Role Reversal

Writers: Estelle, Miriah
Date Posted: 18th December 2020

Characters: R'fal, Terren, Daturna
Description: Terren's activities with Daturna cause unexpected consequences with his son
Location: Dolphin Cove Weyr
Date: month 8, day 12 of Turn 10
Notes: Mentioned: Aviday

Terren slouched in his chair, turning over all the minor irritations
of the day in his mind. Coming to the Weyr had seemed like a fine
thing to begin with, but it wasn't the free and easy life that it seemed
from all the stories. For one thing, although the work wasn't as hard as
it had been on the farm, you couldn't get away with a little rest from
your labors here and there. Today the chief herdsman had made a very
pointed remark and kept him until long after the others had finished. It
wasn't so easy to pick up all the little bits of information that
interested his friends at the tavern, when you were stuck sweeping out
barns and lugging feed sacks all day long.

And then there were the women. True, you could see some delightfully
tempting sights if you went down to the beaches or visited the larger
bathing pools, but you couldn't do anything about it. The place was
stuffed with swaggering, muscle-bound dragonriders who drew the female
gaze wherever they went. Even his son seemed to be doing better lately.
Half the time when Terren returned to their weyr, he found the door
wouldn't budge and the sound of soft sighs and gasps from within.

R'fal wasn't around this evening, at least. He'd said he was on a night
flying drill and wouldn't be back till late. Terren looked thoughtful
for a moment, and then the discontented frown vanished from his face,
replaced by a roguish grin that was as confident as any rider's as he
eyed the shapely figures of a group of drudges who'd just entered the
dining cavern. If he knew anything about women, it was that you got
nowhere by moping and sulking. Catching a glance from one particularly
curvaceous woman, he raised his glass and winked.

The flight hadn't gone well at all. By the time she'd gotten there,
all of the riders had been snatched up by the younger, earlier flight
moths. Her own little gaggle of friends had to do without. While some
had their own men to go home to, Daturna did not. She sighed as she
waved at one woman, then turned, ready to go back to her own duties.
It was then that she'd noticed that she'd caught someone else's eye.
Her brows rose as her gaze quickly flicked over his shoulders then
felt a flicker of disappointment; he wasn't a bronzerider or even a
brownrider. Honestly, he wasn't that handsome either; he lacked the
broad shoulders and powerful musculature that she preferred. But he was
apparently interested and she was bored, so why not?

Adjusting her tunic top to display her charms, Daturna sauntered over
to Terren and offered a smile. "Well, hello there. Care to share that
drink with me?"

"I'd be delighted." His eyes flickered to the curve of her neckline for
the briefest moment before he met her gaze with mischievous charm.
Gesturing to the seat next to him, he reached for the wineskin and
poured out a glass. "We've not met, have we? I feel absolutely sure I
would have remembered you if I had. I'm Terren."

Daturna slid into the seat beside Terren, her thigh purposefully
pressing against his own. She liked the glint in his eye, it boded
well for her afternoon. "No, I don't think we have. I'm Daturna."
Taking the proffered glass of wine, she sipped lightly. "Yes, you
would have remembered _me_." A bold gaze swept over him. Not too bad
at all, she decided, at least for a time. She glanced again at his
knots. "Beastcraft, hm? So, are you beastly, Terren?"

"In certain situations." His grin widened. "You could say I'm known
for my animal instincts." She was certainly exciting them, Terren
thought, feeling the warmth of her against his thigh with a ripple of
anticipation. "And what do you do here at the Weyr, Daturna?"

"Hmmm, how interesting. " She inhaled slowly, purposefully and leaned
over towards him, allowing him a good view down her top. "I work in the
kitchens, but on occasion I do like to enjoy myself. " Daturna took
another drink of wine, licking a drip off of her lower lip. "Work can
be so dull, don't you think?"

"I have to agree with you there." He deliberately eyed the tempting
swell of fleshly delights she'd displayed for him, then raised his eyes
to meet hers. "Play is so much more fun, isn't it? And luckily, I'm done
with work for the day."

**Well well, he might not be a rider, but he could be could keep me
amused for a few candlemarks at least!** Under the table, Daturna slid
her hand slowly up his thigh. "I like to play." Her saucy smile
broadened as she reached what she sought. "I don't have any work left
either. " She probably did, but if she didn't read the chore roster,
then she could hardly be blamed, now could she?

Terren drew in a breath, feeling her hand on him. **Shards, I love the
Weyr.** He deliberately drained the last drops from his glass. "Isn't
that good fortune? That we're both free. And... I may be only a herder,
but I have a dragonrider's weyr at my disposal. My son's. He'll be out
on some night drill until the early hours."

