Worth It

Writers: Dana, Eimi
Date Posted: 16th April 2007

Characters: Daigoro, Cinale
Description: The Hallsecond and his wife try to come up with a really good lie (one that Fielton will believe) to explain the condition of Daigoro's desk. Among other things.
Location: Vintner Hall
Date: month 3, day 1 of Turn 4

Cinale

"Well..." Daigoro clicked his teeth thoughtfully as he looked down on the cracked remains of what used to be a beautiful, perfect desk. "I suppose I'll have to ask Fielton for a new one..."

"How are you going to....explain....what happened to it?" Cinale asked in a hushed voice.

*click-click-click*... He certainly couldn't use the old 'My flit flew her flit so we locked the door and went at it on the desk' excuse... "I... sat on it?"

She stared at him. "Hon..."

"Do you have a better idea?" If she did, he surely would like to hear it.
It was going to be embarrassing enough to tell the Hallmaster he broke a perfectly good desk and needed a replacement. And it wasn't just some shoddy journeyman's desk either! Then again, it did give him a bit of smug satisfaction that their lovemaking was powerful enough to break a desk. And Cinale certainly seemed as pleased as she'd ever been... Shards, he barely even noticed the sound of the wood cracking over all the... other sounds...

Turning her eyes back to the broken desk, Cinale slowly shook her head. Fielton wouldn't believe him. Yes, Daigoro had a bit of a gut, but he certainly wasn't heavy enough to destroy the darn thing! She nervously began to chew on her fingernail. The Hallmaster was going to find them out, and they would both have to say goodbye to their esteemed reputations here at the Hall because something like this could never be kept a secret for long! And she'd never, _ever_ hear the end of it from her girls. Shards, shards, shards.... "Oh!" She stopped biting, blue eyes brightening considerably. "You can say someone stole into your office at night and broke it!"

"By why would anyone break into my room at night just to break my _desk_?"
Daigoro shook his head. "No, I can't have Fielton taking time out from his busy schedule to track down a fictitious criminal." Though that could be a back-up plan... "I... _jumped_ on my desk?"

"That's a little too close to the truth, don't you think?" she asked, blushing a deep red.

He shrugged agreement as that smug grin returned. They had been rather...
enthusiastic! But really who could blame him? What man wouldn't literally jump at the chance to make love to his wife on his desk! The smile quickly turned to a scowl. _No_ man better be thinking of making love to his wife on his desk!!!

"He's going to know, Daigoro... He's going to!" She swallowed thickly and began chewing on her nail again. "He's not a stupid man."

"We'll think of something," he quickly reassured her. Fielton may be a smart man, but surely they could come up with _something_... "What about... telling him the crack was always there and it finally broke completely?"

"Maybe after you had piled _everything_ onto it? Like all of those hides, writing implements, ink jars... Those bound hides are awfully heavy, Daigoro, especially if you stack them." She paused. "That could also maybe explain why you have an ink stain in your rug."

"Ink stain? What ink stain? It's a new rug!"

"_That_ ink stain," she told him softly, pointing.

Daigoro followed her finger to the toppled jar of ink. He hadn't even noticed that when he had swiped the contents of his desk onto the floor, the inkwell was one of the casualties. But there it was, laying on its side, leaking all over a stack of hides. "Oh shards, he's going to flame me..."

"I hope it won't come down to that, hon." Cinale looked up at him, wishing she could be there with him for moral support. But if she was there, then Fielton would see through their fabricated story for sure. She didn't have the best dragon poker face... "I really hope it won't."

"Don't worry, love. We'll think of something." He wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her close to him. There was no need for her to worry about this. It was his fault. He would take the brunt of the consequences. Or hopefully think of a really good excuse to get out of them.

Gently she rested her head against his chest. "Maybe in a few sevendays from now, or in a month, you could ask for a small sofa to be placed against that bare wall." A small grin flitted across her lips. "It would ensure this kind of catastrophe from ever happening again, wouldn't it?"

"I'd hardly call what we did a catastrophe," he murmured, the smile returning to his face. Daigoro tipped her chin so he could give her a soft, tender kiss. "He can flame me for all I care. It was worth it."

Last updated on the April 17th 2007

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