Stop calling me 'Sir'!

Writers: Ang, Len
Date Posted: 25th January 2012

Characters: G'wen, D'ret
Description: Daret's caught by the newest werylingmaster assistant, G'wen
Location: Dragonsfall Weyr
Date: month 6, day 10 of Turn 6
Notes: Mentioned: Bluerider N'klar, Sh'lua

The sun had set behind the tall Weyr walls when the blue slipped over
the edge. He glided down to the Weyrbowl but his two passengers didn't
notice. Furling his wings, he waited for all of five heartbeats
before growling softly. }: We are here and yet I am still standing …
waiting :{ Iyoth huffed grumpily. He was more than happy that his
lifemate was having fun but he was tired and wanted to sleep. The
chase was grueling and he'd lost … only a nap would ease his pain.

K'reg loosened his hold but continued to nibble on Daret's lips for a
few heartbeats more. **Come now my love, you'll have plenty of time
to rest** he bespoke lovingly then opened his eyes to find midnight
blue ones staring at him. "Ahh … don't *do* that!"

"Why not? I like looking at you," the candidate pouted and squirmed
closer to the man. He had turned around on Iyoth once they'd landed
so that his arms and legs were surrounding the bluerider. "I'm glad
you came looking for me K'reg … can we do this again sometime?"

Unbuckling the scamp, K'reg caressed the lads cheek and smiled. "Aye,
and next time, there won't be a flight so I can really tell how good
you are. Try to stay out of trouble so you don't hurt yourself again."

Daret blushed and ducked his head, appreciating the compliment even
with his bruised eyes. Sighing when Iyoth shifted in annoyance, he
carefully made his way down. "Sorry, Iyoth. I promise not to take up
more of your time. Rest well," he said with a scratch of the dragon's
headknobs.

The blue crooned softly at the touch.

"See you soon, Daret!" K'reg called out before Iyoth lifted into the
air and made his way to his weyr.

Running his hand through his hair after waving goodbye, Daret sighed
happily and turned, skipping to the entrance to the candidate
barracks. Only he wasn't the only one there as he entered …

G'wen stood, tapping his foot in annoyance, arms crossed. This was
his first time having to take the late shift, watching over the kids
to make sure they all got to bed on time. He kicked himself for
having felt weak in the day and having to go back to sleep for a bit,
which was why he now had to do this instead of H'len. And now of
course it was no surprise that Daret was the one and only to be late
coming in for the night. "Hanging around the Flight rooms?" he
muttered as the younger boy came up to him.

Nothing killed a happy mood like getting caught by riders new to
authority. Daret dropped his expression and stood at attention before
G'wen. He hoped the young man was in a good mood but it didn't sound
like it. "Rukbat hasn't set, sir …" he answered but knew that he was
pushing the time rule.

Daret actually envied G'wen having impressed a green although he
didn't envy the boy's getting hurt. But he wasn't about to mention
how stupid he was for not getting help when he should have. Allowing
a small smile and with eyes glittering, he said, "I happened to be
walking by when K'reg pulled me in. I didn't expect the encounter to
last quite so long."

At that G'wen snorted. "Please, Flight 'sessions' don't last
all_that_long. And...Rukbat set two candlemarks ago..." His raised
an eyebrow to the younger boy before sighing. He and the boy had been
candidates together last turn; he had Impressed Neath, Daret had been
left on the Sands.

"Set … what?" Daret asked with actual surprise as he spun to look to
the western skies. It couldn't be … Deflating, he dropped his
shoulders and turned slowly. "I'm sorry, sir. I had no idea."

He could only imagine what punishment he'd get now, although he could
wish that G'wen remembered how it was before he Impressed. Or did he?
Daret couldn't remember how active G'wen was in the 'relationship'
department but he had a feeling the lad wasn't quite as lascivious as
he was.

"Sir?! Daret, it's me, G'wen. Stop calling me 'sir'!" He looked
completely exasperated before catching the boy's bruised eyes in the
glow light. "What the bloody shards happened to you?" Taking Daret
by the hand, he walked him closer to the light so he could see the
bruises. "Who did this to you?"

"Well, you're a dragonrider now and even though you're not in this
position permanently, I gotta be respectful!" Daret shot back as he
was dragged into the light but he couldn't help but smile. It was
good to see the pre-rider again. Would his personality change at all
when he Impressed? Not that G'wen was so much different … just, it
was hard to explain and he wasn't in the frame of mind to think about
it overmuch.

