A Game For Two

Writers: Devin, Vanessa T Sommerfeld
Date Posted: 16th January 2008

Characters: Nasiria, N'vanik
Description: The two meet at the Weyrlake
Location: Dragonsfall Weyr
Date: month 7, day 10 of Turn 4

N'vanik

Nasiria used her forearm to move the hair out of her face as she finished washing Rinealth's flanks. **Flame T'mahl. He had no proof I was doing anything wrong. I hadn't even gotten out of the barracks yet. He couldn't know I was sneaking out to meet a man. I don't know why I have to sleep in the sharding barracks anyway. I have my own weyr. There's no reason to make me bunk in with a bunch of children. And a _curfew_!? How ridiculous!**
She looked over Rinealth to see if she'd missed any major areas. She rinsed her brush and patted the bronze as she waded to the shore where V'tim was waiting. "I think that about does it," she smiled, but there was no warmth in it.

"Actually, I think you missed a spot, there, on his left shoulder,"
V'tim said with a critical look at his bronze. Nasiria's face lost all emotion as she tromped back into the lake to attack the spot. **So help me, if I ever finish this dragon…** She was scrubbing the shoulder, when she looked up and saw a sight that made her pulse quicken. Entering the cavern was a very handsome bronze and his equally handsome rider.

**A little crowded today,** N'vanik commented.

}:Rinealth says he's almost done. We can go over there.:{
**Alright,** the bronzerider said with half a sigh.
**Hmm, and he's coming right over.** Nasiria smiled to herself as she ran wet fingers through her hair. Satisfied with the dragon's shoulder, she waded out again, this time more gracefully. "Better?" She asked V'tim.
The old bronzerider did not answer immediately and Nasiria almost thought he was going to point out another neglected body part, but he finally nodded as Rinealth heaved his great body out of the lake. "Rinealth says thank you," he muttered as they walked away.

"You're welcome." Nasiria answered, but thought, **Well, Rinealth is anyway.** She locked eyes with the younger rider and cocked her head to the side. "It seems I'm already wet. Need a hand?"

N'vanik looked her over. "I usually wash him myself." Nasiria chuckled. "That's because I'm not usually here. You're in luck today, however, because I've already washed the entire Slate wing, so I'm really good." The bronzerider lifted an eyebrow. "You one of those over eager helpful types?" "Uh, no." She continued to smile. "More like the get caught sneaking out of the Candidate Barracks to meet someone, and have to wash retired dragons as punishment type."

"Ahh, now that's interesting." N'vanik laughed. "Grab a brush." "Got mine right here," she grinned. "Where should I start?"

"He likes his shoulders done first," he told her as Loseth offered an arm for his rider to climb onto his back. "You can get the lower part, and then move to his sides." "OK. Good." She nodded and grinned again. "I'm very good at the lower part." N'vanik snorted and started to work. "If you've been scrubbin' old dragons all day, what makes you so eager to give yourself more work?"

"That is precisely the reason I want to help with a beautiful, young specimen, such as yours. Trust me, if I could sear the images of the last few candlemarks from my eyes, I would."

The bronzerider laughed. "Trying to get the bad taste out of your mouth, so to speak?" "Exactly." She paused. "And I thought you would be just the flavor to do the trick." "You might be a little young to try my particular flavor," he said, studying her from his high vantage point.

She finished the right shoulder and waded around to get the left. "Oh, don't let my age fool you." She shot a mischievous grin at him. "I grew up here, and I've sampled some of the most exotic flavors in the weyr." N'vanik leaned over to get part of Loseth's neck. "Have any favorite flavors?" "Mmm, a few favorites, yes. But then, I'm always up for trying a new one,"
she licked her lips and looked up at him.

He laughed. "You're ambitious, aren't you?"

"Of course I'm ambitious. Nothing wrong with that, is there?" "Not at all." He shifted down the bronze's back. "There's just some things you have to work a little harder for."

Holding up her brush, she said, "Well, I'm obviously not opposed to a little hard work…as long as I know I'm not working for nothing." She paused to see his response before she began washing the dragon's side.

"Fair enough," he said, studying her again. "You do a good job on Loseth, and you can come up to my weyr." She raised her eyebrow and breathed deeply to try to control her temper, to no avail. She had played the game so far, but now he was implying that she was somehow earning her way to his bed through manual labor. "Let me make one thing clear. I helped wash Loseth because he is a beautiful beast,"
she patted the bronze to show her affection, "and honestly, I thought you were equally as beautiful. But I'm not desperate for bedmates by any means, and I'm not some common drudge who can be rewarded for good service with a roll in the furs." N'vanik had to stop scrubbing so he could laugh. "I'm not desperate for bedmates, either. If that's not what you're after, than what's with the talk about 'working for nothing'?"

"Oh, I was after it alright, and I don't mind a challenge when it comes to flirting, but make no mistake…I don't need to trade dragonwashing for sex.
Thanks anyway." She started to wade out of the lake and added, "No offense, Loseth."

A slow smile spread across his face. Part of him had missed things like this.

}:N'vanik ...:{ Loseth started to warn, but his rider ignored him.

"And I don't need little girls thinking they're worth my time for a few winks and suggestions. Go find some boys to play with. They might even beg for it." "My dear, sweet bronzerider. I don't play with boys. And, Oh, I'll guarantee the men I bed _will_ beg for it. And if you knew anything about me, you'd be begging for it, too. Too bad, you'll never know."

"Now I know I'm not missing anything. Talk is cheap, darling."

"Well, there's your problem…I'm not your darling and _now_ I never will be.
But you're right, talk _is_ cheap. And I've wasted enough on you." She threw her brush on the sand and flipped her hair back. She ventured one last glance at the gorgeous man that had looked so promising. She stomped toward the cavern exit and was lucky enough to find R'lorn and Yorianth headed toward the lake. She threw her arms around R'lorn and said, "You need a hand with Yorianth? I just so happen to be free."

R'lorn was surprised at her attention. They had been together months ago, but since then had hardly spoken. "Sure." He slipped his arm around her waist and led her to the water. "Well, how bout that? A brush toss, a hair flip and a stomp. Too bad she didn't stick her tongue out, too. Then I would've had the whole set."
N'vanik chuckled to himself. }:Why are you mean to people?:{ Loseth asked as his rider started scrubbing again. "It's a kind of game. I thought I was out of practice, but I guess not." }:It's better to be nice.:{ N'vanik patted the bronze hide. "Don't worry about it. I'll get you washed, and then we'll go see Tal." }:Ok. Move to the left, it itches there.:{

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