Who Would Know?

Writers: Estelle, Miriah
Date Posted: 7th April 2021

Characters: Enali, Terren
Description: Enali convinces Terren to provide her with information
Location: Dolphin Cove Weyr
Date: month 8, day 16 of Turn 10
Notes: Mentioned: R'fal

Enali waited until Terren caught his breath as he rolled off of her,
then turned her head to give him a satisfied smile as she stretched
languorously. "Hm....that was very nice." It had been better than she
expected it would be. Nothing would compare to Grevan's sweetness, but
at least it hadn't been rough.

"It was." He turned on his side and leaned on his elbow to gaze on her
body with an expression of pure blissful wickedness. This was more like
how the Weyr was supposed to be. No interruptions, no lectures or work,
just a pretty, willing girl and the smooth taste of good wine on his
lips. "I hope you're feeling a little less lonely now."

For someone who was old enough to be her father, his wicked smile was
certainly young enough. He struck her as someone who really didn't
think much about what he was doing, just that he liked it. "Oh, I am."
She purred, rolling to her side to face him. "I might call on you more
often when I am." Enali slid her leg against his and smiled
fetchingly. "What do you think about that, hm?"

Terren felt a pleasant shiver of delight run over his skin at her touch.
"I think..." He leaned closer, reached out to caress her side, fingers
trailing over the soft curve of her waist and hips. "I think that I'll
definitely come whenever you call me."

"Good." She relaxed, but her mind kept working. How to approach this
without him getting too suspicious? "So, what do you think about
living at the Weyr so far? Did it meet all of your expectations?"

"It's better than my brother-in-law's cothold," Terren said, grimacing.
"They treated me like dirt. And the food's good, and the wine, and the
company..." He winked at her. "But to tell you the truth, I'd have
thought I'd get a bit more respect as the father of a dragonrider."
Sensing that his last statement interested her, he went on. "I used to
run my own hold, but they've got me doing drudge work from daybreak to
sunset. They act as if my own son outranks me, and it's gone to the
boy's head." He leaned back against the pillows, his voice turning
sorrowful. "Sometimes I think they want to turn him against me. One
bronzerider actually told me that R'fal's got a new family here at the
Weyr. A new family! To my face."

"They probably do." Enali agreed softly, playing to the man's
grievances the moment that she could. "That's what they do, if you
think about it. You come here and all of a sudden, if you're not a
rider, you're not important. But if you become a rider, then nothing
else matters. You're above everyone, even hard workers like us. I see
it every day. I don't think that's very fair at all."

"No, it isn't. They have an easy life, just because they happened to
catch the eye of a dragon, and the rest of us have to drudge for them."
Terren considered for a moment, then turned his head to look at her
speculatively. He'd been doing a nice bit of business with his friend at
the tavern, dealing in information from the Weyr, but if he could find
out more... "They don't know everything, though. If you're smart, you
can do well out of living here."

She moved to rest her chin lightly on his shoulder. "I know they
don't. You'd be surprised what drudges hear." Her brow rose. "The
riders weren't always the power, if you remember. Some people remember
that and do quite well."

"I remember. There didn't used to be those wretched tithes, for a
start." Terren still felt the resentment he once had at having to give
up a portion of his herd - and pretend to like it, too, since
complaining only earned a pious lecture about gratitude to the Weyr from
his fellow holders. "Or the Search. They took my son, and it was the
start of all my troubles."

Enali quietly pounced on his statement, literally and figuratively.
She rolled to straddle Terren, her hands stroking along his chest. "I
think it would be nice if it went back that way, don't you? The Weyr
has plenty of people who can grow food or raise herds. Riders should
do more than just fly around, don't you think? The Weyr and Holds
should be separate. Let them raise their own kind, hm?"

"Yes. Let some of those fine bronzeriders work in the fields for a day,
and see how they like it." Terren's attention was more drawn to the
sight of her above him, though, and he grinned as his hands rose to
caress her hips. "They'd soon find out what real work is like."

**Carefully, carefully now...** Shifting her hips amorously in
distraction, Enali looked down at him and spoke in a soft purr full of
mischief. "What if I was to tell you that you could help do that? Show
them what real work should be? Would you like that? Hm?"

He closed his eyes and let out his breath in a sigh of pleasure. "Oh...
I'd like that very much." Though he was only half aware of what it was
he was supposed to be liking. Those arrogant bronzeriders working...
yes, that would be good. His fingers slid teasingly over soft skin.
"Just tell me what you want me to do, and I'll do it."

Her hips continued in her slow, delightful distraction. "You hear
things from your son, don't you? And you're good at paying attention
and, " she shifted just enough to keep him distracted, "hearing things
you're not supposed to, I bet." Her voice was sultry, purposefully
enticing and low. "Tell me what you hear and you can't have _this_
whenever you want it."

Terren gasped as his body responded to the feel of hers, sliding
against him. "Yes...yes, I hear things." Shells, he'd have to get back
in his son's good graces - although even if he didn't, he could always
invent a thing or two. It had worked before. "He tells me about his
duties, about his wingmates, his work in the infirmary - you can hear a
lot there. I could tell you so much..."

"Good." She whispered. "Tell me everything, alright?" She then gave
into him, allowing him to take pleasure in her for his own
satisfaction. She did her best to ensure that his offer and her
request sunk firmly into his mind and implanted itself there; a
exquisite arrangement in which each gave and took.

"Yes. Whatever you want..." He closed his eyes, giving in to lust and
sensation, past all thought except knowing that he wanted this again.
And if a little information was all it took, that was easy enough to
come by. Who would ever know?

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