A New Weyrleader (3/3)

Writers: Heather, Sia
Date Posted: 1st August 2024

Characters: E'kavas, Saibra, D'erik
Description: E’kavas becomes the… Weyrleader?
Location: Dragonsfall Weyr
Date: month 1, day 3 of Turn 12
Notes: Mentioned: R'enh, I'serin, K'reyel

E'kavas

Saibra

D'erik

The months of waiting were finally over. The wait to see who would
take K’reyel’s place as Weyrleader of Dragonsfall had finally reached
its conclusion.

Saibra felt a trickle of relief as she stared up at the flightroom
ceiling. She studied the familiar rock pattern. A part of her was
hesitant to turn her head and see who the winner was. Chioneth was a
sated lump of golden flesh.

**Just turn your head and look, Saibra. How bad can it be?**

Exhaling, she began a mental chant, **Please be R’enh, please be
R’enh, please be R’enh.**

It was not R’enh.

There was not even any similarities to the man lying beside her and
her bronzerider weyrmate.

No. This man was the furthest thing from R’enh.

This man was a _brownrider_. This man was…

“E’kavas?” she gasped in shock.

E'kavas wasn't fully awake either. He didn't quite remember how he got
here. The flightroom, of course, that's where Roquath preferred him to
be. He remembered the taste of flesh and salt, the rush of adrenaline
and heat of Roquath's ardor. The goldflight, yes. He'd found a willing
partner after, even if Roquath hadn't.

Saibra's voice and this sudden, new reality ripped him from his dazed
reverie. E'kavas pulled the furs up and over his chest in sudden
shock, squirming away so quickly that he _almost_ fell clean off the
bed. "Saibra?!" He exclaimed in equal parts terror and confusion.

His shock didn’t assuage Saibra’s panic. **A _brownrider_ Weyrleader?
This couldn’t _be_.** Her eyes slid shut as she imagined the snide
insults and comments that she would have to endure when the other
Southern Weyrleaders found out.

“How?” was all she said.

"How?" He repeated, dumbfounded, "How did _Chioneth_ get herself
caught by my randy moron of a dragon?" Roquath might have matched some
of the bronzes in size, but he certainly didn't have the brains nor
agility to try and keep up with the likely contenders. His heart
pounded too hard in his chest. He would be the laughing stock of the
Weyrs. Roquath would sire a disgrace of a clutch.

Saibra’s eyes stared out into space, looking like large blue saucers.
“This… this is disastrous. First female blueriders and now a
brownrider Weyrleader? We’ll be the laughingstock of Pern, the butt of
every joke -,” she gasped suddenly. “What if the Holds quit tithing?
Then we’ll be destitute as well!”

"The holds will quit tithing because I can't lead a Weyr into
Threadfall." E'kavas corrected in a panic. "The bronzes of the Weyr,
reporting to a brownrider? Reporting to _me_ and _Roquath_? There's no
way the Wingleaders would allow it. We'll fall to infighting before
the holds have a chance to pull their tithes. Then _everything_ would
be left undefended!"

The Weyrwoman’s mind was racing. How on Pern was she going to _fix_
this situation?

Then, Saibra’s eyes flashed back to E’kavas and her lips curved into a
sensual smile. “You know, why worry about this _right now_?” Her
fingers trailed up his chest, now that he’d finished clutching the
blanket to it.

E'kavas' eyes went wide as saucers. Saibra's expression was by far the
most terrifying part of this nightmare. The lack of tithe and the
Wingleader riots had nothing compared to her touch on his chest, like
that-

It was a good thing that D'erik was dozing and his hand just
_happened_ to brush against E'kavas' chest, otherwise he might have
done some real damage when he woke up with a jolt and a shout.

“What tha’?” D’erik’s voice was filled with sleepy confusion as he
looked around for whatever was causing the alarm he heard in E’kavas’
shout.

E'kavas looked wildly around in the dark, trying to get his bearings.
Eventually his eyes adjusted just enough that he could reach for the
small glowbasket on the nightstand. His own weyr welcomed him, looking
mussed but strangely unfamiliar after such a vivid dream. "Shells.
Sorry, I dreamt that Roquath actually _won_ that goldflight." He said.
"That one was worse than the one where I show up at a Wing meeting
naked."

D’erik raised up on an elbow with a look of amusement. “Oh? How bad
was it?” When he’d heard that Roquath was flying, he’d dropped what he
was doing (an exam for I’maek) and jogged straight for the flight
rooms in the hopes of nabbing E’kavas.

"Saibra and I panicking about how we'd be the laughing stock of Pern,
and how Dragonsfall would refuse to fly 'Fall and the Holds would pull
their tithes, with a dash of Roquath siring a handful of blues and
greens instead of a full clutch. My subconscious covered everything."
E'kavas said with a shake of his head. He ran his fingers through his
hair, partially in stress and partially to tame the wildness now that
he knew where he was and that there was a guy in bed with him.

At least, until there was a knock on the door.

"Dad?" Kevia called. The door creaked as she opened it and peeked
inside. "I heard you shout and Roquath is whining on the ledge, are
you okay?" She looked between her Dad and D'erik, her childish look of
concern turning into an impish grin. "Helloooo…?"

“D’erik,” he supplied helpfully. Fortunately, (or unfortunately?) this
was not the first time the bluerider had woken up to an audience.

"Hello, D'erik." Kevia said slyly. "Do you…do this often?"

"Kevia!" E'kavas exclaimed. "Go back to bed. We'll talk in the morning."

"Sure…" She drawled. "Have a _good_ night!" She grinned happily at the
pair as she slowly shut the door again, although her muffled giggling
could still be heard as she shuffled back to her room.

E'kavas pinched the bridge of his nose. "I'm sorry about that.
She's…inquisitive."

D’erik’s smile was still intact. “She handled it like a champ.” He
didn’t expect anything else from a weyrbrat.

-

Across the Weyr, Saibra was jolting awake from a nightmare of her own.
Her nightmare included R'enh and Mnoranth and the horrible injury he
had sustained during the flight. She threw back the blankets to kick
her legs out. She needed to go to him, to see how Mnoranth was doing.

She needed to tell him she was sorry Mnoranth hadn't won, that she had
_really_ wanted him to be her Weyrleader.

**My Weyrleader....** she froze, and then slowly looked over her shoulder.

Her eyebrows raised a little as she studied the figure of the man in
the bed next to her.

As he began to stir, her smile returned a little. "Congratulations,
_Weyrleader_ I'serin."

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