It's My Life

Writers: Heather
Date Posted: 26th July 2014

Characters: P'nal, Saibra
Description: Saibra and P'nal get to know each other a little more.
Location: Dragonsfall Weyr
Date: month 8, day 5 of Turn 7
Notes: Mentioned: G'nir, Kapera, Jenackt, Taren

Saibra

"P'nal," Saibra knew the man's name through the brief introduction
they had been given at the post-Threadfall meeting with G'nir. She sat
down beside the brownrider at the Head Table for the evening meal.

"Weyrwoman," he inclined his head with respect. The brownrider didn't
know this women yet, nor did he know of her. So P'nal would proceed cautiously.
Then again, the only real reason he would be around her was due to his position
and he knew that too. "I trust you haven't froze yet."

"No, but I think I have been close a few times." Saibra commented good
naturedly. She was currently in a thick, long sleeve sweater with the
sleeves rolled back to her elbows. Her glossy black hair was in a
loose braid and draped over her shoulder. From the flight leathers on
her legs and her riding boots, it was clear she had just been out with
the Queen's Wing. "Are you from Dragonsfall, P'nal?" She asked
conversationally as a drudge brought fresh klah and a plate for the
Weyrwoman.

"I was hallbred actually, but I've been here for about 21 turns so for me it's
home." He paid some attention to his soup and rolls. Riders needed bread
and meat for energy to do what they did. There was some green in the soup,
though.

Saibra had no comment for that but turned her attention to her food,
her stomach clenching in hunger as the smells wafted up to greet her.
She contemplated the fact that both the Weyrleader and Weyrsecond were
_not_ weyrbred. She found that interesting in the way that G'nir
expected her to behave and act in public. It made her wonder if P'nal
was also a social prude. Everyone at Dolphin Cove had been so
free-flowing and ready to have fun, and yet the people she had met at
Dragonsfall so far were more reserved and harder to read. **This place
needs to learn to have some fun.** She thought as she forked some
tender roasted wherry into her mouth.

"You definitely won't starve though. Our food is made to warm and put meat
on the bones. Keeps us going." He smiled to himself and finished off his roll.
At least Saibra seemed to have a healthy appetite. They needed a healthy
Weyrwoman. Kapera had gotten sick, after all.

Saibra thought the food heavy after the salads and fruits she had been
accustomed to at Dolphin Cove, but she had never been a picky eater.
She enjoyed the thick stews, brown bread, and meat pies that the
kitchens at Dragonsfall turned out. "I will have to watch what I eat
then if that is the case. I would rather not put any more meat on
these bones." She said in jest as she took a sip of her klah.

"Keeps you warm when you fly. Besides, I'm sure your queen can carry more
than my brown." He smiled, clearly teasing. "You'll burn it off with
your duties. We always do."

"I guess that means I will have to stop bribing candidates to wash
Chioneth," she responded, teasing as well.

"Ah hmm..let's see...the new Weyrwoman is fond of nakedness and bribery.
You're sure you weren't holdless? Perhaps I should take stock of my beltpouch."
His smooth voice was usually enough to put anyone at ease or even to
keep them from paying him attention. It worked to P'nal's advantage
however since he flew under the radar. And when he did feel up to
speaking out about something, it caught people by surprise. The
brownrider wasn't flashy like the bronzeriders-he was steady.

The word 'holdless' made her think back to Jenackt and the wounded
look on his face when he found out that she had known about his baby.
Saibra didn't like to think of that now that she was at Dragonsfall
trying to start a new life. "Oh no, that's a weyrbred trait through
and through," she lifted her hands, "these fingers have lifted more
than one hot bubbly off the pan while the kitchen ladies weren't
looking."

"Hmmm and a master of thievery as well. A triple threat. Tell me lady,
what else are you good at that would benefit we humble Dragonsfall
folk?" A grin erupted and it was startling to see those very white
teeth against such a dark face. He took a drink of his klah after the
question, shifting in his seat to accommodate his boots.

The Weyrwoman tapped a finger to her lips, "Hm, I play a mean hand of
dragonpoker?"

"Now that..you will have to prove. See Dragonsfall is known for its poker.
Perhaps it's because we know how to keep a straight face." His dark eyes
showed a hint of warmth despite the quiet, strong exterior. P'nal was a simple
man with simple pleasures.

"Don't I know it? Everyone here has a poker face. I think you folk
need to get out into the sun a little more." Saibra teased.

"We would if there was any," he quipped right back. Once the winter turned into
spring, there was a bit more light but the sun went down quicker
behind the mountains. "That's why we stay inside-that's where the
warmth is. It's better to be warm and cozy than outside in the sun
freezing your balls off." He shrugged, seeming all too familiar with
how that felt.

Saibra rolled her eyes, "There are warm beaches a dragon's ride
away...." And then with a grin she added, "Faranth forbid we lose any
balls around here."

"Maybe there are but when you go from one temperature to another like that,
you're more apt to get yourself sick especially if you do it often enough. I've
gotten the full lecture from the Weyrhealer already." P'nal was not about to
come down with something from his own stupidity.

"....You do realize that dragonriders in hot climates have go /between/ all the
time right?" And between was far colder than any climate, "I don't see them
turning up sick. Besides, warm ocean air is good for the lungs."

"Apparently the cold of /between/ is different than real cold. And yes warm air
may be good for the lungs but he says the problem is when you're coming from
such a cold climate right to a warm one with no in between. I don't know-I'd say
ask the Weyrhealer if you have issue with it." P'nal himself was more
inclined to
listen to the Master Healer than a goldrider on matters of health.

"Yes, well, I prefer to do my living while I am alive. I should hate
to come down to the end of my days and realize that I had no fun
memories to reflect on. I should be going." The Weyrwoman stood and
flashed him a smile, "Enjoy your intact balls and healthy lungs, P'nal."

Just because he wasn't flashy or seeking out every chance to go to a party
didn't mean that P'nal wasn't happy with his life. The brownrider was fine with
his lot. Not everyone got to be Weyrwomen, Weyrleaders, or
bronzeriders. People like him made up the wings, the weyrfolk. They
kept the place going. His eyes watched her go. **Maybe it would do her
good to remember that she wouldn't be able to fight Thread alone.**
"May you have a long life, Weyrwoman because I hope to," he said
quietly.

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