Celebratory Toast

Writers: Mirren, Paula
Date Posted: 16th October 2015

Characters: D'shiel, N'mor
Description: D'shiel and N'mor toast the leaders.
Location: Dolphin Cove Weyr
Date: month 2, day 17 of Turn 8

The night after a goldflight was as good an excuse as any to drink a little too much. D'shiel had only just started, but it felt too good already.

N'mor was feeling celebratory because he did _not_ win the gold flight. Seriously, who wanted 18 turns old to lead the Weyr? Taking part of the Flight was still great experience and the flight moths weren't bad at all.

D'shiel saw him and waved him over. He certainly didn't want an 18 turn old Weyrleader, but he wouldn't mind someone to drink with.

"Hey, D'shiel, what's up?" N'mor greeted with a smile. Lowering his drink to the table first, he took a chair.

"I'm celebrating," D'shiel replied, although his tone was anything but jovial. "Not being Weyrleader."

"Me too. So, N'vanik isn't budging from his position," N'mor replied.

D'shiel shrugged. "Not this time around anyway. He can have it." He raised his glass in a toast and sipped.

"You sound slightly bitter, " N'mor observed. The other bronzerider was much older than he was.

"Not about this," D'shiel assured him. "Never about this,"

"Whatever," N'mor shrugged. "I bet our wingleader is, though," he continued. "Probably chewing his liver right now."

D'shiel chuckled mercilessly. "Probably. I doubt he's the only one drowning his sorrows."

"Not me, it will be ages before I'm even considered qualified," N'mor replied.

"Don't be in a hurry to grow up," D'shiel told him. "It's overrated."

"So they told me. I'm quite satisfied to my current live," N'mor said.

"You'd be a rarity then," D'shiel replied. "Most people are never totally happy."

"Well, I wouldn't mind a pretty girl in my life if you want to get finicky," the younger bronzerider grinned.

"Yeah." D'shiel's expression darkened and he gulped down half a glass of wine before refilling it from the skin on the table.

Well, that didn't go well with the older man, N'mor noted. He wondered if he should just leave him to mope in peace.

"What?" D'shiel asked, his eyes narrowed. "Sorry, do you need a refill?"

"I could use one, please," N'mor replied and offered his glass to be filled.

D'shiel poured wine up to the top and set the skin back down. "I suppose we should toast the leaders or something?"

"Yes, I believe that's a common courtesy," N'mor said drolly. He lifted his glass,"For N'vanik and Cyradis, may they lead us well."

"And a have a good shag," D'shiel added, smirking.

For some reason, that made N'mor burst out to a laughter. Of course the drinks he had taken earlier had an effect too.

D'shiel smiled, although it only consisted of raising the left side of his mouth.

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