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Writers: Chelle, Len
Date Posted: 9th January 2015

Characters: G'wen, P'nal
Description: G'wen wakes up after his Flight with P'nal, but it didn't go as he expected.
Location: Dragonsfall Weyr
Date: month 10, day 15 of Turn 7
Notes: Mentioned: E'naer

Ah, E'naer's body felt so nice and warm. G'wen snuggled closer to him,
enjoying being spooned. He sighed happily, taking in the scent of the man.

Only...

Only it wasn't E'naer...

Snapping into himself, G'wen opened his eyes wide, taking in the unfamiliar
room, the damp cold from outside that was drifting in, and the arm around
him that was most definitely_not_E'naer's. He reached out for Neath's mind,
only to find snoozing, content dragon.

Oh crap, that's right, she had just had a Flight. And by the complexion of
the arm around him, it was a man who G'wen knew didn't really like him.
Great, now what?

True to form, the brownrider didn't wake quickly. P'nal came around slowly,
instinctively pulling for furs since it was colder than snot. A little bit
shorter than E'naer, he was just as wiry. He also usually woke up from a
flight to find himself hungry. His stomach was the first to announce
itself. Fumbling around for a glow, he grabbed G'wen instead.

G'wen froze, not really sure how to respond.

It took him a moment to realize that instead of a glowbasket, he had flesh
in his hand. With the muddle his mind was in, he didn't immediately
recognize the skin was that of a male and not a female. Making a grunting
noise, he rolled over and reached again for a glow. It took some time but
finally he managed and he uncovered the basket, producing light. Taking his
time, he scratched himself under the furs and then turned over, knowing it
was rude to just get out of the cot without saying anything. The look on
his face was almost comical when he saw G'wen there. "Oh. Well. Hello."
**What is there to say?** He wasn't rude or angry though and he took his
time to wipe his face before searching for his boots and clothes.

G'wen nodded his hello, as he warily edged to his side of the bed. It
hadn't been a gentle Flight and his face showed some of his pain now that
it was over. When he saw P'nal looking for his stuff, he said, "Your boots
are over there." He pointed to the table where the man's boots lay beside,
with his clothing in disarray along the floor.

His eyes tracked that way and located the pile. Convenient at least. Of
course he must have been in a hurry at the time. He started that way and
began to get dressed when he noticed how quiet the young man was being. And
then he saw the marks. It wasn't something he could help. "I think there's
a numbweed pot on the table if you need it." Flights were a reality and so
was what happened during and after them. P'nal had woken up with enough men
in his lifetime since Impression that it wasn't completely unexpected. And
he also understood that male greenriders also rode fighting dragons and
served as much purpose in a Weyr as he did. He didn't embrace things like a
bluerider might but he wasn't an ass that treated them like the dirt on his
boots either.

It was somewhat harder when he could see the physical evidence of his
violence. Naturally, he never remembered committing it since he was under
Jodeth's influence at the time but it was quite easy for the big brownrider
to overpower and even hurt smaller riders-both male and female while lost
in the throes of dragonlust. He regretted it but he couldn't do much about
it. Thankfully it didn't happen that often, but every now and again..
Truthfully, he was glad it hadn't happened with Aileyan but apparently
G'wen hadn't escaped unscathed. **Well shardit all. T'bel's going to rail
at me for months. At least it wasn't anywhere near his first experience.**

G'wen glanced over at the jar on the table. Where he was really feeling the
pain wouldn't be eased by numbweed. "I think I need some fellis," he
muttered, looking around for it, but there was none to be found. Carefully,
he masked his pain lest Neath know about it and began looking for his own
clothes.

"Sorry. I...I'll let Teseada know you'll probably need to rest for a bit."
The greenrider's Wingsecond P'nal had known since she was small. The
Weyrwoman, on the other hand, he didn't seek out unless he had to. Some
shuffling and he was almost halfway clothed. In Dragonsfall, that meant
fully clothed minus a second layer.

"Thanks." Thoroughly miserable, G'wen laid back down in a corner of the
bed, hugging himself into a tight ball of pain.

Catching it out of the corner of his eye, P'nal felt like an ass. "If
you're not going anywhere I'll be back in a bit...with some fellis." **And
maybe tell a healer? Yeah that would be good.** And then after pulling his
coat on, he disappeared. It wouldn't take long. The Infirmary wasn't too
far and this sort of thing did happen sometimes so they would be prepared
for it. G'wen wouldn't be able to walk without pain, that was sure. **Can
you tell Eillispeth for me?**

Jodeth was still sleepy but he understood the simple request and the
thought behind it. The brown roused himself slightly. }:Eillispeth, Neath's
rider is hurting. Mine went to tell the healer but maybe yours can help.:{

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