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Writers: Shawna, Sia
Date Posted: 4th May 2025
Characters: N'kevyn, Aydhan
Description: Aydhan and N'kevyn spend the night before Imbeth's goldflight far, far away.
Location: Sunstone Seahold
Date: month 6, day 16 of Turn 12
The tavern they picked was small, hardly a hole-in-the-wall kind of place off the beaten path of Sunstone Seahold. There were no polished brass nor carved beams, but it was clean and warm and bustling enough to be a distraction without being too crowded. Perfect. Aydhan left Tymborikath at the seaside, the gold herself content to watch the boats in the harbour with the same fascination that she spent watching the boats move across the expanse of Barrier Lake. Avicath was left to mope in the water, bobbing like a massive expired shipfish.
She spotted N'kevyn at the bar almost immediately. He'd taken her suggestion seriously: he looked like a man travelling alone, nursing a mug, attention on nothing in particular. Just a rider with a rest day and a thirst. Aydhan watched him a moment, taking in the way the silver in his hair caught in the light, how he leaned one elbow lazily on the bartop like he wasn't waiting for anyone.
A thrill curled under her ribs.
She strode over and took the empty stool beside him. Then, casually, "Do you always drink alone, bronzerider? Are you waiting for someone?"
“Not always, I’m just particular about my company. For the right person, I’ll make exceptions. What brings you here on this lovely day?” He didn’t lean towards her the way he normally might have, his relaxed lounge part of the persona for the evening.
"Just passing through. I'm a healer on circuit. I'll be heading out again in the morning." Aydhan answered easily. "I hope you'll make an exception for me and buy me a drink?" She placed a casual hand on his arm, squeezing it gently to feel the muscles underneath. "Do you come by the Seahold often?"
“Oh, a healer on circuit? Tell me, have you examined any interesting specimens recently?” N’kevyn couldn’t quite keep his normal grin off of his face, but he gestured to order two more drinks. “The lady will have what I’m having. It’s a lovely ale they make locally, hints of citrus,” he told Aydhan seriously. “It’s a new place I like to haunt, but I can certainly see some appeal to it. There are the loveliest sights in the area.”
"Is it local if there's not some hints of citrus?" Aydhan asked with a quiet chuckle. She let her fingrs brush his hand as she accepted the drink, lingering longer than she needed. "My travels take me all over, you see, but there's nothing I love more than being able to conduct a thorough study with the right volunteer."
“Probably not,” N’kevyn agreed, turning towards her while he sipped his drink. “Well, I happen to know some very interesting sights in the area. There’s the Sighing Bay, where they swear you can hear the sounds of a poor bronze’s despair. Or there’s this very lovely room I’ve found to rent.” He leaned forward, putting a hand on her thigh casually, feigning steadying himself, "The quilt on the bed is a real piece of craftsmanship.”
Aydhan laughed, low and indulgent, letting the sound stretch just a breath too long. She took a sip of the citrusy ale, eyes on N’kevyn over the rim of her mug. “A real quilt, you say? You know how to tempt a girl. I do love a place that appreciates the finer things.” She looked him over, every inch of him. Her big, strong man. The set of his mouth, the way his hand rested on her thigh, familiar and warm. _Hers_. "Lead the way, bronzerider."
“I’m a man of many talents, you should know. Wait until you see what I can do with my hands.” Leaving behind a half empty mug, he rose, offering a hand to pull her to her feet. He tugged a little too hard so he had to half catch her, “how’s that for tempting?” He tucked his arm through hers to lead her to that room, which was almost as pleasant as he’d described.
Afterwards, as they lay in the little bed catching their breath, N’kevyn mused pleasantly, “Maybe we can hope the flight will just splat into a cliff?”
"Don't!" Aydhan said with a chuckle, the back of her hand gently smacking the center of N'kevyn's chest. "Thiseta can have it. And now that all the pressure's off, maybe we'll finally get a sevenday without every bronze in the Weyr supplying Avicath a buffet. You won't stand a chance at flying me at this rate."
“Well that was all part of my plan to stay out of the Weyrleader’s office,” N’kevyn teased, “but I suppose we’ll be upping his exercise regimen tomorrow. You’d be surprised at just how fast something that big can move when they want something, though.” As if to demonstrate, the bronzerider rolled, pinning her back to the bed, “But I won’t mind the extra time with you.”
Last updated on the May 23rd 2025