You're Just as Bad as I am

Writers: Emma, Suzee
Date Posted: 12th April 2012

Characters: Cyradis, K'deren
Description: A little flirting is not a bad thing
Location: Dolphin Cove Weyr
Date: month 7, day 22 of Turn 6

Cyradis

K'deren

Dinner time in a Weyr could be a very crowded affair but it wasn't one
that Cyradis tried to avoid. She'd never been one to hide herself in
her weyr and ask for trays to be sent. She liked to meet the riders
and get to know them and the relaxed atmosphere of the dining hall was
a great place to do just that.

Tonight when she walked in the smells were wonderful. Freshly baked
bread accompanied the stew and she scooped some steamed vegetables
onto a separate plate. Taking her tray she looked around the room
until she spotted a familiar face.

"Can I sit here," she asked before sliding her tray onto the table.

A slow smile spread across the brownrider's face. "Of course you can," he
said moving some of his things to one side, making room for the goldrider
and her tray. "There's plenty of room."

She slid her tray onto the table and took a seat opposite him. The
drudge came around then brought her the water she asked for and by
that time she had her tray unloaded and he took it. "This looks really
good," she said as she spread some butter on the still warm bread.

"Our cooks are known for it." Every where he'd been said that their cooks
were the best, but he truly believed that there was nowhere like Dolphin
Cove and the way they made their bread.

"Oh, it's a little sour," she said after taking a bite. Then she
dipped a bit of the crusty bread into the stew. "Oh yes, very good."
There were many kinds of bread but this one was very tasty.

"How are things going with your wing?"

"As usual, we drill, some get sweeprides, and I get hidework," joked the
Wingsecond. "I think it breeds somewhere out there, for every green dragon
that rises, I'm sure the hides multiply."

She laughed. "I've always thought that." She pointed a finger at him.
"Be very sure you don't put them in a drawer, It's even worse. I think
they breed."

"Can you imagine the offspring of a a formation diagram and a fitness
report?"

That wrung peals of laughter from the gold rider leaving her
breathless. Of course she couldn't miss the looks in their direction
and just shook her head at K'deren. "Bad man," she said under her
breath.

"Oh I can be evil," he said. "Or very good, it depends on the company," he
teased.

She tapped his hand in a mock slap then laughed again. "Oh yes it is
_very_ possible for a man to be both good and evil in a very...
stimulating manner."

"And the same for a lady too, but it depends on the... stimulation."

"Indeed," she grinned into his eyes. Then picking up a large finger
root she put one end into her mouth. A second later she pulled the
long vegetable out of her mouth. "What," she asked innocently.

This time he laughed, which got them even more looks. "You're just as bad as
I am."

"Well," she giggled. "That remains to be seen." She bit the root in
half and chewed happily.

He eyed her cautiously for a moment. "And what would someone have to do to
find out?"

"Trust me," she said softly. "You're doing it." All she really needed
was a little more time. K'deren was a good man. She could see that,
but Cyradis had never been one to just allow anyone into her furs.
More than one flight winner had been tossed from her bed. She pointed
her chin at his plate. "Finish your food."

"Yes mother," he said, imitating a child's manner.

"Good boy," she responded with a grin. Her fork lifted a load of
mashed tubers into her mouth and she sucked them off the fork then
licked it. "Yumm, good tubers!"

"They are," he said.

"You about done," she asked a few minutes later. A twinkle still in
her eyes might have told the observant person that she had something
other than food on her mind.

"Just about," he said, scraping together the last forkful of his meal.

"Good," she said softly so only he could here. "Because there is a
bottle of wine and fresh fruit calling our names in my weyr if you're
game."

"Oh I'm game," he said, wondering what exactly her intentions were. Some
would take that as an invitation for a roll in the furs, but he sensed that
Cyradis would want to be sure before that happened. And he himself, yes,
he'd have to admit that he'd not object, she fascinated and attracted him,
and it was a long time since he'd felt that about anyone.

"I'm glad," she said and picked up her tray to clear her meal.

"Me too," he replied, scooping up his own tray.

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