The Faithful Escort

Writers: Cali, Eimi
Date Posted: 10th November 2008

Characters: Honalyse, B'lamick
Description: Honalyse conscripts B'lamick to be her escort to a Gather
Location: River Bluff Weyr
Date: month 12, day 7 of Turn 4

"Hello handsome," Honalyse smiled down at the bronzerider. "Ready to
shop?"

"Yep," B'lamick replied automatically as he stood up then tried to drain
the last of his klah from the mug. "Let's go."

"I appreciate your agreeing to escort me. These hide-bound Holds can
look down on female riders sometimes. It just makes me uncomfortable."
She hated being stared at. Well, that of course depended on the gender
and just what kind of look was in their eye. She liked turning heads,
just not to be gawked at by disapproving old dolts.

"Hey, no problem, it's fun to hop about to gathers I've never been to
before." And she was right, she might get a little teasing by herself,
but no one would dare bother her with a bronzerider escort.

"Well, you just better be a good dancer, or we just might have a scandal
on our hands." She just might traumatize some poor Holder boy if
someone didn't keep her occupied.

B'lamick shook his head and gave a chuckle as they walked towards their
waiting dragons, "I'll try and keep up." He'd gotten alot better at
dancing since he'd come to the Weyr. As long as he didn't have to do
any of those toss dances...

"Well, you better try a little harder than that," Honalyse pouted. "I
intend to come back to the Weyr with very sore feet." It had been a
while since she'd really let loose and she was looking forward to that
even more than the shopping!

"I'm sure you'll have no problem accomplishing that Honalyse, You'll
have those young holders standing in line to dance with you and you know
it." It wasn't so long ago that he'd have stood in line as well, back
when they were candidates anyways. He didn't know if it was just
growing up or what, but he was much more comfortable around her now.
Not that her charms were oblivious to him, he still recognized her as
beautiful, but he wasn't tripping over himself to get a smile out of her
these days.

"With all those inhibited girls they have to choose from, I'm sure
they'd welcome a little change. But that's exactly why I need you there
- to save me from those young holders." Or save the young holders from
her. She was actually sure which...

The bronzerider wagged a finger at her, "So you wish to play hard to get
then? I'm game of course, I'd be happy to occupy you all evening. But
if I see you slinking off with some handsome lad I'll leave you there I
will."

"Well, yes," Honalyse said with her sexiest smile. "If I'm slinking off
with some handsome lad, you'll no longer be needed."

"And what if I find some pretty gal that I want to slink off with?" He
asked. He highly doubted anyone would catch his fancy in the short time
they'd be there, but Honalyse needed a bit of a knock down.

"Only if I find a guy first. You're on _my_ time today, bronzerider,"
she warned, wagging a finger at him. "That was our agreement."
Lopsided though it may be. Being left stranded in the middle of a
gather by the man she had brought with her to keep her company at said
Gather only defeated the purpose of having an escort in the first place!

B'lamick chuckled and threw his hands up. "Somebody's a little
possessive, aren't they? Don't worry Honalyse, I'm not going anywhere,
you will be the prettiest thing there."

Considering all the time she had put into choosing her outfit and styling
her hair just so, she certainly hoped so! If she didn't turn at least a
few heads she'd be very disappointed. "Well, you don't look so bad
yourself, you know."

"Well thank you." he replied with a slight bow before he separated from
her and mounted his bronze. "Latarth will take take the image from
Tibith since you've been there before."

Honalyse found getting up on her greens neck without tearing or dirtying
her fine dress a real chore and finally opted for the rather unlady-like
way of pulling her skirts up around her waist. Thankfully it was a weyr
and no one would much care about seeing her under garments. She'd have
to be a little more careful at the Hold, she decided. "All right,
follow me, bronzerider."

He barked a laugh at her predicament and shook his head. "Following!"

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