T'gyrlan's Wild Ride (1/2)

Writers: Corrin, Sia
Date Posted: 25th April 2024

Characters: T'gyrlan, Aydhan
Description: T'gyrlan meets the new Weyrwoman Second of Barrier Lake Weyrhold
Location: Barrier Lake Weyr
Date: month 11, day 7 of Turn 11
Notes: Mentioned: Kapera, N'kevyn (not by name)

T'gyrlan

Aydhan

“Congratulations again!”
“You better visit more now.”
“Thread better watch out!”
“Greens better watch out!”

It was early afternoon in Barrier Lake Weyr. The dining hall was lively and T’gyrlan was in high spirits as his friends departed back to their duties. He was practically glowing from all the well wishes, grinning broadly as he waved them off. It was always good to see the old River Bluff crowd. He _would_ have to visit more-- and it’d be as easy as a thought now, with Hanassath’s wings healed. No more waiting for E’kavas to ferry him for a visit. Yes. Things were getting better. His shattered life was falling back into place.

With a satisfied sigh he started to put his flight jacket on. He had, hopefully, a long flight ahead of him. They were still working on distance conditioning.

Aydhan was still learning everyone's names and trying to commit faces to memory, so it wasn't odd that she didn't recognize the man coming out of the dining hall, nor the odd-looking bronze awaiting him. A quick conference confirmed that the bronze hadn't been by to preen and posture at Tymborikath yet, so if he _was_ from Barrier Lake he was very overdue.

"Good afternoon, bronzerider!" She said warmly as she neared. "I don't think we've met yet? I'm Aydhan, the new Weyrwoman Second."

T’gyrlan wasn’t in a rush to get aloft, nor was Hanassath. He was scratching a particularly itchy spot on the bronze’s hide when Aydhan approached. Turning toward the voice showed the Dragonfall knots on his shoulder, and a quick check of hers confirmed what he was hearing. “Weyrwoman second,” he smiled, matching her for warmth, and not hiding his surprise. He had been filled in on a lot of gossip this trip, some about this very woman. He hadn’t expected the chance to meet her. “My duty to you. I’m T’gyrlan and this is Hanassath. We were just visiting some friends in your fine Weyr.”

"That explains why dear Hanassath hasn't been preening around my ledge." Aydhan said with a laugh. "Barrier Lake being so new has its perks- everyone knows everyone down South, don't they? Or everyone knows someone that transferred to Barrier Lake. You didn't want to transfer here?"

“I’ve been tempted,” he admitted. “I was born and raised in the region -- at River Bluff -- but when the Weyr was closed I was assigned to Dragonsfall. It’s kept me busy.” That was an understatement, but surely this weyrwoman didn’t want his whole sob story.

"Well, my condolences for River Bluff. I heard about that when it happened." Aydhan said with genuine sympathy, but it was obvious she had other things in mind as she took in the bronzerider's broad shoulders and glorious mane. "I hear Barrier Lake has come a long way. All the weyrs are brand new. They're gorgeous. Has anyone given you a tour yet?"

“No, I haven’t… had the pleasure.” The words rolled slowly off T’gyrlan’s tongue as he noted Aydhan’s bold gaze and he matched her stare for stare, taking her lead as permission for a more lingering appraisal. It was a polite fiction that all golds and their riders were beautiful in harper tales, but T’gyrlan saw nothing to complain about here. He only hoped he had the right impression. Things could be tricky when it came to goldriders. He shifted his weight, leaning closer. “Are you offering?”

Aydhan leaned in too, and from a distance it could have looked like old friends catching up. She carefully pretended to adjust his shoulder knots, letting her hand linger lightly on his chest. "Of course. My weyr is the perfect example of what you're missing."

Well. That was clear enough. “You’ll have to show me then,” T’gyrlan smiled a smile sharp with promise and offered the goldrider his arm.

Aydhan gladly took the offered arm and, for the untrained eye it could very well have been someone giving a potential transfer a very quick tour of the Weyr. If that potential transfer had no issues with a lack of personal space, and only wanted a tour that began in the courtyard they called a weyrbowl and only included all the important sights on the way to the goldrider's weyr.

}: Avicath is still out. :{ Tymborikath supplied when Aydhan queried (one must always be polite, after all), }: But he'd like to remind us that it's noon. :{

"You'll have to pardon the boxes." Aydhan said as she led T'gyrlan into the main living space. "But look at the space! And check this out." She flicked the lightswitch on and then off again with a grin.

T’gyrlan had the briefest mental gear clashing. He thought they were hurrying up to her weyr like a flight was on. Now she was, quite adorably, actually showing off her lighting. He chuckled, but stopped as he saw the earnest excitement in her grin. “Oh, were you expecting candles and glows?”

"Kapera was vague about what she meant when construction was 'almost' done!" Aydhan exclaimed. "And Reaches infrastructure is ancient. Besides," She turned back to him and pulled him the rest of the way into her weyr, "You have to have something more to say than 'the bedroom was nice'."

He laughed, allowing her to pull him in by the front of his shirt, shucking his flight jacket to the floor as he went. It was all together too hot now. “I could say my hostess was nice…” He dropped his voice and lowered his head and kissed her.

Her teeth grazed his lower lip, "And _welcoming_," She purred as she expertly unhooked his belt. Her own jacket was quickly discarded, sleeves turned inside out in the flurry of activity.

“An absolute _pleasure_,” he agreed, a hot murmur against her cheek.

He followed her gamely through the rooms, over the boxes, hardly sparing them a glance -- he was too busy stealing kisses and clothes where he could -- until they arrived in the promised bedroom and tumbled down into the furs.

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