Why Don't you and I Get Together?

Writers: Avery, Heather
Date Posted: 25th June 2019

Characters: K'yne, Erivana
Description: K'yne has a spare room if Erivana is interested.
Location: Dragonsfall Weyr
Date: month 10, day 20 of Turn 9
Notes: Mentioned: R'enh, Saibra, Ocktima
kudos if you know the song alluded to in the title :D

K'yne

K'yne stood in the center of his weyr, hands on his hips, staring about
him at the space. After accepting the position as R'enh's Wingsecond,
the Headwoman had upgraded his quarters to be closer to the wing
offices, and with the upgrade he had acquired some additional space. Now
his quarters consisted of a main chamber that was small but fit enough
for entertaining. Connected to the main chamber were two others, one
that served as his bedroom, and the other that served to hold the tools
and materials that he used on the side as a part of his tannercraft.

If he moved the tanner supplies elsewhere or got rid of them altogether,
because Faranth knew he had little time to practice his craft at the
moment, then he would have space for another person to share his
quarters. He inhaled and exhaled slowly.

}:Are you alright in there?:{ Arinoth asked as he felt his rider's flux
of emotions.

**Yes, I'm just trying to determine if I'm losing my mind or not.**
K'yne emitted a sarcastic bark of a laugh.

}:Well there is no doubt on that matter,:{ Arinoth dryly teased.

K'yne smiled and shook his head, a smile rarely seen by others. **I am
trying to determine if I should ask Seryth's rider to move in here while
she's pregnant.**

Arinoth mulled over that informaton. }:It is common practice for a sire
to guard his clutch and mate, is it not?:{

**Well, it is for dragons.** K'yne walked out to the brown's weyrcouch
and rubbed his foreflank.

}:I like Seryth, I would not mind sharing my weyrledge and couch with
her.:{ The brown admitted.

**Of course you wouldn't,** K'yne replied, still feeling a little
flutter in the pit of his stomach.

}:You're afraid?:{ It wasn't a question that his rider had fear, Arinoth
could feel that, but he didn't understand why.

**What if she says no?** Rejection had become an all too familiar thing
for K'yne to deal with- first with Saibra, and then later with Ocktima
choosing to stay with Jenasome rather than come home with him to the Weyr.

}There are other dragons in the skies if she says no.:{ Arinoth reasoned.

"Easy for you to say," K'yne muttered, thumping Arinoth affectionately
before swallowing his fear and climbing up to his lifemate's neckridge.
"Let's head over to Seryth's and see what the ladies think."

Wonder of wonders, Erivana's stomach had been feeling pretty good today.
Of course, that might have been her diet. She was poking at a plate of
hard crusty bread and a bowl of broth and some mushed grains from the
hearty stew the Dining Caverns had served yesterday. She also had one of
the cheaper printed romance stories in hand and was reading it, finding
it far more interesting than the food.

}:Arinoth comes,:{ Seryth informed Erivana.

"Oh," exlaimed the greenrider, setting the book down. "When?"

}:He lands now,:{ the green said. She turned her head to nuzzle at the
brown and make some room for K'yne to slide off.

**Shaffit,** she thought, shoving the book under her pillow so nobody
could see what she was reading, and sitting up. She didn't feel fit for
company! Her hair was in a loose runners-tail, not braided up nice and
not brushed out at all, and she was wearing an old, somewhat ratty and
threadbare oversized tunic she used to use as a sleep tunic when she'd
lived at River Bluff. But if K'yne was here now there was no real
straightening up she could do.

"Uh, come in," she squeaked out.

The tall brownrider entered her weyr, blue eyes scanning up over her
appearance before the corner of his mouth dipped a bit into a small
grin. "How are you feeling today?"

"Uh...sit down," she offered. It was still the same small weyr. She
curled her feet up to her chest so she could make room for him to sit on
the bed, unless he wanted to try the small chair.

"My restday plan was picking at food and not leaving my weyr," she admitted.

He didn't sit but remained standing in her doorway, leaning casually
against it so as not to crowd her. "I actually came by to ask you
something..."

She blinked a few times, trying to parse out what he might need. Was it
about the next Healer's appointment? "The next one with Master Jadirah
isn't till next month, if you were wondering..."

"No," he chuckled, rubbing his thumb along his belt buckle nervously.
"It's not that, I, uhm," he ducked his head a little and smoothed his
hand over his hair. "I've been thinking," he looked around her weyr,
"about how much space you have here, and about the help you might need
as the pregnancy progresses. I have an extra room in my weyr, and I was
thinking, if you wanted, maybe you could move in?"

She opened her mouth. Closed it. Opened it again. Closed it. Looked
around her weyr, seeing it both as she knew it - a small familiar space
that felt llike a secure and cozy book - and as he probably would see it
- a tiny space not much bigger than some storage closet and crowded up -
it _was_ one of the smallest weyrs available to dragonriders, fit only
for a small green and rider.

"Don't think I have enough here?"

"Well, it's pretty small," he admitted. "I'm just thinking it might be
easier for me to be accessible and helpful if we were closer, and then
especially right after the baby is born."

She licked her lips. It was a practical, sensible offer. So why did she
feel a little pressured by it? This was a small weyr. His was bigger. He
had space. And he was offering to help her with this pregnancy, very
closely. It was a great offer, wasn't it? Far more generous than she
could have expected. So why was she hesitant about it?

Maybe because this was her space, that she'd just settled into, just
made her own, just moved things into, really, and now it was going to be
moving, again. She'd moved out of River Bluff after the disaster in to
share with her mother, then into the weyrling barracks, and now here. It
was just a lot of change in a short time, and...

}:But mates should guard hatchlings,:{ Seryth said to her. }:We will do
it,:{ she told Arinoth.

"Well it seems Seryth is on board," K'yne's lips twitched. "Does that
mean you are as well?"

"It would be more space," she said. "If we're not putting you out..."

"Of course you wouldn't be. I would be glad of your company. It would
give us a chance to get to know one another better as well."

"You're right, it would be good for us both." A pause. "Do you speak to
the Headwoman, do we both - how does this work?"

"Either way," K'yne replied. "If you want me to do it, I can, or if you
would rather, that's fine with me." The brownrider was relieved, and a
bit surprised, that Erivana had agreed.

She was surprised too, but Seryth's obvious certainty was bolstering
her. She looked again around her little space. "I just hope I won't put
out your duties or anything."

The brownrider waved his hand. "You won't, don't think anything of it.
Would you be ready to move by next Restday?"

She looked at her stuff. "Certainly. Uhh. It's not like I have much."
And she flushed crimson. Shards. She looked like a pathetic child, huh.

"Good, then it's settled." K'yne stood. "I'll let you get back to your
reading... Unless you'd like to go grab something to eat?"

"Something fresher than this? I don't remember what candlemark I got
this at," she admitted.

He chuckled as he looked down at it. "Yeah, it looks... questionable."

"The bread did really dry out," she says.

"Come on," he offered her his hand.

She took it, rose to her feet, and let him lead her down to the cavern.

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