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Post by thedreamerlady on Dec 31, 2007 17:52:27 GMT -5
Jenafa liked this part of the day. The blazing heat of the afternoon was only slightly less, cool juices had been supplied to her, and her dragon was overjoyed with the quality sunlight she was getting from the harsh Igen sun.
She felt wonderful, but the people she saw at this time of day rarely were.
Early afternoons were always reserved for troublemakers who'd gone beyond what their Wingleaders could deal with- fights between riders from different Wings, subversives, maltreatment of their dragon. This, Jen saved for herself.
It was always a pleasure to give the riders of the Weyr a reason to watch her with respect.
A greenrider who'd been stealing from his wingmates had just been dismissed, and his dragon ordered to watch for it to happen again, and inform their Wingleader if his rider started stealing again, and enough work to make her message stick.
Now for another fun one- Br'yan, a brownrider who was known for trouble, who'd gotten in a fight with a brownrider in public.
A cold smile appeared on her face. She really liked this time of day.
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Post by cynath on Dec 31, 2007 18:03:50 GMT -5
Br'yan was a common site, speaking either with the Weyrwomen or his Wingleader. The infirmary wasn't the only place he was so often seen. He was already waiting like a child waiting to be punished outside the Jr. Weyrwoman's weyr as the greenrider who'd been summoned before him was dismissed.
His hair was mussed, even if the fight had occured hours before, he hadn't bothered to neaten it, dark strands falling where they would. Dark eyes inspected his fingernails, a bit of dirt, but they were at least mostly clean. His lower lip was swollen, a small crack had been bleeding, but was now clean, the bleeding stopped.
That had been the only deceny hit the other rider had got, needless to say. Wasn't his fault really. He'd just made a point that the other brownrider was not better than Br'yan, as the other had so claimed.
After a moment of waiting to be called in, he gave up and shoved off the wall, nudging the door open, he stepped in and closed it behind him. He knew the routine by now, and unless the Jr. Weyrwoman and the greenrider had some relationship, she would be ready for him.. if not... she might still be naked...
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Post by thedreamerlady on Dec 31, 2007 18:12:34 GMT -5
Jenafa looked as her door was shoved open a little bit.
"Come in Br'yan." She commanded. The Brownrider was shorter than her, Jen remembered, though good looking. No Weyrmate, and had a thing for boys. Held no rank, though most Browns who tried did.
"What do you have to say for yourself this time."
She reached up to pull a braided strand of her dark hair behind her ear, enjoying the light clicking noises her wooden bracelets made as they slide down her left hair, slowly adjusted her short red and white dress, and stretched slightly. She had planned on making him wait a little longer, but she didn't really mind letting him in right way.
She took a sip of her juice, and waited, looking the brownrider up and down, studying the markings on his face. They weren't nearly as bad as she'd thought they'd be, meaning the other brownrider might want to convince someone to teach him how to fight.
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Post by cynath on Dec 31, 2007 18:28:28 GMT -5
To the brownrider's obvious disappointment, she was not naked, that or she'd dressed really really quickly. Oh well. He stopped in front of her desk, dark eyes watching her play with her hair for a moment. Women.
He cleared the corner of the desk with one hand, moving the hides closer to the center as he slid to perch his buttocks on the cmooth surface, his fingers idly testing the pointy-ness of the cactus beside him.
He looked back over his shoulder at Jen and grinned. Sure he was a little rough around the edges, but he did fancy himself a ladies man.... even if he did end up bedding more men than women. That was Weyrlife. "He started it," he said simply. What else could he say about a fight? Brag a little with a "He started it, I finished it," cheesy line? Ha. He had no excuse besides the fact that he'd lost his temper. |
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Post by thedreamerlady on Dec 31, 2007 18:44:57 GMT -5
If Br'yan thought to cause her to lose composure by perching on her desk(solid wood- one of the very nice things about living in a interval), he would be sadly mistaken. It took a lot more than a juvenile Brownrider to ruffle her feathers.
