Pre-Flight Syndrome (1/2)

Writers: Anaria, JR
Date Posted: 26th March 2011

Characters: O'ryn, J'nor
Description: Lyriath's proddiness leaks over to O'ryn, and by association, J'nor
Location: Dragonsfall Weyr
Date: month 1, day 17 of Turn 6
Notes: Mentor Approved

O'ryn paced his weyr, feeling restless in a way he'd never experienced
before. It was after the dinner hour, but well before bedtime and after a
half-candlemark or so, the greenrider swore and grabbed a jacket. His weyr
felt too small. Maybe pacing down the beach would be better. He passed
Lyriath in the dim light that speared out onto the ledge and barely spared
her a glance before starting down the flights of steps between his fifth
level weyr and the bowl.

Meanwhile, down at the weyrling barracks, Zoranaith was frustrated as
well. }:Lyr has been mean to me all day,:{ Zoranaith complained to J'or. }:She ignored me when we were sunning today and just wanted to hang out
with the bronzes,:{ He lamented.

J'nor forced down the painful feeling that came up at the mention of such
things. He didn't need a lecture to know what would happen. One of Lyriath's
clutchmates had already gone up, and he knew what that meant. It wasn't the
thought of O'ryn being with another man that bothered him, so much as the
fear that he might decide J'nor wasn't worth waiting for. That he wanted to
be with a real rider, and not some Weyrling. Sighing to himself, he decided
to go for a walk before curfew.

The greenrider had already made one lap of the lake and was starting a
second when he spotted J'nor. Faranth, as if he needed anything _else_ to go
wrong today. The blue weyrling was the last person that he wanted to see
right now, for more reasons than one. He wasn't clueless either, he knew
Lyriath would be going up soon. He knew that even without that, it would
still be months before he could even tell the other rider how he felt about
him, much less touch him the way he craved to these days. Better to keep
things the way they were, if not backstep, at least a little, to a more
comfortable place for the both of them.

Unfortunately, he hesitated too long in his thinking and had gotten too
close. O'ryn couldn't back off now without making it obvious he was avoiding
the other boy. "Uhh, hi, J'nor," he said lamely, reluctantly.

"O'ryn!" J'nor exclaimed. He had been so caught up in his own thoughts that
he hadn't realized that the subject of them was right behind him. He wanted
to tell him how he felt. Wanted to tell him that the reason he'd kicked him
out the other night was because things were getting too comfortable, and
that he was about to cross the line. Wanted to tell him that the only thing
keeping him from completely disregarding the rules was Zoranaith. Instead,
he said lamely, "It's a nice evening."

"Oh? I don't suppose I noticed," O'ryn replied, his tone rather sharp and
clearly irritated at the obvious comment.

**He's just moody because of the flight, don't let it get to you,** J'nor
thought to himself. "Are... are you upset with me?" He asked aloud. He knew
that O'ryn had been less than pleased about getting kicked out, but it had
been long enough he thought that they had gotten over that. "Or is it
just... that time?" he finished reluctantly.

"What do you mean, that time? I'm not some ruddy female having a bout of the
grumps before her monthlies," O'ryn snapped, brushing past J'nor and
continuing on another lap of the beach. "And I don't know. Have you given me
reason to be upset with you?"

"Not your time for the monthlies, Lyriath's time to rise," J'nor said. There
had been the unspoken knowledge between them for the past few sevendays that
it was inevitable, but neither of them had wanted to bring it up aloud. "I
saw her today. By the lake. Every male in dragonlengths was staring at her."
Or course Zoranaith had been as well, but not for the same reasons.

The greenrider frowned and shot a quick glance across the weyr, up to his
ledge. "Maybe. I don't know. If that's the case, why are you still following
me around? Zoranaith won't be chasing her any time soon and I..." He trailed
off, swearing under his breath. "You should go back to the barracks."

J'nor backed off slightly. Was this it? Was O'ryn going to ditch him because
Lyriath was mature, and Zoranaith wasn't? Could he not handle the wait until
Zoranaith was old enough for them to be together. Despite himself, he felt
tears stinging at the corner of his eyes, and he forced himself to bite them
back. "Is that what you want?" He asked softly.

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