Deep Chairs are a Problem

Writers: Devin, Miriah
Date Posted: 6th February 2020

Characters: N'vanik, Urlene
Description: Urlene talks to N'vanik and finds she needs his help
Location: Dolphin Cove Weyr
Date: month 2, day 20 of Turn 10
Notes: Mentioned: Cyradis, J'ackt, Y'gel,

N'vanik

Urlene

Urlene walked quietly towards the open office door and looked in.
Before she knocked, she studied the Weyrleader as he bent over his
desk. Her brow arched as her eyes slid over his shoulders and the line
of his neck, then stopped herself. Faranth, Y'gel had been right about
the pregnancy hormones! She'd never looked at N'vanik as a bed-able
man before or really any other dragonrider before Y'gel. But she had
to admit that he did have attractive looking hands... **Stop that...**
She scolded herself silently. She really really hoped that these
misbehaving, libido enhancing hormones would settle themselves
quickly; they were more than a little distracting and extremely
annoying.

Forcing herself to look far more distant than she felt, she tapped on
the door frame. "Weyrleader? Do you have a moment?"

N'vanik looked up, blinking. He'd been focused on his work and had to
pull himself out. As he saw Urlene, his expression smoothed into a
polite smile. "Of course, Weyrhealer. Have a seat."

Her smile was just as polite as she stepped forward and carefully took
a seat, arranging her dress around her carefully. "Thank you. I won't
intrude on you for long, Weyrleader. I just wanted to let you know
that J'ackt will be able to return to your wing at the end of this
sevenday. There are of course, some concerns, but I believe that he's
in good enough condition to return to active duty in high altitudes."

His smile widened. "That's good to hear." After the attack, they'd
been worried J'ackt might not be able to ever fly Fall again. "The
question is, will I _allow_ him to after he risked his recovery."

"That, of course, is completely up to you." She gave a slight shrug of
her shoulders. "From what I understand, however, he was trying to get
back to the wings quicker. And he's young enough, I think, to be
stupid about it. My main concern is that he will get more sore from
the cold of /between/ and his arm strength, while adequate, isn't as
much as it was. It never will be what it was. But it's enough that he
can effectively fight Thread."

N'vanik nodded. Many riders were still able to fly Fall with permanent
injuries, although most were a result of fighting Thread. "Thank you
for all your help with his recovery."

"It's my duty. " Urlene inclined her head with a brief smile. "He's
all yours." She began to rise from the chair only to realize that the
chair's seat wasn't as shallow as she'd thought and she could no
longer gracefully rise as was her custom. Frowning, she gripped the
arms. Faranth, she wasn't _that_ far along to start floundering like a
flopping fish, was she? She glanced down at her belly, still hidden
under her gown, then flicked a glance at N'vanik. Clearing her
throat, she awkwardly pushed herself upwards.

"Do you need some help?" N'vanik wondered if she'd injured herself, or
maybe it was soreness from working a long shift in the infirmary.

She flushed and glanced at him. Her mouth twitched in annoyance at
herself and she sighed. "If you don't mind please, Weyrleader."

N'vanik went around his desk and offered his hands. "Rough day?"

Urlene took a breath and gripped his hands, using his strength to pull
herself up to a stand. It wasn't easy and she felt awkward as she
briefly felt faint from the quick movement, but she shook it off.
"Thank you." She cleared her throat and then looked down; at the rate
she was growing, her condition would be widely known soon enough. "Not
exactly. I suppose you ought to know since I may have to take some
time away from the infirmary soon." She placed her hand on her belly,
tightening the cloth around her abdomen enough to show the roundness
of it.

"Oh, you're pregnant?" He certainly hadn't been expecting that.
"Congratulations, Urlene." This was a weyr and she was a very
practical woman, and a healer besides. If she didn't want a baby, she
could easily have taken care of the matter. So he felt safe to assume
the child was wanted.

"Yes. Thank you." She smoothed her hands down her skirts Idly, she
wondered if he too had thought that she only preferred women. "And
thank you for your help. I'll remember that I shouldn't sit in deep
chairs from now on." Urlene offered a slight smile.

"Maybe I should get a cushion for your next visit. Or I could meet you
in your office instead."

Giving a brief snort of a laugh, Urlene shook her head. "No, another
cushion would only make it more difficult and I would have to call on
you for help again. Surely you don't want to have to haul a pregnant
woman up out of your office repeatedly." She gave a marginal sigh.
"Perhaps my office is best for now, if I need to see you."

N'vanik nodded. "That sounds good. Have you informed Cyradis yet?"

"Yes, of course. I had to report it to her initially. I shouldn't be
off duty too long though. Just long enough to recover completely. "

"Take the time you need. We appreciate everything you do for the Weyr,
but it's also important for you to take a little time for yourself and
your new family." N'vanik was curious who the father might be. He'd
heard rumors, of course, but if Urlene wasn't volunteering the
information, he wasn't going to pry. Only Cyradis would need to know
for the records.

"Thank you." She inclined her head. "I'm sure I'll need it." She
offered her hand. "And thank you for your time, Weyrleader."

Last updated on the February 15th 2020

Welcome to Triad Weyrs!

Deep Chairs are a Problem