Gathering Done Right

Writers: Miriah, Chelle, Devin
Date Posted: 29th March 2013

Characters: N'vanik, Z'an, Rhosyn
Description: Rhosyn gets two dueling rescuers.
Location: Elsewhere on Pern
Date: month 13, day 9 of Turn 6
Notes: Follows Like a Glove

N'vanik

Z'an

The Weyrwoman had been having a good time, perhaps too much of a good
time. This wasn't her territory so folks didn't really approach her as
often which was nice. They still knew who she was, though, so she
received offers of good wine, food, and she wasn't about to turn them away.

Dancing with N'vanik was always a pleasure, but she couldn't stay on
the floor the whole night. Feeling the effects of the different timezones,
wine, and everything else, it started to catch up with her. Waving to him
that she was heading to the necessary, she turned and headed away from the dancing
square. It was dark though there were lanterns and glows to light the paths.
Rhosyn's head was hurting and maybe even spinning just a bit though and she
found herself slightly lost and maybe even dizzy. Stopping to lean against
an empty stall, she closed her eyes and tried to breathe deeply.

Headed away from the dance floor, Z'an was ready to go to his weyr for a
decent night's sleep, even if it was by himself. Yawning mightily and about
to call for Vicarth, he was stopped by the sight of Rhosyn and to him, she
simply didn't look well. Concerned, he jogged towards her and stopped
short of her by a few feet. "Are you alright?"

Not knowing who it was at first, Rhosyn didn't answer. And then when
she turned and opened her eyes to see Z'an, a small smile came over
her face. "I'm okay.." Pulling her arms around him, she did feel a bit
unsteady on her feet. "Just a little dizzy and sleepy..." Her eyes
closed again and it was clear she was tired, combined with the
effects of the alcohol.

"Woah.." He caught her and laughed softly. "Yeah, you're okay. Uh
huh...my dear Weyrwoman, I do believe that you've had your fill of the
wine." He patted her back lightly, then hmmed to himself. "Well...if
you're dizzy and sleepy, you've no need to ride Orlaith tonight. How
about we find a guest weyr and get you settled in, hm?"

Rhosyn wasn't listening at that point. She was only half awake.
"Settled?" Somewhere, someone was waiting. **Who....N'vanik? Oh..**
Not exactly fighting Z'an, she did try to remember. "Orlaith isn't
here...but someone is. Someone..." And then, deciding she should find
whoever it was, she let go of Z'an and turned around, almost falling
right on her face. Landing on the ground, she gave a small "Oof!" and
ripped her dress some so that was easy to see the bra band under the bodice.

"Someone what...oh shaffit.." Trying to catch her before she fell,
Z'an failed miserably and smacked himself in the brow at the position
of the woman. Unable to stop chuckling, he crouched and tried to pick
up the prone woman under the arms. "Rhosyn, you really shouldn't be
trying to walk right now. Come on, you silly wastrel." His voice was
teasing as he bent further and heaved upwards, trying not to let her
limbs flail too much.

She was pulled up against him, but she wasn't exactly under her own
power. For a few moments, she just hung there, looking around. And
then Rhosyn started to slide a bit. It was clear he was going to have
to carry her. She didn't pass out just yet, but she couldn't walk.
"Z'annnnn....iiee.....Z'an Z'an Z'an....Z'annypie..."

N'vanik realized Rhosyn had been gone for a while, and she'd had a lot
of wine ... he headed off to look for her, hoping she hadn't passed
out near the latrines.

He'd been called many pet names in the past, but Z'annypie had never
been one of them. He snickered softly. "Z'annypie? Sweet Faranth,
Rhosyn, this is going to be something I'm going to rib you for Turns
about." Shaking his head with good humor, he bent to catch her under
her legs and lifted her into his arms with a slight 'oof''. "Wasn't exactly
how I figured you being in my arms, but..." He grinned. "Just don't retch
on me."

