Attraction of Opposites

Writers: Jane
Date Posted: 13th February 2007

Characters: Jh'slaen, F'naren
Description: Jh'slaen and F'naren get ready to go out for the evening.
Location: River Bluff Weyr
Date: month 2, day 6 of Turn 4

"Ready?" Jh'slaen called as he entered the rider's quarters from the dragon weyr where Saradath was negotiating with Jzeth to share the space that could fit two bronzes with ease. Despite the closeness of their riders, the two dragons tended to territoriality though there was no real emotion behind it.

"Not nearly," F'naren mumbled as he hauled his shirt off and dumped it on the floor as he walked toward the small bathing room. He unfastened and stepped out of his trousers without losing a step, a feat that made Jh'slaen grin at the brownrider's retreating back. "Just tidy up while you're waiting."

"You think that's all male greenriders are good for?" Jh'slaen shouted after F'naren as the sound of the valve being opened and the water starting to run made it almost impossible to be heard.

"I think you won't be able to help yourself!"

Jh'slaen looked down at the shirt and trousers already in his hands and admitted the truth of that. He took the clothes to the laundry hamper inside the door of the bathing room and then wandered around the quarters trying to ignore the unmade bed.

He wasn't obsessively tidy, regardless of what F'naren suggested from time to time; he simply couldn't understand how people could function during the day knowing their bed was unmade.

"Knew you'd have to make the bed," F'naren said, appearing at the door still drying himself. "Itchy fingers."

Jh'slaen put his hands in his pockets, looking away from the neat bed.
"It's _not_ a male greenrider thing."

"Never said it was. It's a Jhislaen thing. Always has been. My mother and my gran might have made me tidy while I was there, but I wasn't born to it like you were." He padded across the room to haul open the press doors and look at the jumble of clothes on the shelves. Shuffling them from side to side he found a pair of light-weight trousers and a shirt and flicked them once each to encourage the creases to depart. "What?
Not dashing over here to organise the clothes?"

Jh'slaen stuck his nose in the air and refused to give in. "That has to be a symptom of the way your brain works."

"All mixed up and crumpled?" F'naren suggested with a grin. He buttoned buttons and tied drawstrings and then shrugged. "It works and lots of brains are like mine. A little disorder goes a long way in life."

"I know." He did. He knew that he was attracted to people with that ability to live with clutter and mess for the very different-ness of their personalities. There was a creativity they had that he lacked because his skills were about order and routine and structure.

F'naren slipped his feet into light beach shoes and nodded at the greenrider. "I'm ready. Is Saradath settled?"

"Nearly." They walked through to the weyr and Jh'slaen went to his green in her spot near the ledge, rubbing the nearest eye-ridge as he felt her thoughts winding down. Despite the territorial negotiations with Jzeth she had ended up with the prime spot, in the last of the evening sunlight. "She's neat."

F'naren's first reaction was a snort. "She's dainty, compared with the males and golds, but she's nothing like you, if that's what you were trying to say. If she had things to organise she would pile them up in a corner rather than lining them up by size."

"Attraction of opposites," Jh'slaen agreed after a long moment.

"I think that's for people," the brownrider said, moving away from Jzeth who was already soundly asleep. The brown had already been heading that way when Saradath and Jh'slaen arrived, which probably explained why the green had the best spot that Jzeth would normally have moved into just to make sure she didn't have it. "With Impression it's pure attraction."

"Yeah. She's out now." They walked out of the weyr and through the rider quarters and out the door into the corridor. "Ready for another evening of fighting off interested women?"

"Huh. More likely bailing you out of the trouble your mouth gets you into. You need a weyrmate to take on the job."

"And you need somebody to clean up after you more than you need a weyrmate."

F'naren swerved to nudge his friend's shoulder with his own. "I already have somebody to clean up after me."

Last updated on the February 17th 2007

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