Chaos Ensues

Writers: Anaria, JR, Len
Date Posted: 1st April 2011

Characters: Mardria, J'nor, G'wen, O'ryn
Description: The boys help bathe Mardria's Soravath on a random visit to DFW. Chaos ensues.
Location: Dragonsfall Weyr
Date: month 1, day 13 of Turn 6

Mardria wasn't certain what provoked her to fly to Dragonsfall that day. She
didn't have many friends there, certainly not anymore. But she was bored,
and she had been told Soravath needed to get out more, so after a good long
flight, they hopped /between/. They arrived above the weyrlake, and Mardria
directed the green dragon to land near a group of weyrlings. Perhaps they'd
give her a bit of assistance with scrubbing Soravath, since the younglings
at River Bluff were so afraid of her and weren't awfully helpful as a
result.

"Hello there," she shouted out to a group of what appeared to be Junior
weyrlings, although one amongst them looked to be older than the rest.
"Might I get a hand with my green here?

O'ryn glanced over at the other two and shrugged, "We might as well. If it's
not her, it'll be someone else, and she's got a green. Shouldn't take too
long between the three of us, right?"

"No, not long at all," J'nor agreed. Looking over the woman, she looked
ancient. She must have Impressed before the Plague!

G'wen scratched his head and looked at the other two. "Why come all the way
over here for a bath?" Of course, she_was_old, maybe she was a bit senile?

"The healers have been giving me a hard time about not letting her get any
flight time, and while I was out, I figured I'd see how things were going
over here. Shards, I don't think I've visited Dragonsfall in turns!" She
stated. She surveyed the weyrlings, noticing that they were doing the same.
She was in disbelief, but kept it to herself. How was it that weyrlings were
so small nowadays!?

"Well, we'll be happy to wash your dragon while you visit and catch up, if
there's anyone you'd like to see," O'ryn pointed out. "What's her name, if
you don't mind me asking?"

"Her name's Soravath. She's just recently turned 63!" She boasted. While she
didn't like discussing her own age, she took amusement at Soravath's age.

"Hello Soravath!" G'wen patted her shoulder. For 63 she was in good shape.
"Want to go ahead and wade in?"

Neath poked up from the waters to see the newcomer, splashing up to greet
her. :}Hello! Who are you?:{

}:Soravath,:{ the older green dragon said, heading down into the
water. }:What's your name?:{

"Sora, that little green may outgrow even you," Mardria quipped. "She's
around the size you were at that age."

}:I'm Neath,:{ she said to the old dragon. }:And I'll be bigger than
you!:{ She puffed herself up proudly.

G'wen groaned at his dragons less than senstive remark and said to the
elderly woman, "sorry about her, she's a bit full of herself." **Neath, be
nice, she's like really old!**

Soravath snorted in amusement at the younger green. }:I like you,:{ she said
to Neath.

"So how are you boys doing in your training?" Mardria asked, as the
weyrlings began to scrub Soravath's hide.

"I'm almost done, thank Faranth," O'ryn put in, busily wetting the green
down and working from her tail forward while the other boys worked on other
areas. "Another few sevendays and my class will be graduating. I can't
wait."

Mardria smiled knowingly. If graduation was soon, that meant his green would
be rising shortly. "Enjoy Weylinghood while it lasts, you only get to do it
once," she said sagely.

"Once is more than enough for me," J'nor responded, although he said it with
a smile.

"You think?" G'wen peeped up from his spot by the old green's shoulder. "I
rather like it so far. I mean, we get to learn all sorts of interesting
stuff, and no one bullies us and, y'know, our lives are a bit more mapped
out now. "

"Yeah, but all the mucking of barracks, and cleaning latrines, and chopping
meat, that stuff gets kind of old. I wouldn't mind staying in weyrling
training forever once Zoranaith can actually take care of himself," J'nor
commented.