Seeing G'wen's expression in the light made him squirm, especially
when the lad questioned who did it. "No one. I walked into a wall.
More like slammed into it, actually. Nearly broke my nose." He
peered at G'wen and sighed, not feeling this keenly embarrassed since
the healers grilled him. "It was stupid, really. I tripped on the
way back inside after Threadfall the other day and fell against the
rocks. N'klar helped me up to be sure I was okay and sent me to the
infirmary. The healers can verify the details."

"Ha! This gives me a chance to be prettier than you for a moment
then," G'wen teased, relieved that it was an accident and not
aggression from another man. He still hadn't forgiven many of the
blueriders for the way he was treated after that incident in Sh'lua's
weyr. But that was all past, now that the burly rider had won him in
his first Flight.

Of course, he wasn't about to confess the offer the bluerider made
about the winetasting. G'wen didn't need to know about *that*!
Crossing his arms over his chest, he smirked at the teasing then shook
his head. "Doubtful. No one is as pretty as me!" he answered then
giggled and rolled is eyes. "Truthfully, you're cute enough as it is
to attract lots of attention. You've got the guys wrapped around your
pretty little finger. People are always asking about you, you know …"

Part of Daret wanted to know just how much trouble he was in. He
didn't want N'klar to pull his offer away or tell the Headwoman and
Weyrlingmaster about his stupidity during Threadfall. But the greater
part wanted to ignore it and spend some fun time with G'wen.

G'wen snorted at that. "People_still_talking? And with you about to
do everything?" He eyed Daret, wondering if he actually could get
away with sending the younger boy to all the blueriders who bugged
him. Not that any did, since his 'scoring. He wasn't sure if it was
out of respect or no one wanted to be saddled with such a stupid
weyrmate.

"You know how people are. The gossip never stops, just keeps getting
recycled," he said with a shrug, thinking of one rumor in particular
but he wasn't about to mention it here in the hallway. "Me,
everything? Nah … I certainly won't be sleeping with a *girl*," he
said with a nudge to G'wen with his shoulder. "Could we go inside and
get some," … *gulp* … "klah?" Would he ever get used to the stuff?

"Yeah, no problem." And it was a good excuse to get out of the cold
and to sit down. He eyed Daret. "I thought you didn't much like the
stuff?"

Shuddering, Daret nodded. "Hate the stuff but I promised someone I'd
drink that inst …" he began saying then clammed up and turned a bit
red. The whole point of trusting N'klar with keeping his secret was
to keep the secret himself, too. "Well, I promised I'd try. Hope
there's enough sweetener this time."

Stepping into the barracks, he shivered then sighed with contentment
as the warmth enveloped him. "It's nice being inside. So how do you
like being a pseudo-werylingmaster?"

"It sort of sucks, to be honest. I'd rather be fighting thread." The
tiny greenrider nodded to an empty seat and went and got the klah.
Before he sat down, he handed a large jar of sweetener to Daret.
"What about you? How have you been keeping yourself since the last
Hatching?" Since he had Impressed Neath, all his focus had been on
her, classes and a few other things.

"Thanks," Daret said as he pulled the mug closer then started spooning
sweetener into the klah. After six spoonfuls, he tested it carefully
then sighed. "Good enough, I guess. Oh, you know, been doing this
and that. I spend more time with the weavers and I'm confident that
when eggs are laid, I won't have to attend every class … at least, I
hope. I know every lesson by heart."

He wasn't surprised that G'wen wanted to spend time fighting Thread,
not after what he went through on his last nasty Fall. "How has Neath
been handling all this? Is she as fidgety as I imagine?"

"More depressed than anything, I suppose. Though, since the Flight,
we've been as close as we've ever been." G'wen's eyes took on a look
that said he was daydreaming. Realising what he was doing, he flushed
and rolled his eyes at Daret.

"Just remember these feelings in turns to come when you've had enough
of her, eh?" Smiling softly at the look in G'wen's eyes, Daret lifted
his mug and took a careful, tentative sip. "Ugg … this is awful!" he
exclaimed and set it down hard enough that it spilled all over his
lap. Standing up with a startled cry, he pulled the hot, wet fabric
away from his skin. "I'm gonna … go ... and yeah …"

G'wen wisely decided not to laugh.

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