I'slen's weyr

[LyricalBlue]

The bronzerider stepped back into his weyr and sighed. No matter how cluttered and noisy his office might get, his weyr was always quiet. He could see Weseaneth still sleeping out on the ledge and smiled fondly at the bronze dragon. Like rider like dragon, the saying was true and all he wanted was to sleep right now. But, he turned around to see the bedraggled young thing that was Tujal. She needed care first. He rang for some klah and something to eat and then he set about drawing a bath.

One of the percs of being Weyrling Master was that he had large fully furnished quarters. His own private bath and reading room, then there was his sleeping room which led out to Wes's couch and ledge. The weyr had a warm feel to it, with its many rugs and furs. Tapestries lined the walls depicting dragonriders in various activities. His office was adjoined to the reading room, and that showed a messiness not displayed anywhere else in the quarters.

The food and klah was brought up on a dumb waiter and I'slen picked up and carried it into the bath. He left towels and sweetsand in easy reach, then he walked back out into the main room.
"All ready." Smiling like a fool he knew, but shards he was a tired fool.

[Memorie]

When she entered the weyr, Tujal gasped. It was very beautiful with carefully-woven tapestries all over, and rugs for her very cold feet. And a big dragon on the ledge. "'Dis is exactly what a weyr should look like," she said, smiling and sniffling. Food arrived, and she smiled, imagining hot klah pouring down her very cold, and very yucky, throat. "'Danks," she told I'slen. As she walked by him, she allowed her hand to caress his bare stomach, across to his side, and finally drop at his back. He felt good, and she knew he was tired.

Tujal shivered. Sneezing, she congesti-walked to the man's bathing room. Gingerly removing his shirt, as if it might fracture and fall away, she folded it and laid it down carefully. She stripped her other clothes off roughly--they were dirty workclothes anyway, with not a fraction of the amount of worth as his shirt had. Still, she folded them and laid them down--though beside I'slen's shirt.

She stepped into the water slowly, knowing it's hotness would be a far cry from the chill of the Lake. She was right, and after a few minutes, she was comfortably seated in the tub of her Weyrlingmaster's weyr. "This is sufficient to wierd me out," she said aloud. She often spoke aloud to herself, if she believed herself alone.

[LyricalBlue]

I'slen flopped back down on the bed, wondering at the sensation on his skin where Tujal had toched him. Rubbing his hands over his eyes, he sighed. His whole world had just flip flopped leaving him to wonder at why it did what it did. A hand wandered absently to his stomach and he turned his head enough to see the curtian to the bathing room. Breathing in deeply he slowly cleared his head and the bronzerider knew if Tujal kept this up he was going to have a addled head most of the time.

Getting back up, I'slen disposed of his damp and rather sandy trousers. There was little sand left on him and his short hair had dried already, so he simply brushed the remaining sand off and grabbed a pair of soft sleeping pants. After slipping those on, he fell back onto the bed. Really life was exhausting enough, Tujal made him feel like an old man when all was said and done. A very happy, rather stupefied old man. Glancing back towards the bathing room he spoke loud enough for her to hear.
"Do you need anything Tujal?"

[Memorie]

You. "No, you've supplied me beyond my wildest bathing dreams," she said, giggling. "But thank you!" The girl did have manners when it came to it, she had just liked to harrass I'slen before was all. And that was fun, but all fun must come to an end at some point. "And we are at that point," she said, again speaking to herself. She washed the sand out of her hair and from her body, and the washed her hair with the sweetsand. Soon enough, she was done with bathing, having cooled down in the lake. Her congestion was, for the most part, gone, and she was feeling better. She got out of the water basin.

Wrapping a towel around herself and her hair, she went into his bedroom. Shards, he's already seen me naked once, and this time, I'm decently covered, she thought. Aloud, she said, "Do you, by any chance, have a big shirt? I don't really need any pants or anything, my bottom is covered." She smiled and winked.

[LyricalBlue]

Smiling still, I'slen went to the dresser and pulled out a large loose shirt and handed it over to Tujal. He tweaked her nose and flopped back down on the big bed once more, making the furs below him poof outwards. "If you stay here too long I won't have any clothes left." He smiled goodnaturedly and rolled over to give Tujal her privacy. The Holdbred had some silly notions, but he respected them none the less. Well most of them anyway, the idea of a woman being pregnant till she wore out did not apeal to him at all. Weyr women could be twice the age of a holdbred woman and look years younger.

"So then Lady shall I escort you back to the barracks? Or will Amenth bother you too much will all her rolling around?" I'slen grinned like a cheeky boy which was what he felt like, a cheeky, tired, lovesick boy. He yawned and stretched, grimacing as the threadscore on his side pulled. Blasted thing, he and Wes should have learned to duck earlier. The bronze hadn't been injured in that fall and I'slen was plenty thankfull for that to deal with his own scoring quietly.

[Memorie]

She pulled on the shirt quickly and hung his towel up in the bathroom so it would dry. She hung the other one up too, after brushing her hair carefully with her fingers. Brushes got caught too easily in the heavy, thick, wet mess. "You're right. You'll be lucky to have a pair of pants to your name after I'm done," she said honestly.

When she came back into the room, she found him rolled over on the bed. Grinning, she took a running dive and landed next to him, laughing. "You have a very nice bed," she said. "Perfect for diving. And I thought we had decided that it was best for me to sleep next to your warmth tonight," she said, affecting a false congestion to her voice. She noticed the threadscore. Tracing it with her finger, she frowned, eyebrows knitted. "How did you get that?"

[LyricalBlue]

I'slen flipped over, grabbing her hand lightly and kissing it before letting it go once more. He smiled a smile only Tujal would ever see and knew it as he did.
"In the first threadfall, Wes and I got a little careless." He smiled again and pulled the furs up over them. "Luckily I got the worst of the patch."
He yawned and stretched again, really he needed a big bed. He was too tall of a normal one and besides bigger ones came in handy for... entertaining.
The bronzerider tweaked her nose again.
"Now to sleep with you rascall or the Weyrwoman will have my hide on her bed. He kissed her forehead and wished he could do so much more than that, but not tonight. Tonight they both needed sleep.

He reached out to Weseaneth and was greeted by a loving, mostly asleep response. When his eyes focused back it was on Tujal. Oh yes, he could love this woman as much as his dragon and intrestingly enough the bronze seemed all for it. Wes had said she was good for him, well maybe she would be if she didn't drive him insane first.

[Memorie]

His smile caught her totally offguard, and made her shiver. By the Shell, she thought. "How is that lucky at all?" she asked, pursing her lips. Then she ruined the effect by yawning, and her eyes started to water. "And if you tweak my nose one more time, I'll bite your fingers off." Still, she laid down her head and closed her eyes. It had been a very long, very interesting day, and now it was time for sleep to knit up her ravelled sleeve of care. "Your hide on her bed would make me jealous," she said sleepily, but still smiling.

Secretly, she wondered if Amenth and Weseaneth had had secret conversations that Tujal couldn't hear, or perhaps when she was asleep. It'd be easy enough to ask...but she was asleep, with her face very close to I'slen's.

[LyricalBlue]

I'slen pulled the furs up farther just to her nose and simply watched her for a moment. The silly clunch was as tired as he was. With another yawn, he draped on arm protectivly over her and drifted off to a happy warm sleep as well.