The List

Writers: Aaron, Avery, Halyonix, Heather, Iluva, Sia, Yvonne
Date Posted: 4th August 2024

Characters: Ketlyn, Kailis, J'cello, A'radess, Y'var, V'dryn, N'kayden, Casmari
Description: The Weyrlings discuss K'lvin's lesson on sexuality at the Weyr.
Location: Barrier Lake Weyr
Date: month 13, day 17 of Turn 11
Notes: Mentioned: K'lvin

Kailis

A'radess

N'kayden

Casmari

It seemed like the entire Weyr knew that K'lvin had given the newest weyrling class "The Talk". The Weyr knew that the weyrlings were off limits until they could wear Senior Weyrling knots, but that didn't keep the lower caverns workers from making comments like 'I bet you're looking forward to your own weyr' or 'I'm looking forward to you having your own weyr' or 'treasure your sleep now because when you graduate you ain't getting any- hur hur hur!'

It made Ketlyn feel like the juiciest meatroll at the Gather Table. She flopped onto the couch in the Weyrling barracks after evening chores with a giant sigh. "Does anyone else dread getting Senior Weyrling knots?"

Kailis stared at Ketlyn for a moment, trying to decipher what in the world would make her dread that in particular.

"Are you worried about carrying firestone up to the wings?" That was the best guess she could muster.

J'cello scooted himself up to a sitting position just as Ketlyn flopped down, crossing his legs underneath him in one fluid motion. "No way. I'm asking for a high weyr so I can look out over the lake. And then I'm going to run extra duties and buy a big bed I can starfish on."

"Senior Weyrling knots are one step closer to not having latrine duty ever again," N'kayden piped in. "So they can give me those knots any time they want."

Ketlyn rolled her eyes. All were good points-- especially the part about having to actually fly up next to Thread. She did truly dread that. "I mean the awful flirting and questions about the colour of your bedfurs. It's only going to get worse."

"Are you kidding? I've got a list started!" The brown Weyrling reached into his pocket and withdrew a severely creased slip of paper that had been folded and refolded countless times already.

Kailis blinked. No one had ever asked her about the color of her bedfurs before. And she was not the best judge of when someone was flirting with her, as evidenced by the time she thought the weyrlingmaster was offering to take her to bed for practice.

"You have a list...?" She turned to peer at N'kayden. "Of people you're waiting to bed?"

"Pardon me, give." J'cello reached out and did a grabby hands motion at the slip of paper. "Are any of us on it? Me, of course, but anyone else?"

"No, no," N'kayden shook his head with an eyeroll. "It's not people I _want_ to bed, it's people who want to bed _me_."

"Oh, so, it's fairly short, then?" asked Kailis.

"Kailis," A'radess perked up from the corner, a wolfish grin on his face, "you aren't jealous, are you? I'm sure there's plenty of N'kayden to go around."

Kailis laughed as though A'radess had made the funniest joke in the world. Eventually, she even wiped away a little tear.

J'cello leaned over to grab the piece of paper. "So I _am_ on it! But who else?"

"Who else, indeed?" Kailis asked. She was sure _someone_ wanted to bed N'kayden, but the much more interesting question was why he was obsessed enough to keep a running tally.

N'kayden snatched the piece of paper back. "Whoa, whoa, ladies and gentlemen. I need you to be careful. Looking at this list is like looking into the future for me and it's the only thing getting me through Weyrling chores and classes at this point."

"Aw, buddy." Kailis patted his shoulder. What a dull life he must have led before Impressing.

Still grinning a little, A'radess glanced between brownrider and scrap of paper. He hadn't been worried about that part of being Senior Weyrlings. Not especially, considering Tarvanneth would apparently be calling most of the shots there. It was nice and maybe freeing to think of flights being mostly out of his hands, but _letting_ the bull-headed bronze act for the two of them was another thing entirely.

In fact, so far, it made him rather uneasy.

He swallowed and leaned back in his chair again, an ankle crossing a leg. "Throw us a hint or put it away, you tease."

"I'm going to be offended if I'm not on the list of at least one person here," Y'var joked.

"The fact that you made a list at all is really sad, N'kayden." Ketlyn made a face. "People should mean more to you than just-- you're treating people like meatrolls at the dinner table."

“I’ll have you know the people on this list approached _me_, but I am willing to add you to it if you’d like.” N’kayden winked at Ketlyn.

"Are you taking applications?" V'dryn teased, coming into the conversation a bit late.

"Sure, as long as there's a resume included," N'kayden returned with a twinkle in his eyes.

Kailis squinted at him, doing her level best to determine whether he could possibly be that attractive. Because it certainly did not seem as though everyone wanted to bed him for his personality. Maybe he really was just that good at it? It seemed implausible.

"Look here, Ketlyn. Some of us," J'cello gestured at N'kayden with a grin, "are like meatrolls at the dinner table. A quick snack. Some of us," a gesture at himself this time, with a wink towards Y'var, "are like a Hatching Feast and should be savored. And some of us snack throughout the day and some of us have a nice meal in the evening. Don't judge our sexy eating habits."

"_Some_ of you think awfully highly of yourselves," she said, rolling her eyes again.

Kailis smiled a lopsided grin. She was far more inclined to agree with Ketlyn than with any of these sex-crazed folks.

"A resume?" V'dryn echoed. He grinned broadly and then winked as he asked, "My friend, would you like that in bullet points or in long form?" While it seemed like boastful joking was coming easily to the blue weyrling, there was no aura of narcissism to back it. V'dryn was a flirt but was still respectful. And honestly, he knew he wasn't the best-looking person at the Weyr. He'd seen far sexier already.

"Bullet points, long form, or stick-figure-drawings. Whatever you prefer." N'kayden's precious list was now safely back in his pocket.

"I'll get right on that," V'dryn joked. He looked over at Ketlyn with that innocent but devious grin he had shot her during their first conversation. But he remarked, "I, for one, am looking forward to my own space. I do enjoy spending time with you all but some of you snore. Loudly."

"Who snores?" Casmari asked, having just arrived.

"Everybody except V'dryn." Ketlyn leaped up and linked her arm through Casmari's. "Come with me to get a snack from the dining hall, hmm?" She didn't give Casmari much of a choice as she dragged the other girl out the door and made her escape.

Kailis felt a tad bit left out. But she was not going to let it get her down. Probably.

"Party pooper!" J'cello called after them. He turned back to the fun weyrlings, "Okay, am I at least on _someone's_ list?"

"Only your own," Casmari shot back with an unrepentant grin.

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