Her Private Santuary

Writers: Miriah
Date Posted: 8th September 2014

Characters: Ninaine
Description: Ninaine is pleased with her new weyr.
Location: Dragonsfall Weyr
Date: month 9, day 1 of Turn 7
Notes: Aluka, N'call, Genna, J'darin, Ma'din (not by name)

Ninaine

Ninaine looked around the tiny little weyr with mixed emotions. The
living area was certainly small, but no smaller than her quarters at
the hold and the couch for Luneth was certainly adequate for the
little green, especially when it was covered with pads and blankets.
It did have a small little stove that she could heat food and water on
as well, plus a fireplace that would help stave off the cold. What the
weyr lacked in size, it made up for in its privacy. It had no access
except by dragonback and it was high up enough on the cliffs of the
weyr that she could easily be overlooked. The little door to the
living area of the weyr was covered by a thick hide and not a door,
but it was weighted enough and large enough to not allow a draft into
the area. Plus, any visitor would have to get through Luneth to come
in. She would finally have an inviolable space of her own.

She set the box with her belongings down and glanced around before
walking to the fireplace to carefully stoke the flames into a merry
crackling. It had taken her a full seven day longer than the rest of
her class to be able to move into the weyr. J'darin had wanted her to
remain in the barracks for as long as possible, but finally Luneth's
growing size made a weyr necessary. Now all she had to do was unpack.
But first…

With relish, she stripped off the hated flying leathers and with a
scowl, placed them into the small wardrobe before quickly pulling on a
warm dress. She hated the tight fitting leather that she now had no
choice but to wear. She hated the way it clung, she hated the way it
squeaked at the creases when she bent. She hated how it outlined every
curve and left nothing to the imagination. Anyone who wanted to know
what she looked like naked didn't have to image much else besides
skin. She felt immodest every time she had to squeeze into them.

And it did feel like squeezing! And it always felt like people were
looking at her butt. She'd even seen one person looking at her rear
end and the look in the man's eyes was so…terrifying. He looked as if
he wanted to eat her alive and she hadn't liked the boldness of his
gaze at all. He began to approach her after class and it seemed like
he was prowling after her like some big feline. She had made her
escape from him as quickly as she had been able and she could have
sworn she heard him laughing at her as she hurried away. Luckily,
she'd not encountered the blonde, intimidating man again. She
shuddered at the memory before pulling on a pair of thick socks.

She looked down at her feet and wiggled her toes. The socks didn't
match her dress. She paused after reaching down to pull them off and
stopped herself. This was her weyr. _Hers_. It didn't matter if her
socks didn't match. She could wear one of each color if she wanted! No
one was going to come in and see her anyway! She could wear her hair
down if she wanted or keep it properly pinned up. It was up to her!
And she didn't have to let anyone in at all, if she didn't want to,
Luneth or no Luneth. It was _her_ private sanctuary. She could
even…even…run around naked! Not that she would do that of course. That
just wouldn't do, but she could if she wanted to.

She looked around at her weyr, a smile growing on her face. She could
avoid N'call and his confusing self now, and even Aluka (who she still
was annoyed at for making her feel like a fool) if she wanted to. And
Genna could not bother her here or try to butt in with her arrogant
attempts at being a goldrider. And maybe…just maybe, she could hide
out here the first time Luneth rose. She could avoid the whole affair.
Luneth could rise and mate and she wouldn't have to bed the winner.
She shuddered at the thought have having to go through that. It's not
like they could force her into the flight rooms, could they? Not if
she absolutely refused to go.

She settled on the small chair that had come with the weyr and
stretched her feet out in front of the fire. This was perfect. A
perfect place.

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