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Spoken Like a Green Rider

Writers: Ames, Len, Suzee
Date Posted: 2nd April 2011

Characters: G'wen, D'arvn, R'yal
Description: G'wen tries to figure out what the two blueriders are up to, in the baths
Location: Dragonsfall Weyr
Date: month 1, day 21 of Turn 6
Notes: Follows 'Good Grief!'


D'arvn

D'arvn

G'wen watched Cardella and K'ale leave before turning his attention
back to the remaining people in the pool. One old auntie had fallen
asleep, as evidenced by the soft snores coming from her whilst her
friend--the one who had spoken--lay back in a relaxed stupor, letting
the hot stones wash away some of her pains. The two men were still
close to him, one of them being_very_close to him. Shyly, he peered
over to the man over his knees. His legs were curled tight against
his chest and stomach, protecting most of his body from the man's
gaze.

R'yal watched as the other two left the baths. He wouldn't miss them.
His attractions ran more in the direction of the one who stayed.
He'd stayed, so perhaps he was interested as well. Yet, the way he'd curled
himself up made R'yal realize the lad was uncomfortable. Assuming a
more relaxed pose, he tried to smile reassuringly at G'wen.

"I don't bite. I promise. So tell us a little more about your dragon."
Anything to try and put him more at ease for he didn't wish to be the
cause of any distress. Sometimes he came on a bit too strong and had
to remind himself to back up and slow down.

"Um...she's just really big and bossy," he said quietly, still
watching him to make sure he didn't try anything under the water. He
wasn't really sure what to say, or how to say it.

D'arvn wasn't so sure about chasing a Junior Weyrling and kept his
distance from the little guy. He could admire without feeling the need
to possess.

There was something about the other blue rider that said he was safe,
so G'wen uncoiled and swam underwater to the centre of the pool, only pausing
to look back at the men. Yes, it was better out here. He 'reached'
out to Neath but she was still sound asleep. He did wonder how far
would things have gone had he been a senior Weyrling. Was either one
of those guys actually interested? He couldn't think how they could
be.

R'yal watched the boy swim away from him and sighed. He was cute and
R'yal liked the chance to flirt a bit, but the lad seemed far to
uncomfortable around him at the moment. Leaning back in the water, he
turned his attentions to his fellow blue-rider instead.

"So how are things with you and U'fouinn?" He asked, knowing the pair
quite well.

D'arvn smiled at R'yal. "U'fouinn is as lovely as ever," he said. He
wasn't opposed to a little fun on the side but wasn't going to force
attention on someone unready for it. He watched the uncomfortable
little green rider bolt and raised an eyebrow at R'yal. "Oh well" he
said under his breath.

R'yal, too, heaved a sigh when the young rider darted towards the
exit. "And I thought he was cute, too," he said to his friend with a
shake of his head. "Maybe I need to find myself a weyrmate like you,
D'arvn."

G'wen heard him over on his side of the pool and dared a glance back.
Curiousity won out over being timid and he risked drifting back to
the blue riders, only staying on D'avn's side this time. "What's your
weyrmate like?"

D'arvn's lips curled up "He's a sweet and gentle soul," said the blue
rider. "His eyes are like lake water reflecting a summer sky." It was
obvious from his tone how much he loved the man.

"He sounds handsome, " G'wen said. "I always wanted blue eyes."

"You're lovely the way you are dear." D'arvn said with admiration.
"I'm sure you'll leave a trail of broken hearts with that lovely
Neath."

"Not with her, all she wants are bronze dragons. The hearts I'd be
due to break wouldn't be over love, at that rate." He rolled his eyes
and settled down on D'avrn's side, risking another glance over at the
more forward R'yal.

He smiled and patted the kid's knee. "She'll change her tune once she
feels the pleasure you get with the love of a good blue rider. I don't
mean she won't choose bronze now and then but if you favor a certain
rider it can influence her choice... sometimes." He was careful to add
that 'sometimes.' "She does love _you_ more than anything." He smiled
reassurance at the young green rider.

R'yal listened, keeping his confidences to himself for the time being
as he was pleased to see that the young rider had become a bit more
comfortable at least around D'arvn. Perhaps he'd come on a bit strong,
but he'd only been flirting with the boy.

"Aye, G'wen," R'yal replied, relaxing against the back of the pool.
"You own eyes will break many hearts over the turns. In fact,
considering how quickly you sheed over to D'arvn there, I do believe
my own heart my be breaking. And here I thought _I_ was the better
looking of the two of us, yet alas, I guess you prefer him over
someone like me." He was grinning with a twinkle in his eye even as he
said the words.

"Well, meet me back here in a few months time and I'll let you know
which one of you I think is more handsome." G'wen blushed a bit at that,
but really, he wasn't lying about it. Shards, in another month or so
and he'd probably be up for both of them. At the same time. That'd
show S'vin.

D'arvn's head rolled back in laughter. "Spoken like a true green rider my dear."

"Really?," he all but squeaked. Torn between being amused and being
cross, he splashed a bit of water at the older man and rolled his eyes
in R'yal's direction.

Last updated on the April 27th 2011


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