Showing the Weyrbrats a Thing or Two

Writers: Anaria, Paula
Date Posted: 14th December 2010

Characters: Mardria, M'red
Description: What: Mardria meets her old friend M'red, and they have a chat over lunch.
Location: River Bluff Weyr
Date: month 12, day 4 of Turn 5
Notes: Mentioned: J'klin

Hello, Mardria, my pretty lass," the brownrider greeted and pinched
her bottom cheek. He had managed to sneak behind her, so she didn't
notice him until it was too late. The brownrider was even older that
she was, used a cane when walking, didn't see or hear very well and
still flirted with woman.

Mardria jumped slightly at the contact, whirling to face the older
rider. "Why sir, I didn't hear you coming!" She snaked an arm around
his waist affectionately, resting her head on his shoulder. "How have
you been, dearie? Keeping busy?"

"Aye," M'red replied, "I seem to have lot of offsprings, who just
can't live without me," he continued with slight frown. The problems
was that he couldn't always remember their names. "I seem to have
missed your last Mating flight," the was remorse in his voice.

Mardria nodded. "Yes. Yes you did." The brownrider had been the winner
of Soravath's last few mating flights. "Is everything alright? Your
dragon still fit? Did you forget about me?!" Mardria feigned offense.

"Guogarith is getting so lazy! Can you believe, he didn't even stir,
not even when the Gold rose!" M'red let out a disappointed sigh.

Mardria was astonished. "Really? I swear, I felt the desire from that
flight for sevendays!" Mardria had felt it - and had had no one to
help her deal with it, either. "Soravath missed your Guogarith for
certain, my dear M'red."

"I'm sure to tell it to him. Perhaps he gets his lazy butt off the
ground next time," M'red replied.

"So how have you been, love? How is your leg treating you? And the
arthritis?" Arthritis had trouble Mardria greatly for the past few
sevendays. She didn't know if it was just her age catching up with
her, or if it was the weather. "Come, walk with me to the Dining
Caverns, we can have noon meal together, like old ties.

"Of course, sweetpie. You don't have to ask me twice," M'red replied.
"Leg is as it has been, no worse, no better." Which was good thing.

"That's certainly good to hear," Mardria said as they entered the
Dining Caverns. "You go sit down and rest that leg, I'll grab you some
food. What would you like?"

"Oh, whatever they are serving today," M'red replied with an
indifferent waive of hand. Frankly, he couldn't remember what he
liked, so he ate everything. Unless it was too tough to his old teeth.

Mardria grabbed a tray and two plates, and began stacking them high
with food. For M'red, she steered towards the softer items - mashed
tubers, slow-cooked herdbeast, and some softer fruits. For herself,
the key was volume, it seemed like she was always hungry. Grabbing a
few pastries as well, she headed to the table where M'red sat, sitting
his plate before him. "There you go, all your favorites!" She said,
knowing that it really didn't matter _what_ was on the plate.

"Is that for me? Oh, how nice of you, sweetheart. How have you been,
I've not seen you a while," M'red said.

"I've been alright, I guess." She said, sounding a bit forlorn. "My
bed's been rather empty as if late, I've been wondering if maybe I am
losing my edge! Perhaps the healers are right, maybe I do need to
settle down with a man my own age!"

"Your own age, pfh, what nonsense. You're a fine lass, " M'red said.

"I know!" Mardria boasted. "I still have it, you know. I am prettier
now than I was on my 20s, if I don't say so myself. The menfolk of the
Weyr are just intimidated, because they know I have so many turns of
experience between the furs!" She smiled broadly. "Thank you, M'red, I
haven't felt this good in ages!"

"Yes, they are worried they can't meet your demands," M'red said with a smile.

Mardria laughed, a loud, abrasive sound. "Oh they _can't_ maybe that's
why I need a man my age! He'll need 80-some turns of experience to
keep up with me in the bedroom! Oh M'red, I was so upset, the gossip
around the Weyr said that J'klin had a new girlfriend that he was
spending all his time with, now I realize I was too good for him! Oh,
I forgot to ask, have you picked up any gossip for me recently?"

"Gossip about you?" M'red scratched his snow white hair. "Well, didn't
you give some youngling a time of his life? And kept his clothes too?"

"No silly, gossip about anyone here! I have to take something back to
the ladies knitting circle later this afternoon! If that foster mother
Zygeria has better gossip than me, she's never going to let me live it
down!" Mardria shook her head. She knew Zygeria's daughter had
recently kicked her weyrmate out, so the old foster mother would have
a lot to say about that, and she wanted something to eclipse that
tale!

"Let's see, juicy gossip. Well, U'das hasnt' had much luck with the
ladies lately, he has been seen courting a young greenrider, then he
got what he wanted and got thrown out of her weyr. With his clothes
on, I might add." M'red grinned. "You should give him a try, you know
what they say about bald men?"

Mardria thought for a moment, "They have hairy backs?" She asked. That
seemed to be the one constant in all the bald men that Mardria had
been with, it seemed.

"No, not that one. The one about size of it... or was it the size of
the nose and the size of it? Shards, I can't remember," M'red said
with frustrated tone.

"Well, I've been with a big nosed bronzerider - you remember Y'atir,
right? And that was NOT the case with him so it must be bald men!"
Mardria said with a hearty laugh. "Honestly, aforementioned greenrider
was doing it wrong if U'das wasn't running naked from her weyr.
Perhaps I shall have to go have a chat with her. Honestly, greenriders
today." She shook her head, tsking her disapproval.

"That's a fact. You don't have greenriders of your quality these days."

"Or brownriders such as you, either! Why I still remember some of your
antics from our days as weyrlings. You always were a shameless one!"
Mardria laughed as she remembered. "But then again I had my share of
good times too!"

"Those were the days," M'red sighed wistfully. "Riders of today are
too uptight. They don't know how to have fun."

"Well, then, it is up to us to show them! This is something we should
think about. What can we do to make the riders forced to have fun....
we could play a prank of some sorts on them?" Mardria suggested.

"Pranks are good. This place certainly needs some cheering up," M'red agreed.

"I wonder what we could do to cause trouble..." Mardria mused. "How
about love notes? We can place them outside of people's weyrs, and
leave them unsigned, so people are left wondering who likes them. That
could be humorous!"

"Yes, it would be," The brownrider nodded.

"That is exactly what we'll do then!" Mardria exclaimed. "I'll steal
some scraps of hide tomorrow when I go visit the weyrbrats after
classes, and I'll put them on random doors around the Weyr. Especially
that fickle brownrider of mine!" She giggled to herself.

M'red looked bit vague and just mumbled something, his mouth full of food.

Mardria shook her head. Men. They were so difficult to deal with sometimes.

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