Fuchsia

Writers: Eimi, Yvonne
Date Posted: 25th July 2006

Characters: Harki, U'kaiah
Description: Harki's dye has a few unexpected properties...
Location: Dragonsfall Weyr
Date: month 13, day 1 of Turn 3
Notes: Follows 'Volley'

The moment she saw U'kaiah's face, Harki knew that something was wrong. She stilled in the water, feeling her colour fade as he struggled to keep- what emotion she couldn't tell- from betraying him. "U'kaiah...?"

"I don't know... I think... It suits you," the bronzerider said thoughtfully as he stared at Harki's now fuchsia hair.

"What do you _mean_, it suits me." The greenrider's voice was dangerously quiet.

U'kaiah knew he was going to get it no matter what... "It is... a _kind_ of a red, Harki. But perhaps not the kind you were going for."

Her mouth thinned into an angry line, and she heaved herself out of the bathing pool. Water splashed across the stone floor as she frantically searched for a mirror. **I am going to _kill_ Carline!**

}:Its only your hair, Harki,:{ Cerillith interrupted her thoughts.
}:It is not as if Ristrigilth's rider chopped off your arm.:{
**You are _so_ comforting.** Finally she found a mirror. Harki took a deep breath and steeled herself to see the damage. Her hair, her lovely honey brown hair, had turned a hideous shade of fuchsia.

_Fuchsia_.

The mirror went flying as Harki tore it off the wall in a fit of pique and threw it at the wall, where it shattered. She rounded on U'kaiah, her face a shade approaching her hair. "You dyed my hair FUSCHIA, you tunnelsnake!"

The bronzerider knew better than to try to defend himself to an infuriated and embarrassed Harki. He would have found it quite funny if he was not very much aware than any hint of amusement on his part would jeopardize his manhood. "Truly, Harki, its not that bad. It really does suit you. And it will grow out soon enough..."

"It does NOT suit me! You dyed my hair FUSCHIA! NOBODY looks good with fuchsia hair!" She whirled back to where the mirror lay in pieces, picked her way barefoot amidst the glass, and picked up a large sliver to peer at herself again. She looked awful. She felt like crying. "What did you do to me!?"

He wanted to point out that he just did as _she_ told him to, and it wasn't his sharding idea in the first place. But again, experience won out over pride. "But it _does_ suit you. It is just the kind of bold, bright, attention grabbing, wild... untamed..." he was running out of adjectives... "Passionate... Shards, its like having sex with you! Its an expression of your personality!"

"Sex with me is like sprouting sharding fuchsia _hair_?! Thanks, U'kaiah. You really know how to make a woman feel scorching pretty!"
She debated throwing the shard of mirror at him but didn't want to be responsible for decapitating the bronzerider. Maybe she'd give him a black eye instead.

"Oh, come on, Harki, you're sharding gorgeous, even with fuchsia hair," U'kaiah said, quickly rethinking that. "Maybe even _especially_ with fuchsia hair! I mean, if you weren't holding a rather sharp looking shard of glass in your hands right now, I'd be carrying you to your bed for unbridled, edgy, fuchsia hair sprouting sex right now!"

Harki gave him a look that should have withered his manhood into tiny, wrinkled raisins. "Shut up, U'kaiah."

"Really, it's not that bad," the bronzerider said gently.

"I said shut UP!" Harki closed her eyes, struggling to swallow the rage and humiliation that coursed through her veins. She was shaking with it. All of this because of a stupid sharding bet, because she'd been stupid enough to dye her hair in the first place. Only whores and idiots dyed their hair. Or people who went prematurely grey. Or those who had been carefully led along by a certain greenrider... "I am going to _murder_ Carline."

U'kaiah opened his mouth to say something, but nothing he could say or do would stop the inevitable from happening. Carline was about to get a screaming, enraged Harki in her face, and if the bronzerider didn't go along to hold her back... "I'll just find my pants."

Harki hadn't heard him. Carline was going to die, she decided. A slow, painful death brought about by her fists, and maybe her feet if she got tired of punching. The greenrider glanced around, grabbed U'kaiah's tunic off the floor, and threw it on over her head before stalking to the door and wrenching it open. }:Harki? Don't do this... you'll get into trouble again...:{ Cerillith said tentatively.

