Cold Feet

Writers: Heather, Len
Date Posted: 9th June 2014

Characters: G'wen, R'axe
Description: G'wen gets cold feet about bringing R'axe back to his weyr
Location: Dragonsfall Weyr
Date: month 7, day 6 of Turn 7
Notes: Mentioned: E'naer, Sh'lua, S'vin

R'axe

R'axe was still reeling from the way the dragonpoker game had ended.
When he had sat down with the group of men he had never dreamed that
he would be walking away from it with G'wen. Mostly because he hadn't
really received any signals from the greenrider that said he was
interested, and R'axe was _very_ good at telling when people were
interested in him. The bluerider got the feeling that G'wen had only
kissed him and invited him to his weyr because of something going on
between him and E'naer.

He couldn't have been more right. G'wen said not a word on the walk up
to his weyr, and only nodded R'axe inside. When he opened the glows,
for the first time he saw how dusty and neglected the place looked.
G'wen felt a stab in his heart. He flopped onto the side of the bed as
his legs gave out.

"Maybe you should go." He glanced up at R'axe, his dark eyes sad. "I
think this was a mistake."

Rather than be upset, a knowing smile came across R'axe's face, and he
took a seat, "I thought you might feel that way once we were here.
Jealous over E'naer?" He asked lightly.

"Not jealous." G'wen pulled a face. "Just...hurt, I guess."

The bluerider raised an eyebrow, "Why?"

G'wen looked down at his hands. "He's just always looking at others.
It's like he doesn't want to be with me."

And this was exactly the reason why R'axe did _not_ believe in
weyrmating. But the greenrider was young, and some things just came
with age and experience, "I think E'naer would be inhuman not to
notice others, but he comes home to you, right? Calls you his
weyrmate?"

G'wen gave R'axe a wary eye. "Yeah...but he's always looking at
others, so it's just a matter of time before he dumps me, right?"

"Not necessarily. Just because you have ordered doesn't mean that you
can't still look at the menu." R'axe pointed out, and then tilted his
head, "When you became E'naer's weyrmate, did you both agree to be
exclusive outside of flights?"

G'wen pulled a face. "We've never really talked about it, to be
honest. And it always seems that I'm more...y'know...up for it than
E'naer. He's always tired or his flit gets in the way." He grimaced,
not liking the way his voice rose into a whine at the end.

"It sounds like this is a conversation you should be having with your
weyrmate then." R'axe said simply.

"Maybe..." G'wen picked at a small tear in the helm of his tunic,
feeling sheepish after his behaviour. "Listen...I'm sorry about all
this, it was really rude of me to get you involved and all. If you
want, I can ask S'vin to come up here for you?"

White teeth flashed into a grin, "No, thank you. I really feel that I
could help you loosen up a bit, but if you are committed to only being
with E'naer..." R'axe trailed off and waved his hand as if to finish
the thought, and then stood, "It was nice getting to know you G'wen. I
hope you work things out with E'naer, life is supposed to be fun, so
you should try to enjoy it." For a dragonrider, living in the constant
fear of perishing in Threafdall, life was too short.

G'wen flushed and stood up when R'axe got to his feet. "I am sorry,"
he said as they walked to the door. Already his mind was trying to
figure out what to say to E'naer and would he even be waiting for him
or would he have gone back to Sh'lua's weyr.

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