Fast Friends

Writers: Aaron, Heather
Date Posted: 29th March 2019

Characters: Brennault, T'kala
Description: Brennault makes a new friend courtesy of his bronze flit, Marvel.
Location: Dolphin Cove Weyr
Date: month 10, day 18 of Turn 9
Notes: Mentioned: A'vel

Brennault

A stocky bronze landed on the table, and were it not for Brennault snatching him up before he could get to it, he would have scarfed down the last bite of food on T'kala's plate.

"Marvel!" Brennault admonished the bronze.

~~Indignant!~~

"Don't give me that guff – you can't just steal someone else's food. I'm sorry," he said, embarrassed, to the rider. "He just ate. I don't know where he puts it."

Marvel cheeped angrily.

T'kala just laughed, waving off the other man's apology. "No need to apologize, it's not my first run in with a hungry flit." The bluerider tilted his head, "I'm T'kala, by the way, I think I've seen you around with A'vel."

Brennault smiled brightly at a mention of A'vel. He sat Marvel onto his shoulder, where the firelizard grumbled but laid his head down.

"Brennault." He held out a hand to T'kala. "You know A'vel?" he asked. Any friend of A'vel's was a good candidate for a friend of his as far as Brennault was concerned.

"Yeah, we know each other." They'd been on a couple of dates but things had never really progressed, at least, not the way T'kala had wanted. T'kala shook Brennault's hand. "Have a seat if you'd like," he offered.

Brennault tilted his head curiously, wondering whether T'kala might be happy about that or not. But still, he took the seat and smiled.

"Well, it's nice to meet you. T'kala, that sounds like a dragonrider's name. Hmmm... maybe a blue or a brown," he guessed, suspecting that 'we know each other' may have been because of winning Tsogath's flight.

T'kala grinned a little. "I'd be impressed but," he tapped his wingrider shoulder knots, "although you're right about the dragon color. Blue Dagreth."

Brennault burst into laughter and blushed, realizing his oversight only once it was too late not to look like a goof.

"Well, so much for being clever," said Brennault. "Dagreth," he repeated, hoping to commit the name to memory. And a blue. So that meant he would not necessarily be making a fool of himself hitting on T'kala as he had with R'fal.

"From the weyr, or another craftsman?"

"A mixture of the two, actually," T'kala said. "My father was a tanner, but he moved us to the Weyrhold at River Bluff right after I was born. So even though I was raised around Weyr lifestyles, my parents are more holdbred than I am." That had caused some tension between them when he'd Impressed a blue dragon.

"Mm," said Brennault, nodding. "Were you... I mean, are they... Did everyone make it out OK? Your family?" he asked, wincing. He really knew very little about River Bluff, except that it was not there any more and why. T'kala had said *are* more holdbred, so that was a good sign.

"Yes, we were fortunate. When it became evident that the Weyr was going to go dragonriders started pulling people out of the lower caverns, putting them on their dragons and taking them up to the safer cliffs. The first two people I grabbed were my parents, as selfish as that might sound." T'kala was glad that he had done it though, he knew too many other riders who had lost loved ones by not going to get them first.

"It's what I would have done," said Brennault. "Sorry. I didn't mean to bring up a sore subject. But it is nice to get to know you." He offered a smile.

T'kala returned Brennault's smile. "It's okay, I don't mind talking about it. I'm a pretty open book," he admitted.

"Then we have that in common, too!" said Brennault cheerfully. "See, Marvel was just trying to get me talking to you."

~~On purpose!~~

Brennault chuckled, not believing that for a minute, but he would not call him out on it.

"How did you get lucky enough to get a bronze firelizard?" T'kala asked, reaching a hand out to Marvel.

"I have no idea. I just picked an egg, and Marvel came out of it!" Brennault laughed. "I deliver enough mail to riders that I thought it would be nice to have a way to find them when they're up in their weyrs. Your weyrs."

"And then I, uh. Well, I saved a man who had been beaten and left for dead on the side of the road – Faranth, but that sounds insane – and, well, that was the last straw, so I found a man with a gold, and I guess the rest is history, as they say."

"Wow, that is a story. I bet you see some interesting things as a runner." T'kala said.

"Nothing as crazy as that, really," Brennault said, blushing as he wondered whether that might have been too crazy to mention right off the bat. "Usually, things on the road are pretty calm..."

"But we have good times at the waystation."

"What's the waystation like? I've never been to one," the bluerider asked curiously.

"I'd be happy to show you sometime when you've got a bit of free time." Brennault grinned. "You wouldn't be the first rider I brought home to meet my father. Most nights, we have music, we laugh and talk about where we came from and where we're going."

T'kala was always up for seeing and doing new things, and Brennault seemed like an agreeable sort, and if he was honest with himself, the runner also wasn't bad to look at either. "Let's plan on that then, I'd like to see the waystation."

"Great!" said Brennault with excitement. Brennault made friends quickly, but even so, it was not often he made a friend so quickly that they were coming home with him on the first date. "Let me know when you're free, and we'll make it happen."

"I'll do that," T'kala smiled.

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