Mending Fences

Writers: Miriah, Suzee
Date Posted: 11th March 2013

Characters: Cyradis, D'hol
Description: Cyradis and D'hol try to look past their past.
Location: Dolphin Cove Weyr
Date: month 12, day 27 of Turn 6

Cyradis

D'hol

The drills were finished and as D'hol climbed off of Yumath, he
grimaced at a slight catch in his back. Stretching to ease it, he
turned to tug the straps off of the bronze, who was still in the
middle of giving careful critiques to the dragons in the wing. D'hol
let him continue; the points were valid and the bronze knew well
enough what was needed. Plus, the bronze was not half as tired as he
happened to be.

Flinging the straps over his shoulder, D'hol slapped the bronze on his
side before moving to head towards his weyr, when the sight of a
familiar woman made him pause. He stopped and arched a brow in silent
askance.

Panitath wanted to sun after their workout so Cyradis had stripped off
her straps and dropped them on the sands of the Weyrbowl. They needed
some attention and no matter how many volunteers wanted to help her.
Attention to her flying straps was one of the duties at which she was
diligent.

The big gold dropped her wedge shaped head down to her rider and
Cyradis used both hands to rub and scratch the sensitive eye ridges. A
soft smile of love curved her lips until her gaze fell on D'hol. Then
she just closed her eyes and pretended she hadn't seen him looking at
her.

Seeing the queen, Yumath immediately was at attention. Wings half
furled, Yumath crooned a soft greeting. }:Greetings, Panitath.:{ He took
a step forward, eyes gently whirling.

Softly snorting at Cyradis' reaction to him, D'hol shook his head and
without
invitation, walked towards her. "Are you playing the ignoring game now,
Cyradis?"

"Yes," she said as she opened her eyes. "Too bad you don't take a
hint. But that never was your strong suit, was it D'hol?" She gave
Panitath a last good scratch. **Go on dearest,** she thought to her
lifemate and the big gold trotted a few steps away before leaping into
the sky and circling up to the heights and her favorite perch.

}:Come to the heights Yumath. We can see the whole Weyr from here.:{

Cyradis had never really liked the bronze rider and from what she'd
heard, he was up to his old tricks. N'vanik had come grumbling into
their last meeting about the man's attitude. "So, what kind of joy
are you going to bring me this afternoon," she said with a tiny touch
of acid in her tone.

Straps still slung over his shoulder, D'hol arched a brow. "No, it
really wasn't. Never has been." His eyes followed Yumath with a slight
smile as he followed the queen, leaving the pair of them in the
weyrbowl. He turned back to the Weyrwoman and blinked slowly. "Why,
Cyradis, I'm wounded. Can I not
just stop to talk?"

She tilted her head with a disbelieving raised eyebrow. "As if that is
ever your intent." She closed her eyes and shook her head. "I know you
delight in verbal fencing, but it just makes me weary. I'm already
tired after training and we both have wings to lead." She half turned
as if to go. "Look," she said directly. "If you want to be friendly,
be friendly. Don't use the cover of your intelligence to plant barbs
under everyone else's straps." She bent to retrieve her own straps
from the sands.

"Actually, I wasn't trying to." D'hol replied calmly. He bent and picked
up Cyradis' straps before she could and tossed them over his other
shoulder. "I am attempting to be friendly, Cyradis, by being civil
and polite. You could try overlooking whatever past we had. You weren't
at your best either then, were you?"

She acknowledged his carrying her straps with a soft "Thank you," then
listened to the rest of his statement. She turned to face him squarely
and searched his face. Perhaps they _could_ learn to get along if that
was really what he wanted. "Maybe it's just habit," she said
carefully. He'd made a valid point. She hadn't been easy to get along
with after her reversals at their former Weyr. "If you would like to
start fresh, then I'm willing to give it a go." But that didn't mean
she'd trust him any farther than she could throw him.

"You're welcome." He stopped as she faced him and his brows
rose once again, meeting her gaze with an utterly cool one of his
own, though there was a slight amusment flickering around his
mouth. "I don't know about completely fresh as we both have our
memories, and they will always be there, but I can agree to
stop needling you if you can agree that I'm not as horrible as you
have believed me to be."

She'd had her own new start here at Dolphin Cove and didn't begrudge
him the same opportunity. "Oh I don't know D'hol," she tapped him on
the arm playfully. "You were pretty horrid." But the latter was
delivered with a genuine smile.

He finally gave a soft chuckle and inclined his head in agreement.
"True. I was a bastard and a half. Still can be and probably will be.
But at least I was good at it."

"Yes," she agreed still with a smile. "But you're also a good
Wingleader. You do the job and you bring your people home. Your skills
are needed here."

A compliment from Cyradis? It appeared that woman was at least trying.
He didn't try any false modesty, but simply nodded in agreement. "Yes, if
they do their jobs well." He considered her for a moment. "That's why I
came, Cyradis. Because I was needed. Any other reasons are
secondary."

She smiled for a moment, then she nodded. "Agreed. Maybe we _can_ work
together D'hol." She was at least willing to try if he was.

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