**Shut UP! That sow is going to get it, whether you like it or not!**
Harki snarled.

Cerillith sounded resigned. }:Then at least wait for U'kaiah to go with you.:{
**Sharding U'kaiah! I'm sure that he could see my hair changing colour and he didn't do a _thing_!** The greenrider's mindvoice was almost a wail. **Some friend he is! Where's scorching Carline, anyway!?**

}:If I tell you, will you do something rash?:{ Harki's smile was predatory as she stalked down the hall. **Oh, I _never_ act rashly. She'll get exactly what's coming to her.**

The dragon was quiet a moment. }:Oh, very well,:{ she said finally, sounding irritated. }:She is in her weyr. But I am telling Ristrigilth that you are coming, and that you are very angry. It was not a very nice thing for Ristrigilth's rider to do to you, after all...:{ U'kaiah was already on Kalamath, the cold air freezing his wet bare skin as his bronze carried him to the greenrider's weyr. Shards, she should have known better than to mess with Harki! Even _he_ knew better than that! "Carline!" he called as he slipped off the bronze's neck and ran barefoot into the weyr.

The greenrider looked up from where she lounged, unconcerned, on her couch. She lifted an eyebrow and raised her wineglass in a toast that was echoed by the bluerider and the third man in the room. "What's this, then? Harki's herald?" She looked him up and down. "Not that I'm complaining about her choice in uniforms, though..."

Good, U'kaiah thought as he glanced over at the two men -
reinforcements. "I wouldn't take this lightly, Carline. If I were you, I'd get out. Now."

"You seriously think that an idiot like your friend Harki scares me?"
Carline shook her head. "That girl has some serious payback coming her way, and I'm not going to run away now that I've got even."

The bronzerider couldn't help but snort. "Gotten even? You haven't even gotten _started_. You obviously don't know who you're dealing with." He cocked his head curiously. "And just what did Harki do to you to start this whole mess?"

The greenrider raised an eyebrow. "And how is that any of your business, bronzerider? I know whose side you'll take-"

Just then the door banged open, and in stormed a fuchsia haired Harki. She should have looked ridiculous wearing only U'kaiah's shirt and a murderous expression, but even with her fuchsia hair sticking out in a rapidly drying halo she looked scary mad. "You SOW!"

Carline took one look at the greenrider and burst into helpless laughter. "You-! Shards, that worked better than I thought!"

"I am going to _kill_ you!" The bluerider stood up as Harki crossed the living room toward Carline, but the lounging greenrider waved him down. "You stupid, scum-sucking ovine lover! I am going to rip your eyes out!"

Carline smirked. She set down her glass and stood to meet her.
"Payback's a bitch, isn't it doll?"

"Payback? For spilling a glass of wine down your sodding dress?!"
Harki looked aghast. "You dimglow! That was two months ago!"

"Revenge is a dish best served cold." Carline narrowed her eyes. "And it wasn't just the dress, you myopic herdbeast. You _humiliated_ me -
you started that stupid rumor about me and L'torn, and even if he doesn't have the balls to get you back, I do."

"I didn't make _anything_ up - it's not my fault that you and L'torn were stupid enough to get caught, or that he went back to his weyrmate instead of running off with you! She deserved to know what was going on." Harki crossed her arms. "I'd do it again, too. Sow."

Carline's expression turned ugly, then suddenly smoothed out. "L'torn and I are done. Whatever. But you - _you_ have to live with fuchsia hair! Or go bald. Either way, now your deformed, twisted personality matches the face everyone has to look at."

"About that." Harki suddenly grinned, and before anyone in the room could stop her, sucker-punched Carline. The greenrider yelped and collapsed backward onto the couch behind her, holding her hands to her face. "Harki, that is _enough_!" U'kaiah roared as he ran to step in between Harki and the now fallen greenrider. "This is between me and her, Lord I'm-going-to-say-nothing-while-my-so-called-friend's-hair-turns-FUSCHIA."
She prodded him in the chest with her index finger. "So back off!"

The bluerider had moved to comfort Carline, while the third man hovered uncertainly in the background. Carline lifted her hands away from her face to reveal a slightly bloody nose and what was shaping up to be a very colourful bruise. "So he just sat there and watched?!
Oh, I owe you a bottle of wine now, U'kaiah!"

The bronzerider was half tempted to let Harki loose on her. "I'm sorry, Carline, but I find you lacking in taste. And the two of _you_ even more so," U'kaiah said fixing the blue and the lurking man with icy stares. "Let's go Harki. I don't want to waste anymore time here."

}:Kalamath, ask Cerillith to tell her rider that if she doesn't walk out I'll _carry_ her out, and she would look even sillier with both her fuchsia hair and her bare ass being paraded through the halls of the Weyr.:{ Harki stood silently fuming as Cerillith relayed her part of the message, then urged her rider not to embarrass them both any further.
She glared at U'kaiah, then turned back to Carline. "This is _not_
over," she said, then spun on her heel and stalked out the door.

Last updated on the July 26th 2006

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