"Mmmmm ribs..." When she ended up in his arms, it felt quite comfortable.
And so, the small woman curled against him like a baby and promptly closed
her eyes. She wasn't asleep, but it was better for her swimming head to have
her eyes shut.

N'vanik came around the corner to see Rhosyn being carried off. "Hey!
What's going on here?" In the darkness, he didn't immediately
recognize the man.

Z'an chuckled at the woman in his arms. "Not that kind." He adjusted her
slightly and had been about to turn to carry her to a close guest weyr when
the familiar voice of his Weyrleader stalled him. "N'vanik? Just taking the
Weyrwoman to a weyr. She's a bit...indisposed."

At that moment she was in his arms, quiet and not moving, with half
the front of her dress ripped apart and some dirt on her face. Rhosyn
was slipping into dreamland, feeling warm enough in Z'an's arms.

"Indisposed? She looks roughed up." N'vanik's voice dropped into a
growl even as he _hoped_ it wasn't what it looked like. The dirt might
be explained away, but why was her dress ripped?

Z'an blinked and his jaw dropped as the insinuation hit him. Clutching
Rhosyn to him, his usual lighthearted demeanor vanished into
a flash of offended anger. "Now wait just a minute. Her dress
ripped when she fell. I'm trying to get her to a weyr and into bed
to sleep it off."

What Z'an said was probably true, but Rhosyn wasn't his
responsibility. "Give her to me," N'vanik said.

And of course at that moment the woman who was being discussed began
to moan and whimper since her headache was being multiplied by the men who
were arguing around her.

"Shhh... It's okay." Z'an murmured to Rhosyn softly, then nestled her
closer to him. He looked back up at N'vanik and spoke softly. "Let's not
jostle her around too much. Just tell me where to take her." His voice
stiffened. "I'm not going to hurt her."

"I don't care. I brought her, she's my responsibility. Give her to
me." Falling down and passing out. Clearly N'vanik should have
monitored her drinking better. He didn't realize she'd had so much.

"And when I found her, she became mine." His normally jovial voice
was stiff. "We can argue later for Faranth's sake, N'vanik. Tell me
where to take her, or I can just take her to my weyr. I'm not going
to keep her out here like this any longer."

"You can take her to my dragon, and _I'll_ take her home." As far as
N'vanik knew, Z'an wasn't Rhosyn's friend and the idea of the
brownrider suggesting he'd take Rhosyn to his weyr in this state made
his blood boil.

}:Is something wrong?:{

**Come to the square. I need to take Rhosyn home.** N'vanik told his bronze.

The thought of being accused or even thought of something indecent
made Z'an's voice curt. "Fine." He shifted burden lightly in his arms.

N'vanik stayed close as they walked to the area of the Gather square
left clear for landing dragons. Loseth's huge eyes stood out in the
dark, whirling with concern. }:Is Orlaith's alright?:{

**She had too much to drink,** N'vanik answered. "I can take it from
here," he told Z'an. It was clear from his tone that he didn't want
any more argument from the brownrider.

Carrying Rhosyn to Loseth, Z'an's eyes fixed on N'vanik's with
lingering offense. The urge to tweak the Weyrleader's metaphorical
nose reared its head and before he handed Rhosyn over, he brushed
his lips lightly over her brow. "I'll see you later." He looked up
and carefully handed Rhosyn to N'vanik. "Be careful. She's a bit
limp."

Indeed, she was sound asleep by this time, though she was going to have
one sharding fierce hangover when she woke up. The problem was Rhosyn's
size-the Weyrwoman only needed a small amount of alcohol to feel its
effects.

"I'm not going to sharding drop her." N'vanik took the small
Weyrwoman, cradling her securely against his chest. With a leg up from
Loseth, he got himself and Rhosyn on the dragon's neck. It took a bit
of maneuvering to get her into her jacket and strapped in. The poor
woman was really out. Then he got himself strapped in. "I'll get you
home safe, you drunkard," he teased as he wrapped his arms around her.

He'd deal with Z'an tomorrow.

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