Don't Work Too Hard (PG-17)

Writers: Devin, Paula
Date Posted: 4th May 2013

Characters: Lenala, D'ren
Description: D'ren checks on Lenala.
Location: River Bluff Weyr
Date: month 1, day 4 of Turn 7
Notes: Mentioned: Rhosyn
Rating: PG-17

Lenala

D'ren knocked on Lenala's office door and waited.

"Get in, please!" Lenala called. She was sitting at her desk, trying
to make sense of the hide work spread all over her desktop. Oh why,
why Rhosyn had to be sick? Even with egg-bound dragon, she would had
be able to do _this_ . Now it _all_ fell to Lenala's lap and she
didn't feel ready to deal with it.

"Hi, Lenala. I wanted to see how you were doing with the extra
workload." He stepped in and closed the door behind him.

"Hi D'ren!" Lenala answered the greeting with a smile. "It's horrible,
look at these mountains!" she made a dramatic gesture towards the
piles on her desk. "It's not that I can't do it, it's all same stuff I
do normally," she added quickly, not wanting D'ren to think she was
incompetent, "It's just that usually there two of us doing it."

"Do you know what's wrong with her? Will she be able to do hidework
again soon?" Rumors were flying about what might be wrong with the
Weyrwoman and the lack of answers was making many people nervous.

"Well, of course I know..." Lenala hesitated, wondering if she could
tell it to D'ren. Her lips tucked upwards when she remember how Rhosyn
had looked like boiled shellfish. She was thankful that she was
naturally more dark skinned and didn't burn that easily.

"Is it serious? Will you have to do her work for a long time?"

"She's in bed rest," Lenala replied "and I'm the acting Weyrwoman
until she's back on her feet again. How long it takes, I don't know,"
she continued and shrugged her shoulders elegantly.

"I can't imagine how much pressure it is, running a whole Weyr." D'ren
knew that as a bronzerider he could end up as Weyrleader someday. His
bronze had already proved he could fly a queen.

"Yes, and I don't even have Ariau to help me any longer," Lenala
complained. It was customary to circulate gold rider's between Weyrs,
especially the younger ones, but since her transferr, River Bluff had
only two. And none of the other Weyrs had free junior goldriders to
transferr in.

D'ren sat in the chair across from her. "I hope Weyrwoman Rhosyn
recovers soon. I wouldn't want you to work _too_ hard. Stress can make
you sick."

"So do I," Lenala agreed. Looking the piles on her desk, she gave
D'ren a whimsical smile and asked: "You're bronzerider, want to get
practise of being wingleader?" She pointed the hideworks.

"Are you joking, or do you really think I can help?"

"I was joking," Lenala admitted, "But if you want to, you can try
helping out. At least to get these organized."

D'ren nodded. "I could sort them." There was another reason he'd paid
her a visit, and he was worried he'd sound like a fool, but he asked
anyway. "And after that, maybe you'd want to take a break? With me?"
He almost groaned. He was so terrible at this.

Lenala reward him with a dazzling smile. "That sounds great, D'ren."

His answering smile was a bit shy. "I mean, you know ... alone?" His
harper skills completely failed him. What was he thinking? She was a
goldrider. Yes, his dragon had flown hers, but that didn't mean
anything.

Lenala's smile turned gentler. "Yes, D'ren, I got the idea. I'll order
lunch from the kitchen and some wine to go with it, if you're fine
with eating and working at the same time. Then we can do something
else." She found D'ren really sweet and nice to be with, but she had
no feelings deeper than that for him. Unfortunately she was totally
unable to be a friends with a man without sleeping with him.

"That sounds good." He felt like such a dimglow. Hopefully he wouldn't
make a fool of himself in bed as well. Now there was a pleasant
thought.

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