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Writers: Anaria
Date Posted: 14th August 2010

Characters: J'klin, Mardria
Description: J'klin deals with the consequences of an ill-planned mating flight.
Location: River Bluff Weyr
Date: month 10, day 12 of Turn 5

J'klin awoke slightly disorientated and was immediately aware of the
fact that he wasn't in his own weyr. For one thing, he didn't have
nearly this many furs or pillows on his cot, and the ones he did have
weren't nearly as soft and fluffy as these. He also didn't have a
feline, and there was clearly one sleeping curled up on his bare chest.
In addition, he rarely had company in his weyr these days as he'd hit a
bit of a dry spell with the ladies, and there was clearly a female body
in the cot next to him. He grinned to himself, stretching out a bit to
the dismay of the feline, who leapt off his chest, hissing loudly. If
his partner wasn't awake yet, he figured he'd take a bit of a nap
before the "after-flight entertainment."

}:Uh... ridermine...:{ The brown dragon's voice was tinged with a bit
of shame.

**I don't even know who's green rose earlier.** J'klin responded
sleepily. He'd been in his own weyr, handling his sorrows the best way
a man can know how (by finding a nice wineskin and sharing it with
himself), when Nimyth had indicated that a green was rising. Some
combination of loneliness and inebriation combined caused J'klin to
allow Nimyth's pursuit without knowing or caring for the full details.
What was the worst that could happen? He'd woken up in his fair share
of random cots in his day.

}:Yeah... about that..:{ Nimyth responded slowly. Had J'klin been more
awake - and more sober - he'd probably be instantaneously worried by
the brown's slow response. As it was, he just dismissed it as
post-flight laziness.
J'klin opened his eyes slowly with a yawn. He was in that special stage
where he wasn't certain if he were drunk or if he were hungover. Once
his eyes were open, there was no debating what he was, as the sight he
was faced with instantaneously sobered him.

Mardria, greenrider to Soravath, lay before him, looking peaceful in
sleep as she snored softly. Grey hair - nearing white in color - was a sharp
contrast to skin darkly tanned, with a wherhide-like appearance. Mardria
possessed more than 80 turns - a fact she was quite boastful of.

J'klin jumped backwards from the cot in a move that some would probably
gauge as physiologically impossible, and forced his brain to think.
Mardria was an interesting character. She wasn't senile in the strict
sense, as riders were generally quite in control of their faculties.
Mardria was completely in control of everything she did - there was the
rub of the situation because you couldn't exactly chide someone who was
80 turns old for acting out. Mardria had been one of the unlucky ones -
her two offspring that survived to adulthood had both been lost to
Threadfall somewhat recently, while she herself was forced from active
duty kicking and screaming due to her advanced age. Mardria had a
reputation about the Weyr for being lecherous - she was more flirty
than a freshly graduated greenrider. He had often hear the newly
Impressed weyrlings joking about how embarrassing it'd be to win her
mating flight... Even as a grown man with turns of experience under his
belt, Mardria - who was likely taller than he was, and still one of the tallest
women at the Weyr - was a frightening person.

**What have you done!?** J'klin demanded of Nimyth. He was quite
frankly amazed that the 60 turn old Soravath still rose to mate.

}:You said we could pursue.:{ Nimyth stated simply.

**Yeah, but I didn't know...** J'klin started to respond.

}:Actually, your response was that you didn't care.:{ Unfortunately,
Nimyth was right. Dragons had short memories, but not as short as
J'klin would have liked right about then. There was nothing worse than
losing an argument to one's own dragon! J'klin had a feeling that this
was a deliberate act on Nimyth's part to try and force him to stop with
the moping and the drinking, and he really couldn't fault the brown
dragon for doing so.

While this conversation was occurring, Mardria had stirred and was now
awakening. She opened her eyes, which were the same emerald green as
her dragon's hide and grinned lasciviously at J'klin. "Well hello
there, cutie," She cooed, blinking flirtatiously as she tossed her hair
over her shoulder. "It's been a good many turns since a boy as fetching
as you has graced my weyr. Care for another tumble?"

J'klin had been a dragonrider for some 12 turns now. He was quite used
to waking up in all manner of situations post mating flight. This one;
however, was just too weird for his brain to handle. His eyes darted
around the greenrider's weyr quickly as he searched about for his
clothing. **Nimyth! Come get me!** J'klin demanded, now in a full
panic.

}:Soravath's taking up too much room on the ledge. I can't land
there.:{ Nimyth replied, sadly. Mardria had been relegated to a
smaller, lower weyr for her "convenience," so she wouldn't necessarily
need to rely on her dragon to get places.

Mardria tried to pout seductively, something that was slightly ruined
by the deep lines wrinkling her aged face. "What's wrong, J'klin, am I
too much of a lady for you?" J'klin tried to ignore the fact that
Mardria was a bit more lady than he typically liked - she probably was
near double his weight. It appeared that she had stopped caring about
keeping in shape since she was forced to stop fighting Thread.

**By the Shards of your own Shell, Nimyth!** J'klin exclaimed. Mardria
reached out with one clawlike hand, which was marred with age spots,
and scratched a finger lightly across J'klin's exposed belly.

That was all the brownrider could take. For the most part he was
adaptable, and could roll with the punches, but Mardria had a
reputation, and quite frankly she was scaring him witless. So
he did the only thing he could. **Meet me in the Weyrbowl!** J'klin
stated. His weyr was somewhat high up in the cliffs, and making his way
there on foot would take far longer than making his way out to the
bowl. He only hoped he could get out there without passing too many
people; he wasn't really certain where Mardria's weyr was located in
the scheme of things, and the corridors of River Bluff Weyr were a
veritable labyrinth.

J'klin forced himself not to think about how undignified it would look
to passersby if they saw him running naked and screaming from Mardria's
weyr - because he certainly was screaming, and he wagered that he was
bright as a redfruit from head to toe with mortification. He made a
couple of incorrect turns on his way out, and was certain that a few
heads turned as he passed by. He finally made his way out to the
Weyrbowl, noting with a start that it was still somewhat light out, and
that a weyrling group was just returning from drills.

Fortunately, Nimyth picked that moment to land, and J'klin scrambled
atop his dragon in record time. Nimyth was back in the air before
J'klin could blink, and after a quick flight, they were landing safely
in their own weyr.

J'klin slid off his dragon, falling in a pile on his weyrledge. "I am
never, ever drinking again."

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