Crossing Boundaries?

Writers: Heather, Miriah
Date Posted: 10th February 2014

Characters: Saibra, J'ackt
Description: In a role reversal, Jenackt gives Saibra a lesson that attracts attention.
Location: Dolphin Cove Weyr
Date: month 5, day 17 of Turn 7
Notes: Feel free to mention this, "inappropriate" touching between Weyrwoman's Second and Candidate

Saibra

J'ackt

Saibra drummed her fingers on her desk as she glanced at the time
piece on the wall. Jenackt was nearly half a candlemark late, which
was unusual for the Candidate. **Do you have any idea where he is?**
She asked her queen who lay sunning on her ledge.

}:Hmmm,:{ Chioneth rumbled as she scanned the Weyr, conversing with
firelizards in the process until.... }:He is on the training grounds.
I can take you there.:{ The gold stood, furling out her wings and
stretching her back legs.

Pushing away from her desk, the goldrider met her dragon and quickly
mounted up. It took Chioneth no time to reach the training grounds and
Saibra easily spotted Jenackt working on what looked like his
swordsmanship. Hoping down from her lifemate's neckridge she chuckled
when Chioneth promptly flipped over onto the ground, causing a small
rumble, as she stretched out to enjoy the sun.

"Afternoon." Saibra called as she approached Jenackt.

Shirtless and dripping with sweat, Jenackt's eyes were closed as the
wooden blade on his hand moved with grace from one position to the
next. There was a look of peace on his face as he moved, as though he
was utterly at home in the practice yard and with the rough carved
blade on his hand. Lean muscles bunched and moved, the hard work from
candidacy had slightly thickened and toned the athletic muscle he'd
already had. In that moment, Jenackt was stunning.

But at the sound of the voice, Jenackt paused right in the middle of a
sweep of the practice sword before muttering a curse. Could he not just
have one candlemark to himself? Just one? Frustration bloomed in his
expression and before he finished, he threw down the wooden blade.
Stomping over to his shirt, he picked it up. Jaws clenched he spoke
over his shoulder. "I'll be in your office in just a minute...ma'am."

Saibra had to stifle a smile. Having lived with Saidrene, who was
often times moody, the goldrider studied the look of tense frustration
on the boy's face, "Don't worry about it, we'll have our lesson out
here today. I need some time outside anyway." She walked over to the
unclaimed wooden sword and picked it up in her hand, testing out the
weight before she turned and looked at Jenackt, "Teach me."

He hid his rolled eyes, but didn't muffle his snort. " Etiquette
doesn't have a place with fighting. You fight to win and to win, you
don't play nice or fair."

At her request, his head whipped around to stare at her. "Why? You have
a gold. You don't have to learn."

Saibra raised her shoulders, "I like to know a variety of things.
Besides, what if Chioneth is heavy with eggs on the Hatching Sands and
I am off in the Weyr somewhere by myself?" She waved the sword from
side to side as if to prove her point, "Come on, teach me. I'll be
your student, you can even tell me to shut up when I am talking to
much, and I will, I promise, I am quite an inquisitive student."

"Then Chioneth will bellow and every bronzerider in the weyr will come
running to the rescue. " He replied blandly. He looked at the waving
sword and blinked then sighed, unable to stop himself from correcting
her. "It's not a club." He strode forward, grabbing her hand and
correcting her grip. "What are you planning to do, thump people on the
head with it?"

"Now there's an idea." Saibra said, her lips quirking as she corrected
her grip on the weapon according to Jenackt's instructions, "Okay, now
what, Teacher?"

"Its only an idea if you plan on cleaving the skull. And then you have
to be ready to yank the blade out and clean the brains and blood off of
it. Hitting with the flat of the blade will just vibrate the metal and
foul your grip. If you want to knock someone out using a sword, wait
til they're down and use the base of the hilt." He was matter of fact.

He ignored the teacher comment and shoved at her shoulder. "
Your stance is wrong. Its too easy to move you." He moved to stand
beside her and demonstrated. "Stand with a foot behind you and one in
front, straight. Your hips are at an angle and you don't face forward.
Give your opponent as little surface to hit as you can."

Saibra moved her shoulders and feet to match the youth's instructions,
her brow lowered with concentration, "You seem to know a lot about how
to use a sword." She commented as she looked back and forth between
her body and his, making sure that she was mirroring his actions and
still maintaining the appropriate grip on the hilt of the weapon.

"Been doing it since I was a kid." He looked her over, then nudged her
back foot with his to get it into proper place."

She looked down at the foot that he corrected, and then back up at
him, "This must be how you stay in shape then, my arms are already
getting tired." Saibra readjusted her grip on the sword once again,
feeling the burn in her triceps.

"It takes muscle control." He looked at the blade and took it from her
without asking. He hefted it in his hand and frowned. "Its not really
well balanced."

He walked to where he had dropped his own, then handed it to her. It
was heavier, but the weight was better distributed. "And you're
gripping it too tightly. Keep it lighter"

Taking Jenackt's sword Saibra found that it was easier to hold as he
had said, although the goldrider was already starting to break a
sweat, "And here I thought I was in good shape. You people make
wielding a sword look easy."

"You use different muscles in different ways." Jenackt moved beside
her, stretching his arm out alongside hers and wrapped his hand around
hers to slowly guide her into moving the sword. "The sword is an
extension of your arm. You can't think of it as separate."

Involved in speaking about something he obviously cared about, it was
obvious that he wasn't even thinking about her proximity to him or the
fact that to others, it may have looked extremely intimate. He didn't
show the slightest hint of discomfort; his mind was sharply focused on
what he was instructing.

Saibra was a very sensual person by nature so the touch didn't come as
surprising to her or seem odd. She remained focused on the swing that
he was showing her. She enjoyed seeing Jenackt do something that he
felt comfortable at, it was as if she was seeing an entirely different
side to the troubled youth.

Finishing the first sweep, he checked her stance and without thinking,
grabbed her hips to tug them into proper place. "I said at an angle."
He let them go, and looked back at her sword arm. "Don't lock your
elbow. Be fluid."

He finally glanced up, movement in the corner of his eyed catching his
attention. They were getting an audience. Jenackt stiffened, and his
calm focus dissipated into discomfort. He stepped away quickly.

Saibra's swing with the sword was still awkward and she laughed as she
stuck the tip of the sword into the ground and leaned against it, "I
think you were right to begin with Jenackt. I will just have Chioneth
bugle for help and then punch them in the nose with the heel of my
palm." She chuckled and looked back at him, noticing immediately that
he had clammed back up and taken a step away. Frowning she follow his
gaze and glanced toward the people that had stopped to watch and were
now awkwardly trying to make it look as if they _hadn't_ been
watching.

"Don't worry about it," she waved her hand and then offered the sword
back to him, "I think that is about all of the lessons this old woman
can handle for the day."

He took the practice sword from her and shrugged, moving
away. "Probably a good idea." His response was curt, muttered. He bent,
picking up his shirt and threw it over his arms. "Gotta go. Have
lessons."

"Thank you for the sword lesson, Jenackt." Saibra walked back to her
sleeping gold, who grunted and then stood, a large yawn escaping her
huge jaws. The Weyrwoman's Second was very unconcerned that she and
Jenackt had acquired an audience during their lesson. She had lived
Weyrlife long enough to expect rumors and to know how to ignore them.

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