You're My Safety (2)

Writers: Avery, Heather
Date Posted: 10th February 2020

Characters: D'kere, Talwynn
Description: D'kere tells Talwynn about the weyrling who wants his help.
Location: Dragonsfall Weyr
Date: month 2, day 10 of Turn 10
Notes: Mentioned: Yasmene, T'leri

D'kere was still a bundle of nerves on the inside as he entered the weyr that he shared with Talwynn. He still couldn't believe he hadn't just told Yasmene an outright no, but a part of him really felt sorry for the Weyrling, and he understand her need to feel safe when experiencing such a pivotal first. Or perhaps that was a bit of his manly pride speaking? How could it not be a bit flattering to have a girl want _you_ to be her first?

Regardless, he now felt between a rock and a hard place. "Tal," he said as he came into the weyr, smiling when he found her and dropping a kiss to the top of her head. "Good day?" he asked.

"Oh, a long day of drills." She pushed aside a chart and sighed. "How was yours?"

"It was... interesting. I had a Weyrling come to me with a.. uh... an interesting problem." He moved around the table, putting it between them.

"What kind of problem?" she asked. She was still concentrating on the charts or trying to, so she didn't notice his behavior yet.

"Well, she is a virgin and they're, of course, nearing the time when her green will be rising for the first time." D'kere explained, waiting to see Talwynn's reaction to that first before he went any further.

"Okay..." she said, waiting for more to come. "Is she refusing to do anything about it first?"

D'kere felt his guts tighten, knowing the dreaded moment had arrived. "No, she wants to, um, to be prepared for her first flight. She actually, funny enough, asked if I would do it."

Not doing anything about it was, to Talwynn, the sign of an unprepared and immature mind. She'd been expecting D'kere to complain about the weyrling being foolish. What she hadn't expected was what he said next.

"_You_?" Talwynn blurted out. She dropped the stylus she was using to mark up the hide. "Doesn't she know you're weyrmated?"

"Well, I told her as much," D'kere said, rubbing at the back of his neck. "She said she flt the most, um, safe, I think she put it, with me." There was no real way to say this, D'kere thought because the last thing he wanted was for Talwynn to think he had done anything to _encourage_ Yasmene to make such a decision.

"Who _cares_ what she thinks is safe? You're weyrmated and her teacher, anyway. She doesn't have a candidate or someone else in her class or some other rider?"

"I asked her the same thing," he reassured her. "She said that she did not and that the boys she knew made sex seem... demeaning? I think that's the way she put it."

"Well, having had some bad dates, I can agree..." her voice trailed off. "What did she say when you said no?"

He inwardly cringed. "I didn't say no, exactly. I told her I would talk to you and that it would more than likely be a no."

"You _what_?" Talwynn's question was practically a snarl.

Uh oh. "I just felt really sorry for her," D'kere said, putting his hands up. "Before we weyrmated it's something I would have done, but I mean, clearly I'll tell her no now."

"And why didn't you just tell her no then?" she demanded.

**Get out of my weyr,** rose in her mouth, barely bitten back. But of course, it wasn't her weyr, alone, it was _their_ weyr. She'd felt like any missing of having her own space had faded away. But now she felt regret about not having her own free space burning in her.

On the ledge, Riveth rumbled, sensing her rider's distress. Her hide, glowing lightly, caught the light and reflected as she shifted around so she was parallel in case her rider came storming out to leave.

"I don't know," D'kere said, suddenly feeling as though he was looking at a caged, feral animal rather than his weyrmate. "Like I said, I just felt sorry for her."

"Sorry for her? For someone who can't figure out what's appropriate to ask from a teacher and a weyrmated man? Is that what you want, is to be the first for a pretty young thing? Do you like feeling big and strong and manly and you can only do it with stupid girls or fragile and broken ones? I'm strong and independent now and don't Need your help, so now I'm not good enough?"

She stood up and slammed her hands on the table. Her sides were heaving in response to the torrent of words she'd poured forth.

"Go ahead and do what you want. I'm gone," she said and pushed her way out and past him to the ledge, scrambling up Riveth's side without even bothering to grab straps, jacket, or helmet.
Talwynn's words were like a slap to the face, and D'kere stood there, stunned as he watched her storm out of the weyr. **Kenirath, where?** he asked as he heard Riveth's departure.

}:She would not tell me where.:{ the bronze replied in a tone that mirrored his rider's agitation.

D'kere did not blame Talwynn for being upset at the thought of him sleeping with someone else, he would accept it and agree if she had called him a 'bonehead' but to throw up the terms of their relationship, their weyrmating, into his face as if he had only been with her to make himself feel more "manly"? That was an incredibly personal insult. The Weyrlingmater's Second took the seat that the greenrider had vacated, enveloped in the wake of silence that Talwynn's sudden departure left behind.

Little Vivace, the feline they'd been caring for while T'leri was a weyrling, poked her head out from under a chair and mewed softly, coming over to rub against his leg. At least _one_ female in the weyr wanted his company.

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