispered. "Run!"

Kaiafel didn't have to be told twice, but before he did, he reached
for one at random and then took off running towards the Lower Cliff
exit.

A voice shouted behind them and they sped around a corner and into the
sunlight. Samlan was laughing as they sped down the hill and behind an
outcropping before the kitchen drudge could see them.

Kaiafel fought to catch his breath, still clutching the bubbly in his
hands. "Did he see us?"

"I don't think so," Samlan grinned and then thrust himself against the
rock as the man bellowed.

"Keep out of the kitchens or you'll find the business end of my switch."

Samlan held up a finger against his lips "shhh" he breathed. His eyes
danced as they waited. He knew there were lots of rocks on the slope,
but big old Tammer wouldn't chase them once he lost sight.

Kaiafel flattened himself against the rock and bit his lips to keep
from laughing. Tammer was all talk, he knew. He had caught the young
weyrbrat before. The worst that had happened was he drug him down to
the Headwoman's office to get a tongue lashing. After a few moments
he dared to lean his head forward to take a peek. "I think he's
gone," he whispered.

Samlan waggled his eyebrows at Kaiafel then bit into one of the meat
pies as he slid to the ground. "Mmmm, they're so much better when you
have to work for them." He couldn't help chuckling.

"Yeah, that's for sure," Kaiafel agreed, though he had in truth never
thought about it. But as he bit into the bubbly, it sure seemed to be
true. And Samlan would never lie to him.

Samlan chewed slowly to savor the stolen goodies. Then a flight of
dragons flew away from the Weyr and into their drills. He half smiled.
"I'm going to Stand at the next hatching," he said.

"Shards, that's lucky," Kaiafel said with real envy in his voice. He
was going to just miss this Hatching. His twelfth birthday wasn't
until Month 2. But he would be Standing at the next, he was sure.
"You'll Impress. I know you will."

"I sure hope so," he grinned. "You know, I think I've always known I'd
like to Stand, but I really like working with the technicians too."

"My Da's a Harper. He's going to be a Senior Journeyman someday,"
Kaiafel proclaimed with pride. "And he's a Weyrleader! You can still
be a technician if you really want to."

"Yeah," Samlan smiled. "I don't know who or what my da is and not so
much about my ma either but my foster mother Palima told me I can be
anything I want to be

"I want to be bronzerider, and some day a Weyrleader, like my Da,"
Kaiafel said in all seriousness.

"Yeah," Samlan nodded. "You'll be a good one. I don't think I want all
that responsibility though. Maybe brown or blue for me. Have you seen
D'ale's brown? Man... he's so handsome. I got to help wash him the
other day." Samlan leaned against the cool rock face with a dreamy
look in his eyes. "He'd be great for attracting girls." And from what
he'd seen and heard, that brownrider had never had any issues in that
department. Even his foster mother had been on his target list at one
time and she'd never failed to say good things about him.

"Yeah... brown."

"Yeah," Kaiafel nodded sagely. "Browns are pretty good, too. The
Weyr definitely needs browns. If I didn't Impress a bronze, I'd
Impress a brown. Maybe a really big one that looks kind of bronze.
I've even heard of browns winning gold Flights before, so you can get
girls that way, too. Just not the Senior Queen, of course."

Suddenly both boys were grabbed by the collar "Gotcha!" The crooked
bulb of a nose hung over a sloping grin of the big drudge. "Now ya
can 'splain to the headwoman why yous needed dem pies!"

"Tammer!" Samlan stuttered. "We didnt..." but the evidence had fallen
on the ground between them and it was too late to run.

"Hey, let go!" Kaiafel struggled, knowing full well the Headwoman would
not be happy to see him again so soon. "Those pies are meant for
people of the Weyr, and we're people of the Weyr so those pies are as
much ours as anybody's and you know it!"

"Not when they're still on the tray and you both know that! Now, off we
go." He marched the two boys back into the lower caverns.

Last updated on the August 24th 2017

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