Serving a Purpose

Writers: Miriah
Date Posted: 10th December 2020

Characters: Enali
Description: A drudge considers what to do next.
Location: Dolphin Cove Weyr
Date: month 8, day 4 of Turn 10
Notes: Mentioned: Cyradis, N'vanik, J'ackt (not by name)

Enali left the Weyrwoman's office with a forced pleasant smile on her
face, but as she moved through the glow-lit hallways, her face shifted
into one of angry intent. She rubbed her face; her cheeks ached from
holding a willing smile while the Weyrwoman had spoken to her. She
wished that the Healers had kept quiet about the baby she was bearing.
It would have made it easier.

And what a pretty speech the Weyrwoman had given. Don't talk about it
to _him_. Don't let _him_ know. He doesn't want to know. That shaffing
animal was so protected by the Weyr that even his delicate little
sensibilities were coddled. Well, if things had gone the way they'd
planned, she wouldn't be bearing that bastard's brat. But, if they
cared for him and his offsprings _so_ very much, it could possibly be
just as good as what she'd meant to happen.

She'd meant to snag N'vanik coming out of that blasted flight. Even
though the thought of sharing her bed with any dragonrider was
detestable, it needed to be done and she'd waited until just the right
time and thankfully, his bronze had chased that stupid little green.
She'd been so close too, even though she'd had to yank another flight
moth away from him when he'd emerged. But the Weyrleader had brushed
her aside. She'd heard from other drudges that he sometimes did so,
going to the crazy woman in his weyr, but she hadn't been able to get
away quickly enough.

The man she most despised in the entire Weyr had gotten to her and he
had rutted on her like some wild bovine bull after a bovine cow in
heat. She shuddered at the memory of it. She was no virgin, her
beloved had been tender and gentle with her first time, a memory she
cherished dearly. They'd only been together that one time, right
before he'd left. But she'd never expected flight lust to be so
violent. Her body had been bruised and sore, but the deed had been
done. Why the other drudges held him in such high esteem as a lover
she didn't know.

Now, she carried his brat in her belly. It might just be enough. As
she went back to her small little quarters, she considered the
Weyrwoman's words. **Don't tell him. Don't approach him. He doesn't
want to know.** Her lips pursed. She must give that speech to every
moth that ended up with child by him. She wondered...how many were
there? Were there already children? Her eyes narrowed. She couldn't be
the only one.

Fingers drummed over her lips in thought. The Weyr obviously thought
highly of his children and wanted them, but didn't want _him_ to know
about it. There had to be a reason why. She would have to ask around,
find out and use the knowledge if she had to. And she would pass the
word to those who needed it at Emerald Falls as well. If the plan
failed, her own pregnancy might not be enough to protect her.

Resolved now to dig for more information, she laid a hand on her belly
and looked down. "Well, brat, you might have just helped me out a
little."

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