Sometimes a Request is only a Request

Writers: Ang, Chelle
Date Posted: 6th April 2013

Characters: Rhosyn, S'ber
Description: S'ber helps the Weyrwoman out.
Location: River Bluff Weyr
Date: month 13, day 11 of Turn 6

}: What would you do if I were to chase her? :{

** What are you talking abou ... oh no. No, no, no **

Bronze and rider were looking at the very large, very light gold. Dylorth
found her incredibly lovely and only briefly wondered when she'd rise
again. }: Oh come on. You wouldn't want to be Weyrleader?:{

** Shards no! Besides, Rhosyn just isn't for me so stop setting me
up** S'ber grumbled as he continued to oil the big dummy. He
couldn't imagine being around someone so small for so long. Shells, she
was the size of a child! "Besides, we don't want that kind
of responsibility," he said as he rubbed at an especially dry spot. It was
a gloriously warm day and he was stripped down to only shorts, his large,
muscular body sweating under the hot rays of Rukbat.

On the lookout for a rider she could bend to her will that might be
ordered to help drag her straps up to her weyr, Rhosyn's eyes scanned the
horizon. A certain young bronzerider came into view quickly. "S'ber!"

A guilty flush covered his cheeks as he turned at the sound of his name
being shouted ... by the Weyrwoman. Shells and shards, he was in trouble
now. ** Thanks ... thanks a lot ** he grumbled to Dylorth who merely
grunted his amusement of the situation. Pulling the towel off his shoulder
to wipe his hands, he jogged over to her and plastered a pleasant smile on
his face. "Weyrwoman Rhosyn, how may I be of assistance?" he asked,
glancing quickly at the straps near her then back at her.

"I've got to manage to get those up to the weyr and to be honest after I
almost wrenched my neck in drills today, I just don't want to do it on
my own." It was a bit sore, but a good bath would manage it along with a
massage perhaps. "Busy?" Of course there was no way he could say that he
was, but she asked the question anyway.

Dropping the towel into the empty wash bucket and closing the oil bottle,
S'ber said, "Nope, all done. I'll be happy to help you with those straps.
Should I have Dylorth call for a healer for your back?"

"No, nothing like that. Nothing a good bath and a rest won't fix."
She couldn't help but watch him, thinking how much higher he was. She
had to crane her neck practically to try to speak to the fellow. N'vanik
was tall, but he wasn't quite this bad. Leading him to her weyr, she waited
till he'd gotten the straps.

It didn't take long to scoop up the straps, finding them surprisingly
lighter than expected. "You carry these around often?" he asked as he
glanced down from the corner of his eye. She really was a tiny thing and
just the thought of winning a flight set his teeth to grinding.

}: It could be fun, you know :{

** NO! ** he mentally shouted then winced as he caught Rhosyn's gaze.

"Often enough even if they are bigger than me," she replied, guessing
where he was going with that. She looked quite ludicrous when
half-carrying, half-dragging the things, but that was her lot in life after
Impressing. "Even though it's not like you all with the sacks, I still have
to be able to hold up an agenothree tank for the entire Fall. This goes
along with that."

S'ber's eyebrows rose in surprise before he frowned and gave her scoffing
look. "Agenothree tanks are that heavy, are they?" he asked, not believing
it for a second. Never having to deal with them, he truly had no idea how
heavy they really were.

"You never ran a groundcrew before did you, S'ber?" She couldn't remember if
he was weyrbred or not. As they came into her weyr, she walked inside into
Orlaith's large couch area. Nodding towards the hooks on the wall that held
the straps, she opened up a chest and took out the tank. "Here, come lift
it." The contraption actually consisted of two pieces-the tank itself which
strapped onto her back and the nozzle that she held like a gun.

"Err, no, I haven't," he answered as he began hanging the straps upon the
hooks as indicated. He was careful to keep them from snagging. Wouldn't
want to be accused of breaking them. "Never even participated in one.
Guess they'd need them, eh?"

Turning when done, he was surprised when she placed the tank and nozzle in
his hands. It looked tiny to him but was surprisingly heavier than he
anticipated. "Is this full?"

"No. I fill them the same day we have Threadfall so the gas is fresh. It's
not good to just leave a tank with gas in it around since it could set the
place on fire easy." And that way, Rhosyn could make sure to empty it by
the end of Threadfall, then clean the tank and nozzle.

S'ber whistled softly at the thought of what it would be had there been gas
inside. "Impressive, Weyrwoman," he said as he carefully handed it back to her.
With his usual grace, he was afraid he'd break the sharding thing if he
held it much longer. "I can see now how you'd be able to handle these
straps with ease normally ... " The bronzerider left the sentence hanging
as he crossed his arms over his bare chest. Was this some test to see how
accommodating he was?

"Aye well what's the joy in being Weyrwoman if you can't ask a bronzerider
to carry your stuff for you from time to time? And hey, maybe I just wanted
to get you into my weyr?" Rhosyn replied easily, putting the tank back
inside the chest. Her back was to him so he couldn't see the smile crossing
her lips. "You're young..probably full of energy.."

The statement frankly shocked him and he stared at her as if she'd spoken
in a language he couldn't understand. Few of the women of the Weyr paid
any attention to him, his size was hard for them to get past. Yet here was
this tiny woman, the Weyrwoman for Faranth's sake, stating ... what
exactly? "Was there some other task you needed done, Weyrwoman? I am Harper
trained so perhaps some transcribing or recordkeeping ..."

S'ber faltered as his eyes traveled down her trim form and he realized that
what he was saying was not at all what he was thinking. She couldn't want
him in the furs ... could she?

}:What's wrong with that?:{

**I'd crush her! Shells, she can't be thinking ...**

}:She can and you would not crush her. You are gentler than you think:{

The conversation was abruptly halted when he realized he'd stopped paying
attention to her.

"I'll keep that in mind, S'ber. After all, much of the Weyr's Records are
my duty to keep." Turning back to him from the chest, she wiped her hands
on the sides of her trousers that she was aching to get out of since it was
so warm. "That's all I needed for now, though. Thanks for your help." It
was hard to keep her inner amusement from surfacing, but somehow she did.

He wasn't sure if he was happy or sad that she was dismissing him.
Unwilling to prolong the awkwardness, however, S'ber nodded and headed for
the door. "You're welcome, Weyrwoman. Anytime ..."

}: Coward :{

S'ber ignored the bronze as he headed back to the lake where he'd left the
cleaning supplies. He was simply too confused over what happened to listen
to the lazy beast.

Last updated on the April 11th 2013

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