"Then bring the bottle, herder and show me this weyr that you have."
She took a moment to stroke him, then pulled away, smiling as she
rose. If he was acquainted with a rider, then perhaps she could get to
know this son of his as well. Not at the same time of course, but she
never turned down a rider. "I'm free for the rest of the evening, so
perhaps an extra bottle wouldn't be amiss." Her eyes gleamed. "I'm
sure we'll both get very thirsty."

"That's a good idea. It can be hot work, playing." Terren got to his
feet, and snagged the bottle, wishing for a moment that R'fal's weyr
wasn't quite so high up in the cliffs. Then again, the thought of
watching that nice, rounded bottom swaying before his eyes as they
ascended the stairs... Shells, he'd have to control himself or they
wouldn't make it. "It's this way."

He collected a second bottle on the way out, and guided her to the foot
of the staircase, then stepped back with an innocent smile and a bow.
"Ladies first."

She swept by him, a knowing little smile on her mouth as she began to
climb the stairs. She didn't have to look over her shoulder to know
exactly where his eyes were. She put some extra swing to her steps,
rolling her hips from side to side to draw not only his eyes but
anyone who might be looking. She knew full well the impact her assets
could have on the male mind.

Terren followed her up eagerly, and for once the climb to his son's weyr
didn't seem so very long. They reached the top of the stairs and he
slipped his arm around her waist, the bottles clutched in his free hand,
to guide her to the weyr. "This one..." He pushed open the door with his
shoulder, set the bottles down on a side table and drew her to him,
running his fingers down her back to gently squeeze the tempting curves
that had led him on. "Mmm. So what do you think of my boy's weyr as a
place to play?"

Daturna had seen plenty of weyrs in her time, so this man's son's weyr
seemed nothing new or even special to her. A weyr was a weyr. But
still, she offered a sultry smile and slid her hands up his chest
slowly while her body arched against him with blatant suggestion.
"It's lovely," she purred. "How about we start with a fun little game.
Ever licked wine off of a woman's body?" She stepped away and with a
saucy smile, began to untie her bodice while stepping backwards
towards the bed.

"Not such fine wine," Terren said, reaching down to snag the half-empty
bottle. He followed her, with gleaming eyes fixed on the ties as they
parted to reveal an enticing expanse of bosom as he unfastened his own
clothing. His tongue ran deliberately over his lips as he advanced. "Nor
such a delightful body..."

Marlath winged down to his ledge and landed lightly, his claws gripping
the well-worn stone. He crouched as his rider descended and began to
unbuckle the riding straps by the remaining light of the setting sun.
}:That was not as long as we thought.:{

**No. I wish all drills went like that.** The night drill had been
rescheduled for later in the month and replaced with an evening
practice; something to do with getting accustomed to different lighting
conditions. Now R'fal had the rest of the evening free. **Would you like
to be bathed?**

}:No, I am comfortable. I think I will watch the sunset out here, with
our wingmates.:{ Marlath looked across the weyrbowl to the openings of a
smaller weyr, where a young green had just landed daintily with her rider.

**All right.** The young brownrider smiled and crouched to pick up an
armful of riding straps, then carried them into the weyr to the hooks
where they usually hung. Funny, he thought, he must have left the
glowbaskets open. He didn't usually do that, with sunlight filling the
weyr during the day. Then he paused, his hands raised to hang the
straps, as he heard a very strange sound coming from the interior of the
weyr. It was half a gasp and half a wordless cry, almost as if someone
was in pain - or ecstasy. Then it came again, and below it was a lower
voice, and a rhythmic creaking.

Before he'd quite had time to figure out what the source of the sounds
might be, R'fal turned and followed it into the weyr - and stopped,
staring in complete confusion and shock at the sight of his bed, the
rumpled sheets and the two naked bodies entwined there, flushed and
glistening with sweat. "_Da_?"

Daturna raised her head, her arms still urgently clasping Terren in a
feverish embrace. There was no embarrassment at the sudden appearance
of the young man; her laugh was sultry and low. "Want to join?"

For a long moment, R'fal gaped at them, then suddenly realized he was
staring round-eyed at the woman's generous and very naked bosom. His
cheeks flaming red, he hastily turned his back. "No! No. Absolutely
not. Da, what are you - who is..."

Terren was not as unfazed as Daturna by his son's sudden appearance,
which had considerably dampened his ardor. Muttering a curse, he
hastily pushed himself up to a sitting position, fruitlessly pulling
at sheets before finally grabbing a pillow to cover himself.
"Ah...hello, son. Didn't you have a night drill?"

"It was cancelled!" Outside the weyr, there was a snort from Marlath
as he responded to his rider's consternation. "Uh...ma'am...I'm sorry,
but this is my weyr. My father's just staying here. I didn't expect
him to have a - a friend..."

Daturna was far less inhibited than either man, not bothering or even
thinking about covering herself. Instead, she gave a little pout as
Terren pulled away, then lifted herself up on her elbows. "You didn't
have to stop, Terren." Reaching a hand out to stroke a finger down his
back to entice him back, she turned to look at R'fal. "You didn't tell
me your son was so adorable."

