Side B

Writers: Avery
Date Posted: 5th September 2019

Characters: Erivana
Description: Erivana overhears K'yne and Saibra
Location: Dolphin Cove Weyr
Date: month 12, day 22 of Turn 9
Notes: Mentioned: K'yne, Saibra Notes; Follows "Side A"

Erivana had been in her room in the weyr she and K'yne shared, taking a nap. She was finding herself more easily fatigued now and whenever she had the chance to work a nap into her schedule, she took it. So she'd been asleep when Saibra came in. What woke her was the sound of raised voices - a female voice and a male one. She slowly sat up in bed, rubbing at sleep-crusted eyes, and tried to focus what was happening. Voices outside, loudly.

K'yne's, she knew. A female voice... She couldn't make out words, she could make out tone, and there was unhappiness and anger. Her curiosity was roused, and she stood up, padding quietly to the door to listen. She could hear tones better now but not words, still. She pushed at the shut door, slightly. It creaked open and she froze, not touching it again - but there was enough of a crack for her to hear more.

K'yne, and Saibra. Arguing about something. She pressed her eye to the door, saw the Weyrwoman pressing her mouth to K'yne's neck, saw K'yne pulling her against him...

It was enough for her to see, and she turned away and went back to her little bed and sat down hard on it. There was a sharp sense of shock and a bit of pain, and Erivana didn't know why. She and K'yne were just...they were together by chance, really, she lived here because she was pregnant with his baby. But they weren't weyrmates or lovers outside of this. The only agreement they had between them was an agreement for her to carry this child to term and him to parent it.

There was no reason for her to feel an unpleasant twisting about it in her gut, like it bothered her that he was, like she had some reason, some _permission_ to be bothered about it. After all, all _they'd_ done was the fateful flight itself, and then they'd had two fur tumbles because she wanted Arinoth to win and not some other dragon, but those weren't signs of anything else between, they were practicality to keep her and Seryth in a stable holding pattern with him and Arinoth while they worked out their arrangement... and it had worked out, because he'd won her flight at the beginning of the month.

Erivana bit her lip hard, grabbed a brush off her nightstand, and began pulling it through her hair.

So he could do whatever he wanted with Saibra. He probably had been finding consolation elsewhere before this... their few bed encounters surely weren't enough for a brownrider like him, attractive and sensual and good in bed. He'd probably had more than his share of partners. It was something she'd not really put thought into or been aware of. Really, she just hadn't had to think about it, because he'd been discreet enough to keep it out of her eyes. None of them had been brought _home_ and pushed in her face that he was finding entertainment elsewhere.

**It's not your home,** she had to remind herself. She was living here for now. Until the child was born. But it was his weyr and not hers. He was allowed to have company over. Female company. Female company to share his bed with. Female company to share his bed with who could give him what he needed. Who wasn't a prudish greenrider who preferred quiet time to the kind of time men and women had with each other. Surely he deserved the chance to have that and have it where he was comfortable and not always go to another woman's quarters.

She hadn't asked him to continue to sleep together, or for exclusivity, and so he had no obligation to her. She knew all of those things to be true, so why did it hurt?

Erivana was distracted out of the spiral of self-pity she was building by the sound of Saibra snapping, 'I hate you' and then the sound of someone stomping out. She pulled the brush a little hard through her hair in her startlement, letting out a small yelp of pain at the way it tugged her scalp.

It didn't sound like it was going as well as it had seemed to be... She considered sitting on her bed and staying here and ignoring what was going on, but also, that traitorous sense of curiosity and that odd twisting of discomfort made her really wonder about what happened. She wasn't sure if she should go out and see, but she wanted to know...

Oh, and there was a bit of a pressure in her bladder. Again. So she could go out there for the necessary and also see what was going on. She stood up, tugged down the simple knee-length shift she was wearing - which was riding up again to be higher than knee-height over the growing swell of her belly - and wandered out into the main room of the weyr, the half-forgotten brush still in one hand.

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