The Mating Flight Stalker

Writers: Jane, Kaysea
Date Posted: 25th March 2007

Characters: R'harne
Description: R'harne suffers from Mating Flight fallout
Location: River Bluff Weyr
Date: month 3, day 10 of Turn 4

R'harne glanced up from his ale and groaned. Greenriders were everywhere in the Weyr in a way no other colour of rider was. It didn't do to offend any of them, especially not over flights because that was one issue that did make them forget their differences and band together to make some poor bronze or bluerider's life a misery.

Or a brownrider's.

So he had been well behaved. Since he always tried to be, that wasn't much of a stretch. He had been considerate, polite, appreciative, and kind. What more could a man do for his flight partner?

Strangle her, perhaps? While nobody was looking? It was starting to feel like the best option. Possibly the only option.

He got to his feet to meet the woman who was heading toward him. He carefully put the ale bottle on the table and glanced around. His weyrmate; her sisters. His weyrmate's parents. And the whole dining cavern milling with people. That was probably a few too many for the strangling he was wistfully imagining.

"Treya," he said, instead.

"R'harne!" her higher pitched voice, girly and breathless echoed around the closer tables, as she squealed in delight at seeing him again. She rushed across the cramped area, winding her way through the crowded tables towards him. In her wildly effusive way, she threw her arms around R'harne's shoulders and tried valiantly to kiss him. "And what has my R'arrr," she growled his name out, "been doing with himself today? I didn't see you out at drills.." her lips pouted as she looked up at him.

There was a snort of laughter from the table behind him, a snort he recognised. Nothing like having a supportive weyrmate, he thought as he caught Treya's arms and wrestled them away from his neck. Was it possible that strangling was on her mind, too? It seemed unlikely given her expression.

"I ... am ... not ... available." He couldn't make it any plainer, could he? "Not _at_all_ available. You don't need to look out for me at drills. I am always there ... with the wing ... just like everybody always is."

"Mmm.. that's my Rarrrrr," once again she growled out the pet name, while continuing to try and snuggle up against him, "You may be playing hard to get right now, but that's not how you were the other night." she gave a high girlish giggle, "Oooh Rarrr, you were like a wild feline.."
her fingers played across his lips, tracing the outline back and forth, "...I can't wait until we can be together again."

On more than on occasion R'harne had dealt with men pestering his weyrmate. Now he needed help, what did he get? Laughter. So much laughter from his weyrmate and her sisters at the table behind him that they sounded like some of them would choke on it. He rather hoped they would.

"The other night Guieth won Cenith's flight. That was the _only_ reason we were 'together' at all. And it _won't_ happen again. _Not_ever._"
Unless Guieth took a liking the green. More of a liking than he already had.

"But sweetums, you said that last time, but you still came back to me.."
once again Treya's mouth pursed into a tiny pout, her pink lips glistened with the oils she had applied to make them look all the more inviting.

"No," he said firmly. But that wasn't going to work. He was angry enough to mean it when he added: "Get away from me, Treya. _Go_away._"

For an instant Treya's eyes widened, this was a side of R'harne she had never seen, but she shook herself, remembering where they were. She glanced around, but everyone was either deep in conversation, or made a good impression of it.

"Oh! I get it! I know what you're up to..." she nodded eagerly, suddenly her face changed from a slight look of concern to one of secret knowledge and a small delighted smile played across her lips.
Her wide blue eyes twinkled in silent amusement. "But... but Rarrrr....
surely you don't _mean_ it?" she winked brazenly at him.

"I _mean_ it. Go away. Do not ever come near me again," he said coldly, meeting her gaze with his own and wondering if there was anything but empty space behind her eyes. There seemed little evidence to suggest otherwise. "_Go_away._"

She blinked, not once but twice, wide-eyed blinks, as though she had to decypher what had been said. Her smile faltered, then slid from her face. Her eyes, opened wide and twinkling, just a moment before, now had a softened, glazed look to them as tears filled them. One large, slow tear slide from the outer edge of one eye and slide down her cheek. Her mouth closed, the lower lip trembling. But her eyes didn't leave his.

}:Treya?:{ Ceniths mind touched her riders but there was no response, just a deadly ache reaching the small green, up high on the Weyr heights. Draconic concern overtook all else. }:TREYA!:{ The bellow of concern that echoed around the Weyr rim, could be heard even in the cavern.

"Argh!" R'harne stepped back as if he'd been burned, with even Guieth asking what he was doing to upset Cenith's rider. Was it his fault the woman had the emotional stability of a upturned ale bottle?

Somebody pushed past him. "Don't listen to him - he's just being mean."

The brownrider watched in disbelief as his weyrmate put her arm around the other woman's shoulders.

"Don't encourage her," he warned, sending a mental request for Guieth to reassure Treya's green. **Apparently sympathy is at hand.**

"I...I have to go..." Treya freed herself from the other woman's embrace. "I'm sorry R'harne, it won't happen again." The tears had begun to run freely down her cheeks. "I'll be fine," she added to the other woman's ministering. Trying hard, she plastered a smile to her face, "I have to go to Cenith, she is very annoyed, silly girl."

She wore the wide smile all the way out of the cavern, not seeing anyone or thing her eyes were so filled with tears, but as she walked faster and faster, her mind held on to Cenith as she tried vainly to calm the annoyed green down.

R'harne relaxed as he watched her retreat - a moment too early, as it happened.

"Ow!" He glared at his weyrmate who had just punched his arm hard enough to sting. Greenriders! "Haven't I suffered enough?"

"You weren't the one who left in tears," Teykara pointed out, her expression displaying an annoyance that worried R'harne far more than Treya's tears.

"I wasn't the one accosting a flight partner in front of his weyrmate and her family, either," he grumbled. "But I can cry if it'll make you take my side."

He guessed from her expression that his offer was going to be refused.

Last updated on the March 25th 2007

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