Most Disoncerting

Writers: Anika, Miriah
Date Posted: 6th November 2014

Characters: Kumore, R'taran
Description: Kumore comes to R'taran's Weyr to install wiring unsettling the brownrider tremendously.
Location: Dolphin Cove Weyr
Date: month 10, day 3 of Turn 7
Notes: Mentor Approved

Looking around his weyr, R'taran determined that everything was as it
should be. The brownrider was fastidious to a fault and liked
everything tidy and in its place. He had been informed that he was
next on the list to have his weyr wired so he had given his quarters a
once over just to be sure that the journeyman would have a clear work
space. Honestly, he wasn't particularly happy about having the wiring
installed or his living quarters disturbed. He didn't like change.

Upon hearing the knock at the door he uttered a sharp, "Come in."

With her tools slung over her shoulder, Kumore opened the door and
strode in, step brisk. She nodded at R'taran and plopped the tools
down as she looked around. "Not too bad." Her soft husky voice was
distracted as she checked the walls. "Senior Journeyman Kumore at your
service. I can probably start along that wall along the corner. Might
have to chip at it a bit too."

"R'taran, rider to brown Quarterioth," he replied civilly, though with
little warmth. Something about Kuthmore's throaty voice made him a
touch uncomfortable. The man seemed a bit feminine and though he'd
come to accept the necessity of varied sexual preferences for
dragonriders, he wasn't overly comfortable with it in crafters.
Still, the Journeyman was here to do a job and the dragonrider offered
the customary courtesy due a professional. "How long do you think the
job will take? And how much of a mess will this chipping make?"

"Could be a sevenday at most." Kumore stood, eyeing the wall with a
trained eye. I'll chip into the walls a bit, but the wires will be
covered up with plaster so they're not exposed. You'll have to be
patient while the plaster dries." She tapped on her chin, delicate
fingertips drumming lightly before her slender hands settled on her
hips. "I'll clean up the dust and chips, so you don't have to worry
yourself as far as that's concerned, but I'll be in and out for most
of the sevenday while this gets done."

Noting the slender rather elegant fingers, R'taran felt his stomach
clench and when the technician settled hands on hips he was fairly
certain that this was indeed a woman. He almost missed her words, so
focused was he on this new revelation. "A sevenday you say?" he
queried, aghast. Recovering somewhat his voice regained a bit of its
ordinary coolness, "And there's no way to expedite this process?"

The huskiness deepened in her voice as Kumore sighed and shook her
head. "It does take time to make sure that the wiring is correct and
chipping into the wall isn't easy, Brownrider. " A sudden glint came
to her eyes as she crossed her arms in a more masculine gesture.
"Rushing will only increase the likelihood of faulty installation."

R'taran swallowed hard. This person made him _very_ uncomfortable.
He liked things black and white, clearly defined and Kumore did not
fall into that category. "No, that wouldn't do," he said clearing his
throat. "I've always believed in doing a job right the first time.
I'm sure you know what's best in this situation," despite his
statement, the look on his face and tone of his voice made it evident
that he was not actually completely confident.

It was so hard not to laugh at the expression on the man's face, but
Kumore kept a straight face with a good deal of effort. "I do." She
flipped a hand, purposefully feminine, before hefting her bag of tools
over her shoulder and strode towards the wall. Plopping it down, she
hauled out a heavy mallet and chisel, but couldn't help but keep an
eye on the man out of the corner of her own. This was _way_ too easy.
She lifted the chisel to the corner and struck with a heavy blow.

As uncomfortable as the technician made him, he was somehow perversely
drawn toward watching her as she started working. At least he really
believed it was a woman, but he was not completely sure. Standing
here like an oaf and watching her work would never do! Giving himself
a shake, he strode across the room and collected some hides he'd been
studying and sat down to read them, trying to pretend Kumore wasn't
there. Of course that was impossible with her tapping, and he found
himself casting glances her way now and again.

She couldn't help but notice the looks cast her way even as she
chipped a narrow groove into the wall of his weyr. Unable to help
herself, she spoke. "Are you looking at my bottom, sir?"

"Wha-NO! No of course not!" He threw down the hide he'd been attempting
to read. Of course as soon as she _said_ it his eyes did drift in
that direction, but he quickly brought them resolutely back up to her
head. "I'm curious about your work that's all," he stated trying to regain
his usual calm and detached demeanor.

Both brows arched, not missing the glance back at her nether regions.
"My work isn't centered around my ass, rider." She huffed and turned
back to her work. "And I thought I knew what to expect from
brownriders and their tastes. Seems like I'm always surprised, but
this is the weyr afterall. " She hid a smile as she tapped at the
rock, chiseling out another section. "Go ahead, get a good look. I'm
sure you've seen asses just like it."

R'taran's gray eyes went wide and the color drained from his face.
Was she - wait maybe it _was_ a very effeminate man after all. What
exactly had Kumore been implying? Oh, shells!

"I'm going to go see to my dragon," he stated sharply. He'd stay away
until the Journeyman was gone and avoid further interaction like the
plague itself, though that might be rather difficult given the projected
longevity of the task.

There was a loud huff, then a giggle. "Oh, you are just too precious."
She looked over her shoulder and waved a hand at him. "You're
blushing, by the way. It's a good color on you. See to your dragon,
then. I'll get back to work and you can keep thinking of my butt."

R'taran opened his mouth to utter a rebuttal but snapped it shut
quickly, pursing his lips together in frustration. He didn't think
he'd ever met such a disconcerting individual. "Good day,
Journeyman," he ground out in reply, making it sound more like curse
than a fair well. He headed out to Qharterioth's weyr, hoping a
flight with his lifemate would settle his rattled nerves.

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