Cheese

Writers: Heather, Yvonne
Date Posted: 1st January 2026

Characters: Saibra, Harki
Description: (Drunk) Harki helps (drunk) Saibra back to her weyr after H'run's party, and the two women find they have something in common
Location: Dragonsfall Weyr
Date: month 8, day 28 of Turn 12
Notes: Mentioned: H'run, R'enh, U'kaiah
Follows 'DFW: A Welcome Home'

Saibra

"Ooops, watch your step!" Harki hauled Saibra away from the wall as the goldrider stumbled and wondered yet again why she'd gone to H'run's stupid party. She'd somehow found herself next to the Weyrwoman for most of the night and was now escorting her back to her fancy weyr with its private bathing chamber. It was the strangest way she'd ended a party in turns - and Harki had lived through some very strange ends to her nights.

Saibra yowled in pain as her toe banged something large and hard. Something in her way.

"You," she said, whirling and pointing at the 'bauble' that Aluneth had brought Chioneth that now sat, like a boulder, on their weyrledge. "Stay out of the way," she slurred.

"Very rude," Harki agreed. It _was_ a stupid boulder. There was a cliff nearby. A terrible idea occurred to her. "Wanna push it off the ledge?"

"Ugh, I wish," Saibra complained _loudly_, her voice reverberating off the cliffside. "But Chioneth's attached to it," she slurred out as she shook her head to try and make the door of her weyr come into focus.

There was literally nothing special to the boulder that Harki could see. "Chioneth likes _that_? I mean I guess... dragons are so weird."

“Don’t even get me started on Chioneth,” the Weyrwoman said, opening the door after several fumbling attempts.

}:I _can_ head you, you know. In fact, the entire Weyr can.:{ Chioneth drawled.

“Ssshhhhhhhh,” Saibra hissed with a finger to her lips.

Harki nodded solemnly, unaware that Saibra wasn't talking to her at all. She'd never been in the Weyrwoman's Weyr before and looked around curiously, hungry for light so that she could take in the details. "You should have some water though," she said quietly once the door was closed. "Where's the water?"

Saibra flipped the light switch in her weyr. They flickered once, twice, and then sputtered to life with an audible hum. The light revealed an immaculately tidy dining and kitchen area. The tidiness was thanks to a lower caverns drudge that came up once a sevenday to clean.

"Water," the Weyrwoman said, pointing over her shoulder as she slouched into a chair at the table.

The greenrider looked around with wide eyes. Her entire weyr could fit into this single room, and there were darkened doors leading off into other mysterious private spaces. The Weyrwoman had a _kitchen_ and for a moment Harki was swept up in domestic daydreams of baking pies and icing grand, multi-tiered cakes that she could eat one spoonful at a time, by herself. She shook her head to clear it and staggered as the room swam in and out of focus. "Water. Right."

The first cupboard held plates with blissfully unchipped rims and glasses arranged as orderly as a Wing in flight. The second had a silver teapot and matching sugar bowl, as well as several tins of what Harki presumed were tea. Her fingers itched to keep exploring but Harki made herself go back to the first cupboard for two glasses, which she set before the Weyrwoman and went to find a pitcher of water. "How come you don't have more parties? You could have the entire Weyr in here!"

"Who would come to the Weyrwoman's party?" Saibra sighed with a slur as she flapped her hand dismissively. "No one wants to party with their boss." Once her glass of water was filled, the goldrider drank from it generously and then wiped her mouth on the back of her forearm. "There's bread'n'stuff in the pantry," she told Harki, pointing to a set of cabinets.

"Why not?" Harki rummaged through the cabinet until she found both bread and butter, which she carried over to the table. "I'd come."

"Maybe I'll start small, then," Saibra reasoned, tearing a piece of the bread and popping it into her mouth. "A girls' night. Just girls and wine and cheese and grapes and...." here she trailed off and started counting off things on her fingers. "Did I say cheese?"

"I love cheese." Harki's drunk mind caught up with her mouth and her eyes widened in panic. Faranth, was she signing up to have a party with the Weyrwoman?! "I mean _everyone_ loves cheese. People who are anybody love cheese. Cheese is the best."

"You've not lived until you've had I'gen's cheese." Maybe she would pay her old clutchmate a visit just to pick up some cheese. Oh. OH! Saibra bolted upright at the epiphany. "A _cheese party_ where everyone brings their favorite type of cheese."

"I got given cheese one by this cotholder before the Pass started? I gave him a ride to-- I forgot. Or his mother a ride or something. And then he gave me this cheese as a thank you and it had this bluish rind and when I cut it open I thought it had _died_ and my weyr stank for a sevenday and I slept in U'kaiah's weyr and he made me sleep on the _floor_. We're clutchmates. He doesn't like cheese like I do." The greenrider covered her mouth, realizing too late that she needed to stop talking. "Uh. Yes."

U'kaiah! Now there was a name she had not heard in an age. "Okay, everyone brings their own cheese, but nothing smelly. Now, for invitations..." and this led the conversation into an entirely different direction for several minutes where the qualities of paper versus hides was hotly contested before word-of-mouth invitations were settled upon.

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