Congratulations, Let's Celebrate

Writers: Miriah, Suzee
Date Posted: 22nd February 2019

Characters: D'hol, Timassa
Description: Promotions should be celebrated between wing members.
Location: Dolphin Cove Weyr
Date: month 9, day 24 of Turn 9

D'hol

Timassa

He removed the cold pack from his eye and slipped it into a desk
drawer at the tapping of the door. "Come in."

Timassa came into the office "you wanted to see me..." Her eyebrows
rose, "Looks like you had a bit of a tussle."

"A bit, yes." His jaw ached, but at least the swelling around his eye
had lessened. "Have a seat. I won't take too much of your time."

She sat where she was invited but the smile didn't leave her eyes. She
was sure he'd share the circumstance if he decided to and he didn't
seem the type. "Better put some cold packs on that or you'll have a
shiner."

He gave a low chuckle as he pulled the cooling pack from the desk
drawer and showed it to her. "Probably too late." He shrugged. "Its
not the first time I've gotten banged up." His ribs felt worse. He put
the pack down on the desk and picked up the knots that lay beside the
hides, offering them to her. "Welcome to the wing, Wingthird."

"Sir," she smiled a very genuine wide smile. "Thank you sir," she took
the knots from his fingers and detached the wingrider knots in their
favor. She twitched them into place and sat up a little straighter.
"I'll do my best for the wing. Is there anything you'd like me to
start on?"

"Yes, you will. I expect nothing less. The new weyrlings have to be
evaluated and broken in." He picked up the hides and handed them to
her. "Their records are here. K'deren and I have been doing the sweep
schedules, and I'd appreciate if you would work with him on an updated
rotation schedule, then bring them to me for approval. There also may
be a few disgruntled riders who wanted the position, but if they were
suited for it, it wouldn't have been open. I trust you'll be able to
handle it, but if it gets too much, I'll step in." He paused,
considering her for a moment. "I work riders hard. I want them to be
at their best and be able to adapt."

She nodded noting the specifics to write down later once she got back
to her weyr. "I can handle myself sir," she smiled a smile that had
more in common with a feline than humor. He had a reputation but his
wing also had a very low injury rate which had been a factor in her
decision to come to Dolphin Cove and apply for the slot. "Will there
be an office for me to work from?"

"I figured you could." He gave an honest chuckle, then winced as it
stretched his lip. "There is a small office between K'deren's and my
own that you'll be given. Its convenient for all of us. "

"Just my size," she quipped. She knew when the next drills were of
course so she'd meet with K'deren to gather up the weyrling records
and rotation schedule. "Are any of the newest class actually fighting
Thread beyond their blooding yet?"

D'hol's brows quirked up, her quip bringing a good deal of his mirth
to his eyes. "No, not yet. K'deren and I typically take the time to
observe them during drills and other training sessions, if possible.
I'd like you to observe the green and blue weyrlings specifically.
K'deren has been good enough to take over the majority of a
Wingthird's duties. I believe he'll be grateful to have you take some
of the burden from him. "

"I'll be sure to meet with him and work it all out." She realized her
dragon wasn't a leader in the manner of the bronzes or even browns,
her functions in the wing leadership had more to do with organization
and record management.

"Good." He inclined his head. "You're dismissed, Timassa." One side of
his mouth curled upwards. "I'm sure you'll be wanting to celebrate."

"Yes," she smiled. "I'd like to celebrate in all the best ways.
What's permitted in this Weyr," she looked up and away from the
wingleader for a moment. "I know the rules of flights are pretty much
the same everywhere. I wouldn't dream of infringing on anyone's
relationships of course but is everyone else pretty much fair game?"

He blinked, not expecting the question, but gave it some thought, his
lips lifting further. "Everyone is free to make their own personal
rules as to how they...celebrate, much like any Weyr. There's no
official code of conduct that's been decided for riders who are in
fighting wings."

"Alright," she nodded. "Then are you opposed to celebrating with me?"
Her eyes twinkled.

He just stared at her for a long moment, one brow raised high. He was
tempted. So very very tempted. She was extremely attractive and
exactly to his taste, but he had to weigh that against her new
position as his wingthird. He tilted his head, unable to hide the
sudden interest and heat in his eyes. "Well...I'm definitely not
opposed." He was bruised, felt sore, but Faranth, it felt like it had
been turns since he'd indulged. And, he thought, if he only had a
limited time left, he shaffing well wanted and felt a distinct need to
enjoy himself. "Would
you be able to keep any celebration separate from our duties in the
wing?"

A corner of her mouth tilted as she saw the interest in his eyes.
"That's a fair question," she nodded. "The answer is yes. I don't do
strings. I can keep the sleeping room and flight room separate from
wing business. The thing here is, I only know a few people and one of
them's my nephew. another is K'deren," she just shook her head.
"You're good looking, interested and available. So it seems like a
good fit, unless I'm wrong."

His face suddenly split into a smile of open, heated desire. " Good."
The last thing he wanted was attachments. "You're definitely not
wrong" He rose, slipped around his desk, and offered his hand. "Shall
we?"

"Yes," she smiled into his eyes. "Do you have a bottle of something
good? I can go pick up some food for later. You'll be hungry."

"No, I don't. I don't drink wine or spirits, but if you'd like to have
a bottle, go get one you like and I'll pick up the food." He slowly
pulled her out of her seat, traced a finger down her cheek and bent,
brushing his lips over hers, light at first, then tasted her fully,
enjoying the sweetness that she offered.

"Good plan," she smiled and leaned up into the warmth of his lips. As
their lips parted. "I brought something I like from Far Island so I'll
just go grab that. Shall I meet you at your weyr?"

No longer stern, there was warmth and desire written on his face, and
any remaining tension seemed to slide off of his shoulders. "Perfect.
I'll be eagerly awaiting you."

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