Torture (1/2)

Writers: Estelle, Paula
Date Posted: 7th March 2019

Characters: L'keri, Taren
Description: Taren does a medical check-up on a reluctant L'keri
Location: Dragonsfall Weyr
Date: month 10, day 2 of Turn 9
Notes: Mentioned: Tavia, G'nir
part 1

L'keri

L'keri left his dragon sleeping in their weyr and set off with a vague
idea of going to the dining cavern to get a snack and a drink and
seeing if any of his wingmates were around. Half way there, though, he
had a better idea.

He stepped into one of the public bathing rooms and grinned at his
reflection the mirror that stood in one corner, smoothing down his hair
with one hand. He had decided to go to the infirmary and see if Tavia
was there. If not, he thought cheerfully to himself, there was bound to
be some other journeywoman on duty who'd fall for the irresistible
charm of a brownrider like himself.

When he arrived, the infirmary was quiet, which was promising; if it
had been too busy they wouldn't have time for him. L'keri leaned
casually against the door frame and looked around for likely
prospects.

Taren was talking with one of the apprentices, giving him
instructions. It was a quiet day today, so he had even gotten his
hidework up to date. Now he was in danger of getting bored. He spotted
the dragonrider arriving and sent the apprentice do his tasks.

"Can I help you, sir?" he asked, hoping he was patient.

"Oh, ah...I was just looking for someone." His grin faltered a bit.
Flirting with journeywomen was much more tricky when their Master was present.

"Who?" Taren asked. "I've given most of the staff time off since it's
so quiet today."

That would probably change in a moment or as soon as someone broughtn
ia cold and spread it to the Weyr's population.

L'keri hesitated. He didn't know how strict the Weyrhealer was, and he
didn't want to get Tavia into trouble for entertaining brownriders in
the infirmary! "Well, I came in the other day for some herbs for a
headache, and a journeywoman very kindly got them for me." He gave the
man his best virtuous smile. "Her name was Tavia. If you could tell her
that L'keri, Rhalith's rider, said thank you?"

"I will, and I think she has dragonrider duties today," Taren said
and then narrowed his eyes. That name rang a bell. He send his flit,
Aes, a mental command, picturing a list on his desk and Aes picking it
up and delivering it to him.

The bronze had been dozing in his office, but he was always happy to
do these kind of errands. Soon enough he popped out of /between/ and
dropped the hide in front of Taren, landing on his shoulder with smug
preen.

"Yes, you're very smart boy," Taren murmured at him and picked up the
list. Name of riders that had not done their health check ups.

"Thank you, Weyrhealer. Well, I'll be going, then," L'keri said,
intending to go back to his previous plan for the afternoon; snacks
and
a few pints in the dining cavern with his fellow wingriders.

"No, you're not," Taren replied sternly. "Your name is on the list of
riders who are past their medical check up." He waived the list.

"Since you're here now, strip and put on the infirmary robe. No time
like now to get it done," he offered a sweet smile that did not hide
the malicious gleam in his eyes.

The brownrider froze. Guiltily, he recalled that he had received a note
asking him to report to the infirmary for a check up, but he had thrown
it away. As far as he was concerned, he was in fine health and didn't
need a bunch of healers poking and prodding him. Except for
Journeywoman Tavia, he thought, hiding a grin. She could poke and prod
him any day she liked...

He realised that Taren was still waiting for a response, and fumbled for
an excuse. "Um, of course I'd be happy to stay, but I've got a - ah, a
wing meeting. Yes. In fact, I'm already late."

"In medical matters, Weyrhealer's word overweights mere Wingleaders,"
Taren said. The wicked gleam had not left his eyes. "I can send
message to your Wingleader. Now, get to that cubicle and change to
infirmary robe." There was no way he would let the brownrider slip out
of it now.

L'keri saw the look in the Weyrhealer's eyes and realised that he was
not going to get out of this without making a run for it. That would
bring him to the attention of the Wing leadership, and not in a pleasant
way. Resigning himself to the inevitable, he picked up the robe, and
headed for the cubicle.

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