The smaller boy sniffed reflectivily, as that had been his entire life so
far. At least with his own dragon, he could see a light at the end of the
tunnel now. He looked up at J'nor's full height and teased, "come on, if
all 5'3" of me can take it, than so can you...and you've got like over a
foot on me, so if anything it should all be a breeze for you!"

Laughing, O'ryn shook his head at the other two. "In some ways we do have it
easier as weyrlings, but it's restrictive as well. Being a full rider will
be harder in a lot of ways, but I'll be thankful to have my freedom back. I
won't have to account for every second of my day to someone." The relief
could be clearly heard in his voice.

"True. So when are you going to have a party in your weyr?" G'wen teased
the older green rider.

"Soon as I've graduated and you lot have your own weyrs," O'ryn shot back.
"At least then it's no one's fault but your own if you're not in bed at a
reasonable time and I won't get yelled at for keeping you up!"

"Oh true! And if you keep a certain Weyrling past his bedtime then J'darin
won't have a fit, eh?" Ah, this was his first chance to tease the two of
them about any budding romance.

O'ryn shot G'wen a look and shook his head sharply before looking at J'nor,
hoping the other weyrling hadn't caught onto the greenrider's suggestion.

J'nor flushed. He'd been trying to hide it from O'ryn so far, but he had
missed his curfew a few times due to spending time with the other boy. "I...
um..." he stuttered. **I can't wait to graduate,** he thought to himself.

The other weyrling was clearly uncomfortable, making O'ryn sigh under his
breath and refocus on scrubbing the old green's hide, carefully working his
way up toward her haunches and wing. **Sharded G'wen,** he silently
grumbled, **I'll get him for that.**

The boy in trouble caught the look he was thrown and J'nor's reaction to it.
He had to fight the grin that threatened to creep over his face, as his
hunch was as right as could be, those two_were_attracted to one another!
Catching Mardria's eye, he did break out into a small grin.

Mardria smirked knowingly, winking slyly at G'wen. She wasn't stupid. Sr.
Weyrlings generally didn't hang out with Jr. Weyrlings for no good reason,
and J'nor certainly was a handsome lad. Were she a few turns younger, she'd
have been willing to overlook the fact he didn't ride bronze to give him a
ride of a different sort. "Trust me when I say that nearly every Weyrling
has been caught out after curfew at least a few times," she said
reassuringly.

"Exactly," G'wen pipped in. "Getting in trouble is just part of being a
Weyrling."

O'ryn, irritated at G'wen, had started to tune them out in favor of focusing
on washing Soravath and pretending J'nor wasn't somewhere around, wet and...
He shook his head sharply. Washing a dragon, not daydreaming about another
weyrling when they both had way too long to wait before anything could - or
would - happen.

Seeing O'ryn's closed face, G'wen couldn't help but come around to his side
and thwap him with water. There, maybe that would lighten his mood!

That was it. O'ryn lunged at the smaller greenrider, grabbing him by his
shirt and tossing him out toward deeper water, giving him a thorough dunking
before casually turning back to what he'd been doing.

J'nor blinked in confusion, trying to figure out what all the splashing was
about. He dove under Soravath's tail, and found that G'wen was presently
submerged, and O'ryn looked quite cross. "You guys over here having fun
without me?"

"No, come join in!" G'wen reached up and caught him by the tunic.

A quiet groan escaped O'ryn's throat, thoroughly distracted from what he was
doing now. "Okay fine, you two go ahead and have playtime, while some of us
work," he desperately attempted to make it seem like his mind was on
business and not... playtime... of his own imagining.

J'nor laughed, but went back to washing Soravath, all the while trying to
ignore how attractive O'ryn was, completely drenched and with clinging
clothes.

}:Why are you trying to ignore Lyriath's? He makes you happy!:{ Zoranaith
said.

**Zora, don't worry about it. You'll understand when you're older,** J'nor
responded, hoping his dragon wouldn't pass on his thoughts to Lyriath.

Mardria concealed her smile as she watched the three boys, remembering now
how amusing weyrling dynamics could be.

