Fitness Montage (1/2)
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Barrier Lake Weyr
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Citrus Bay Hold
Writers: Len, Shawna, Sia
Date Posted: 15th June 2024
Characters: Aydhan, N'kevyn, G'wen
Description: Avicath’s fitness program crashes Aydhan's meeting with G'wen
Location: Barrier Lake Weyr
Date: month 11, day 15 of Turn 11
N’kevyn was a little fuzzy on how he’d gotten from the flight room back to his weyr, but Avicath’s recent enthusiasm in green chasing had made the walk a familiar one. It was the fourth chase he’d joined the last sevenday, and the third he’d lost. It was for the best that Aydhan wasn’t supposed to be meeting anyone in her office when he shoved the partially open door open. “Aydhan,” his voice was a harsh demand. He could feel Avicath in the back of his head, winging back towards the Weyr full of all the frustrated lust of a lost flight, having been beaten by a smaller, faster blue. Again.
Aydhan looked up from the meeting she was, indeed, in, her feet kicked up on the corner of her desk and a mug of half-drank klah in her hands. One look at him and a slow smile spread across her face. "G'wen, have you met my weyrmate, N'kevyn? You'll have to warn Neath about Avicath." She put her feet down but didn't move to stand.
G’wen looked up from the paperwork the weyrwoman had given him to smile at her. He stood and turned to look at the newcomer. “Hello, nice to meet you… I think…ah yes, I’m in your wing.” He pointed down at the paper which had all the wingmates and formation line up. “Neath and I are between two smaller browns.”
He'd only been at the Weyr for about a month, and he still had all his stuff in one of the guest houses that sat above the Weyr itself. “It’s really lovely here, my Neath enjoyed sleeping under the trees.” She would be glad when he told her that their new weyr was on the very top, by the trees.
N'kevyn blinked at the other man, and he did not manage to control the irritation on his face at the presence of someone else in his weyrmate's office. She was supposed to be alone this afternoon. He'd planned on her being alone when he'd walked away from that flight room. He took a long, slow breath, struggling to gather his wits. This was turning into a quite terrible afternoon. "Oh. Good. The wing is... Fine. You'll meet Avicath, he's-" there was a thud outside as said bronze landed heavily outside the weyr. ".. big." He ignored the mental protest from the bronze, who was assuming his favorite sulky sprawl, letting the cool ground chill his hide after the exertion of a chase. The bronze could think of so many other wonderful characteristics.
Tymborikath's indignation flitted briefly through her mind as the gold tried to shove the bronze out of the spot she had occupied a minute ago. Not a single ounce of pity. Similarly, she considered which buttons were worth pushing today. Trying to get him to participate in small talk was an entertaining thought, sure, with the buttons askew on his shirt and his face so flushed. "I think we'll need to cut this meeting short, G'wen," She decided as she stood. "Have Neath tell Tymborikath if there's anything amiss in your weyr as you're moving in. The technicians should be finished with it."
G’wen didn't like that look. “Sounds good, I’ll just leave you, it was nice…er…meeting you both.” By the way the other man looked at him, G’wen figured he’d best move as fast as his feet could take him. Not for the first time did he wonder if he had made the right move to come here.
"You can shut the door on your way out," N'kevyn said shortly, his focus entirely on Aydhan, who he was sure was smirking at him.
The quiet shoving match was still going on outside the weyr, Tymborikath being a smaller than average gold and Avicath being a larger than average bronze making it a fairly even match as they bickered over the prime lounging spot.
She was smirking at him. "Is poor Avi being a sore loser? The two of you have the same grumpy face." Aydhan rose as if to show G'wen out, but didn't try to make it around N'kevyn to actually do so.
N’kevyn waited, eyes slightly unfocused as he checked in with Avicath, watching the greenrider to leave. “That blue has beaten him twice.” Which seemed like a perfectly reasonable excuse to be grumpy. Taking a step forward, he grabbed her arm, pulling her in, “I didn’t want to manhandle a stranger.”
Last updated on the June 21st 2024