Troublemakers Age Well

Writers: Devin, Chelle
Date Posted: 13th October 2010

Characters: Rhosyn, N'vanik
Description: The two of them meet each other and recall earlier turns.
Location: Dolphin Cove Weyr
Date: month 10, day 27 of Turn 5
Notes: Mentioned: K'sedel

N'vanik

Rhosyn was at ease as she walked around, picking up bits and pieces of food here and there. Sipping from a glass of wine, the River Bluff Weyrwoman was wearing her gather best and chatting with people. She had never been to Dolphin Cove before.

"So, you must be the new Weyrwoman of River Bluff."

Turning, she stopped quickly once she saw the knots. Then she had to
look up to see the face of the man addressing her. Of course she knew at
once who it was. "And you're N'vanik. Congrats on the hatching,
Weyrleader and well met." He looked to be of a Turn with her, which
was something to take slight notice of.

"Thank you. Our Weyr is glad to have so many new pairs." His eyes
skimmed over her. Not a lot to look at, but not bad, either. "You
Impressed at Vista Point."

"Aye I did and what a spit in their eye it was too." She smiled, having
accepted that over the turns. "Nice setup here. Good wine. My compliments."

"Thanks." She didn't remember, but he couldn't blame her. "You were in
the Weyrling class ahead of mine."

That brought her up short. Her eyes narrowed and she tried to remember.
Of course, in those days, she had been pulled in all directions, trying to learn what she needed to and to prove herself. She couldn't remember him as
a weyrling, but she did remember him as a wingrider. "You were the
problem child." She said it not with condemnation but a sort of
lilting laughter.

"So you do remember." The corner of his mouth turned up. "You were a
bit of trouble yourself."

"Still am." She nodded matter of factly, but her grin betrayed her. "Only now they let me run the show. You too. Imagine that."

"Kinda scary, isn't it?" He grinned back and took a sip of his wine.

"Eh well I'm not gloating yet. I still might break the Weyr, though I
have a very experienced Weyrleader to back me up." She was thankful for
K'sedel in more ways than one.

"Maybe I was lucky this Weyr was already broken when I got here." He
tried to make it a joke, but it didn't sound right.

"There is that." She brought her glass to her lips and drank a bit. "Would you call this place home now then?"

"Yeah, it's home." He hadn't expected to get this attached to Dolphin Cove.

"I tell you what..you have to come see my feast when we have a hatching
next time." She nodded, matter of fact, as if he wouldn't dare say no.

"Sure. I love Hatchings, I'm just not fond of the part where I have to
talk to people and be nice." He winked.

"None of us are really, but at least you don't have to get into these painful gowns." Rhosyn was always afraid she was going to trip or suffocate or any number of things when she wore her finery.

"Wouldn't that be a sight if I did?" N'vanik smiled and took another
sip of wine.

"And anyway, no one would have the pleasure of seeing your rear in wherhide." Rhosyn shrugged and passed off her empty wine glass.

"Maybe you'd like to see my rear out of it." He wouldn't mind getting
her out of that dress.

"Maybe I would." She opened her eyes just a little wider for a moment.

He leaned a little closer. "That can be arranged." Rhosyn was
interesting enough on her own, but the thought of bedding the
Weyrwoman of another Weyr gave the idea an extra thrill.

She wasn't a tease, not really. However, she didn't just jump into
the furs with anyone either. Rhosyn held herself higher than that.
**Not that he's just anyone**

"Oh? Cause here I was thinking you had this feast and all these people
here...and duty calls you know." She tried hard not to laugh, and she did
manage it. "Not that I wouldn't..think about it...some other time perhaps?"

"Do you really think I'm going to spend all night at the feast, or is
that your polite way of saying no?"

"Aye well, we'll be going back so.. I'm afraid I don't exactly have the time at present." That would be a good one to explain to K'sedel... **I'll join you later after I screw the Weyrleader, you know-this one.** "Now maybe some other time when I'm alone if I haven't heard you're making nice with all the goldriders.."

N'vanik laughed. "I can barely make nice with my own Weyrwoman." Even
his bitterness about it was starting to fade.

"Why's that, if you don't mind me asking?" She didn't know anything about
Traelyn and how she was. Rhosyn found herself curious as to how she measured up against the others.

"Well ... let's just say it's complicated." He would need a good deal
more wine to consider talking to her about Traelyn.

"Eh well if I ever thought K'sedel was fecking up, I'd just tell him.
Course I'd expect people to do the same for me." She shrugged. "He's a
good man, but it's hard to get the hots for a guy in his sixth decade. Course he has enough sons to keep me busy."

That made N'vanik laugh loud and hard. "So you are still a naughty girl."

"Not a girl anymore, a woman. So I can do what *I* want." That had
been important to her and one of the main reasons for her arrival at
River Bluff.

"Too bad you finished your wine. I'd make a toast to being in charge."
Both of them had come far since their days as Weyrlings.

She shrugged. "I'll imagine it happened. Well, I'm not going to hog your time. I think I see a Lord Holder over there. Congrats and I do hope to see
you again." Impulsively, Rhosyn gave him a quick embrace before she headed off to see where K'sedel had gotten to.

N'vanik watched her go. A hug sure wasn't a roll in the furs, but it
was a start.

Last updated on the October 23rd 2010

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