G'wen watched the two before glancing over at the older rider and grinning.
Jumping up he splashed water all over J'nor. "There, now we're not the only
ones wet." He gave a satisfied nod to his head.

J'nor laughed, shaking his head in canine fashion to remove excess water
from his hair. "I never realized washing a dragon could be this much fun!"
he exclaimed.

"You've never had help washing a dragon before?" O'ryn couldn't help but
ask. "Seems to always end with a water fight. Be glad Soravath isn't helping
someone gang up on the others."

Soravath chose that moment to swing her wedge-shaped head around, sending a
huge wave of water cascading on all three weyrlings. Mardria, watching from
a safe distance, nearly lost her bladder laughing.

O'ryn came up spluttering, the shirt that had been half-dried now thoroughly
soaked again. "Faranth, I spoke too soon. Or too loudly. Thanks ever so
much, Soravath!" He saw the old woman laughing herself silly on the beach
and scowled.

}:Are we having a water fight?:{ Neath asked, before looming up from the
depths and flapping her wings until everyone--boys, Soravath and
Mardria--were thoroughly soaked. }:This is fun!:{

Now completely wet, Mardria waded into the weyrlake to help her dragon out.
She nearly ran smack into Zoranaith, though, who had come up from underneath
her before spitting a torrent of water at her. }:This is _really_ fun!:{ He
agreed.

}:Yes!:{ Neath agreed, sending a wave of water over the three boys. }:We
should do this more often!:{

G'wen, on the other hand, was doing his best not to drown. **Lovely, I'm
glad you're having fun and all, but please try not to kill me**

O'ryn reached out and hooked a hand into the back of G'wen's tunic, holding
him far enough out of the water that he could catch his breath. At least,
until Neath's next wave managed to knock him off balance and under the
water.

The smaller boy fell against O'ryn and grabbed onto his shoulder and neck,
before another wave from Neath surged over them all. At this rate,
he_was_going to drown. Struggling for a moment, he managed to find the lake
floor. Strategically, he pushed against O'ryn, trying to get him to fall
into J'nor, whilst making it look like he was just losing his balance again.

J'nor, being taller and having more leverage than his peers, grabbed onto O'ryn,
keeping him above the surface of the water. "Now ladies, calm down so we can
actually _wash_ Soravath!" he said sternly. He hoped O'ryn wouldn't notice
that he held on to him a few moments longer than he really needed to.

"Hey! Who you calling a lady?" G'wen demanded, as he tried to stand up.
"Neath! Zora! Cut it out!"

"I resent that remark a bit, myself," O'ryn carefully tugged away from J'nor
and shot G'wen a look that clearly said 'you are _in_ for it'. "And certain
dragonets need to stop behaving like hatchlings and more like the senior
weyrlings they almost are," he said loudly.

At that Neath squirted water just at him. That'd teach him to glare like
that at her lifemate!

Mardria was trying her hardest not to laugh, but put on a stern face, being
the eldest there. "Come on now. You're almost done. Don't get distracted,"
she chided gently. Perhaps weyrlings were a poor choice for dragon washing.

"Hmmm..." G'wen wondered what exactly that 'look' meant. **Neath, cool it
down or we'll end up tied up on the heights or something** His green
snorted and splashed out of the water to sun herself.

J'nor got back to work on scrubbing the green dragon, and with everyone's
interest renewed, the process continued at a quick pace. He forced himself
to stop stealing glances in O'ryn's direction, and dipped his head down low
to hide his resulting blush. It wasn't _his_ fault that the other weyrling
looked so good, with his clothes wet and clinging to every muscle...

O'ryn refused to look at either of them, too sharded embarrassed by G'wen
pushing the two of them together and his own reaction to the incident. He
suspected his ears were burning but of course had no way to prove it. Or
stop it, if that was the case. He plotted his revenge against G'wen instead,
hoping to distract himself as he silently got back to work.

Last updated on the April 27th 2011

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