Then she paused and tilted her head, her brow furrowing. "You look
familiar..." Her eyes widened as a delighted smile grew on her face.
"Oh! You're my little Aviday's man friend that she's been spending so
much time with. Well." She tipped her head back and tittered a laugh.
"I do hope you're as talented as your father seems to be."

In his astonishment, R'fal turned back to the bed, remembering too late
her unclad state and catching another glimpse of rounded, naked flesh.
Wincing, he screwed his eyes shut. "Sorry! Oh, shells. You're Aviday's
_mother_?"

"Hmmm...yes. No wonder she's been walking around with a smile on her
face." She chuckled then turned back to Terren, never ceasing in her
stroking of his back. "Now, if you'll excuse us, we were right in the
middle of your father making me smile."

R'fal was so flustered that he almost turned and hurried right out of
the weyr. He might have done, if his father hadn't spoken. Terren, his
lust awakened once more by Daturna's clever fingers, had resumed his
former position and glanced over his shoulder. "You have been spending a
lot of time in our weyr with your little greenrider, son. It's only fair
I get my turn."

"Our weyr?" R'fal stopped, turned on his heel and strode back across the
room to stand over them, the sheer inappropriate nature of the situation
forgotten. All at once, he was burning with fury. "_Our_ weyr? This is
MY weyr! Mine and Marlath's! We earned it! You can _not_ bring women
here like it was...some back room in a tavern! What about Ma? What would
she say if she saw this?" He reached down and lifted his father bodily
half-out of the bed. "How could you? How could you disrespect her like
this? How could you do this to all of us?"

"Son, I - I didn't mean it like that," Terren stammered, trying to grab
for the pillow again. "Your mother and I, we've been having
difficulties, but I'm still a man. I have needs. You're a dragonrider,
you must know. You can't expect me to live in the Weyr like some
dried-up maiden aunt."

"But you love her. Don't you?"

Terren hesitated, just for an instant, but it was enough. "Of course I
do..."

R'fal flinched. He released his father and took a pace back, drawing in
a breath as if he'd taken a punch to the gut. Then his jaw tightened.
"You have to get out. Right now. Go to the Headwoman and ask her to find
you a bunk somewhere.

"But we're..." Terren gestured downwards, frantically eyeing the
clothing scattered across the floor.

"I said now!" R'fal glared at him. "It's the Weyr! No-one cares if
you're naked!" He pointed at the door. "Both of you. OUT!"

Huffing with annoyance and now frustration, Daturna was weyrbred enough
to obey a rider's command. She pushed Terren off of her, found her
clothes quickly, and scooped them up. "Rude. " She sniffed pointedly,
"This is ridiculous. We were almost done." She pulled her tunic over
her head. "Sorry, Terren, but this is too..." she waved her hand
between him and R'fal, "...busy for me. I'll have to have a chat with
Avi, though. Obviously, she's not doing the right things to relax
you." With a flip of her hair, she stomped out of the weyr.

Terren scrambled to grab his clothes too. "Lad, if you'll only let me
explain..." But one look at R'fal's face and his words stuck in his
throat. Still clutching the pillow to himself and hopping to get one leg
into his trousers, he hurried out after Daturna.

R'fal watched them go. Then he ripped all of the sheets off the bed,
bundled them up and hurled them out into the corridor after the
departing pair with a wordless shout of frustration. Slamming the door,
he leaned against it, breathing hard.

Had he made a complete fool of himself? Wouldn't a weyrbred rider have
just rolled his eyes and left them to it? **Oh, shells. What if she
tells all her friends?**

}:You were angry, but it wasn't about seeing her. It was something
else.:{ Marlath rumbled as he settled into his couch.

**No, you're right.** Ma, he thought. Did she know? Was this why she
hadn't objected to her husband leaving the farm hold? Should he tell
her? He wasn't even sure he could look her in the eye.

R'fal groaned, pushed away from the door and crossed the weyr to climb
into his dragon's couch. He took up his favorite place in the crook of
Marlath's foreleg, where he could easily reach up to the brown's lowered
head and scratch his eye ridges. **What am I going to do, Marlath?**

}:I don't know.:{ Warm, smoky-scented breath ruffled his hair. }:I like
having our weyr to ourselves.:{

**I suppose. No more wedging a chair under the door handle.** He sighed.
**If I ever have need of that again, after this tale gets around, and
Aviday hears I kicked her mother out of my weyr half-naked.**

}:All will be well,:{ Marlath reassured him sleepily, his eyelids
falling closed.

R'fal closed his eyes too and leaned against the soft, warm hide,
drawing comfort but no answers from his dragon. He'd hoped that after
his father's release everything would be simple, that he could be proud
of his family once again. Now, he wasn't sure if it hadn't only made
matters worse.

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