"He started it." Jen repeated idly, tapping her finger slowly on the red colored wood, thinking slowly. "I'd love to know how you have been in all of these fights, and never seem to have started any of them."
She sighed, giving him an assessing look.
"Twenty-five turns, and you still sound like you've just come up from the crèche. If you were my child, I'd tan your hide."
She shook her head, the heavy braids making an odd shushing noise.
"What are we going to do with you, Br'yan?"
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Post by cynath on Dec 31, 2007 18:51:31 GMT -5
At the woman's gentle scolding, he merely smiled. In truth, he probably threw the first punch everytime, but it took a level of provoction... a small level. He left the cactus alone, booted feet swinging idly in the free air beside the desk.
The smile only widened as she continued to talk. It was often the same thing, repeated. He could have a nap and recite it later.
"We, or you? 'Cause I can think of a few things I'd let you do to me~" he chimed. One of his many charms, blatant spin on words. Seemed his forte. He spun a little on the desk, letting her see his suggestive grin.
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Post by thedreamerlady on Dec 31, 2007 19:06:05 GMT -5
Jenafa gave him a look, chuckling dryly. Not that she didn't appreciate men seeing how attractive she really was, but not when it came at the expense of her work.
"Perhaps," Jen said slowly, thinking to herself aloud. "Perhaps we ought to take away all this free time, and allow you to spend time working with good examples of how to take care of problems."
Jenafa's bright smile was not something that usually showed up this time of the afternoon. She liked brownriders though, and that sometimes softened what she did with them.
"I'd like you, in addition to whatever your Wingleader assigns you, to spend the next month spending your free time work with the crèche. Is that acceptable, or would like something else?"
The tilt of her head was inquisitive, but this was merely a formality. She doubted even Br’yan would ask for something different than what she gave him.
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Post by cynath on Dec 31, 2007 19:11:46 GMT -5
The brownrider's light playful expression collapsed. She wanted to put him with KIDS?! Had she shit her head or something?! He slid of her desk and turned to face her, his dislike of the punishment obvious, but he knew it could be worse....
He shrugged.
If he had any kind of luck, which he usually didn't, maybe he'd meet a nice drudge or two....~! "I can handle it..." he said simply. Though, the brouwnrider was not disimilar to a child himself, might even cause problems among children. He wasn't exactly the role model type, that was for certain. Most parents prayed for the exact opposite of what Br'yan was....
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Post by thedreamerlady on Dec 31, 2007 19:34:21 GMT -5
"Good."
Jenafa's smile turned stern. What was the name of the underdrudge who worked in the crèche? Larsa? Larassa- no Larissa.
"You'll report to Larissa when you arrive- I think you have some free time right now, yes? That way you'll know what to do whenever you arrive. Make sure that they know they can ask you to do anything[/i.]"
And if Br'yan knew her at all, he'd know that she would be double checking to make sure that the drudges knew that the pretty-boy Brownrider was there for them to order about. Even if Br'yan was the most relaxed about rank, this would probably still bother him.
Oh yes, this was the best time of day.
"You are dismissed, Wingrider."
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Post by cynath on Jan 1, 2008 18:59:14 GMT -5
"Larissa." Br'yan nodded once, almost as if he wasn't paying attention. However, his dark gaze lifted with a slight sneer as she emphasized the anything. "You can tell them that yourself," he snapped back.
It did bother him more than she might know. Drudges? Bossing him around? It just didn't add up in the brownrider's mind. When he was dismissed... not that he was waiting for that, he turned on a brisk heel and hauled open the door. His mood had obviously slipped into some dark crevice where demons lived. He slammed the door behind him.
Motreth could feel his rider's agitation as if it were a rage of his own. And his dragon was never helpful in this kind of situation. Mine, you in a crèche will be disastrous~" the mindvoice rumbled. Though the dragon never said anything to necessasrily encourage Br'yan's behaviour choices, it hinted at other certain possibilities... skipping out on the crèche....
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