December 5, 2002
In a shock event, Serriena propositions R'hyn.

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R'hyn's hard at work, apparently-- head leaning down, over a hide in front of him, an empty klah mug sitting beside him. There is a stack of hides to one side, several different sized stylus' on the other.

Serriena enters the weyr with hides in her hands, more to no doubt add to poor R'hyn's pile. Niaryth is walking with her, the gold coming to visit her favorite male. She gets the easier part of the job, eat, sleep and be attended to. Serriena gets the rough portion. "Evening R'hyn," she calls out as she walks in, to announce her presence.

Arisvath immediately lifts his head, emitting a warm rumble towards the queen as he makes space for her beside him - there's no chance that he'll let her be anything of a distance. "Come in," calls R'hyn from the inner bubble of the weyr cavern, standing up to greet the Weyrwoman. "Not more?"

"I'm afraid so," Serriena nods. She gives a grin, "Lucky for you, I like you. I've already filled in all the information requested, but since they need your signature and not mine, I simply need you to sign five times on each hide and then it will be satisfied." Okay make that a cheeky-grin - she's teasing.

R'hyn promptly sticks out his tongue, and equally promptly, blushes faintly. "How sweet of you," he drawls, reaching out his arms to accept the pile of hides.

Niaryth settles herself next to Arisvath accepting that space as her territory only. She wraps her tail to his, letting her love for the bronze show in that small gesture, but also in the reflection of her multi-faceted eyes which are lavender in contentment.

Serriena is more than willing to plop those hides into R'hyn's arms. They are so terribly heavy after all -not-. But the five are awkward. "Seriously it just needs to be signed," she does state to clarify that part was correct. "I'm trying to get you the most help I can so you don't get swamped down in all this hidework. It's the worst part of the job." She looks for a chair to sit in.

R'hyn gives a somewhat dubious smile of thanks, as he sets the hides down upon the table, though he notes, "I don't mind the hidework too much. Don't give yourself more work than you already have - it isn't fair to you."

"To be honest this is what I've been doing all my life, writing on hides." Serriena points at the variety of stylus writers on your desk, "I have one of each of those in a personal set engraved with my initial on them. My foster mother Faitil had them made for me for my tenth turnday."

R'hyn shrugs his shoulders, admitting, "I still don't want you to have to do more than you need to. You shouldn't have to cover for me." He takes a seat back in the chair he was in before, glancing down at the set of stylus'. "Oh, really? That sounds really nice."

Serriena suddenly blushes for no reason at all at your words, the former set of words. "Ah... it's okay. I don't mind doing it." She glances at Niaryth with a dark look and then turns back to say, "Yes," with a somewhat distracted set of tone. "It is." Awkward pause. Not Serri-like at all.

R'hyn blinks several times, tilting his head to the side quizzically. "If you're sure," he murmurs, somewhat slowly. The glance towards Niaryth has his own gaze following, down the passage towards the pair of dragons, and he blinks again. "Are you, uh, okay?"

Serriena finds a chair and plunks herself into it. "Why?" she asks defensively? "Do I not look okay?" She puts an elbow on the table, putting her chin in her hands and looking up at you with this rather, - don't I look innocent and I'm not up to anything nor do I have anything to say- look. Which of course, means she probably does want to talk, since she's terrible at it.

"You're acting oddly, at least it seems that way to me, and that's confusing me and I don't know what to think, so sorry," garbles R'hyn, blushing again.

"Sit down," Serriena points to your chair, "At least if you want. You might want to anyways.." she's acting nervous because one leg is tapping against the floor. She stands up, only after having just sat down, and starts to pace some.

Dragon> Arisvath senses that Niaryth is rather sleepy, the day has been very warm and you are extremely warm as well, an appreciative thought bearing that. But her mind is on all things she considers important and your happiness is one of them. << R'hyn will be happy tonight Arisvath and so will you >>

R'hyn gives Serriena another dubious glance, but nods, leaning his arms forward onto the table. "What is it?"

Dragon> Niaryth senses that Arisvath's warmth is echoed within his mind-touch, too - like a warm and fuzzy blanket, buffeting your thoughts. << Will he? Will I? Why? >>

Dragon> Arisvath senses that Niaryth is perfect when she schemes, although it is only in her nature to do so for the good of someone else. << I have been talking to Serri about helping him with his problems. >> She's being a bit mysterious about her thoughts, as if not ready to reveal them.

Dragon> Niaryth senses that Arisvath is curious, but does not ask as such - he merely hovers, interested. << His problems? Oh. >>

Serriena continues to pace a moment longer and then tries to sit still once more in the chair opposite of you. Her legs cross together, hands drawing together into her lap as she opens her mouth to say something, and then promptly closes it. This process is repeated several times before she finally blurts out, "R'hyn I *HIC*-" and that's as far as she gets because she suddenly hiccups, loudly.

R'hyn watches in confusion, half standing up as if to try and assist Serriena, in a worried kind of way, before he sits back down again, tilting his head back to the side. "What is it? Do you need something to drink?"

Dragon> Arisvath senses that Niaryth does not wish your peace to be disturbed by any problems R'hyn may have, her thoughts tell you that. << His mother is a real concern of his. Along with the hidework. We have taken care of the hidework >> But what to do about the mother?

Dragon> Niaryth senses that Arisvath can accept both of those, though he notes, << It is the work, not so much the hidework -- though he appreciates the efforts yours has gone to. And the mother? >>

Serriena hiccups again, "Yes," she manages to say before hiccuping. "Oh shards," she curses and hiccups, standing to meet you halfway, "This would *hic* happen now." She looks perturbed by something - not the hiccups.

R'hyn gets up again, rapidly, turning around to busy himself with pouring a glass of cold water, which he hands back to Serriena, still watching her nervously. "What is it?"

Dragon> Arisvath senses that Niaryth nuzzles you softly, a rumble sounding from her chest, in content. << Yes, his mother causes him stress which can affect his work. We must make R'hyn as relaxed as he could want to be. >>

Dragon> Niaryth senses that Arisvath, thoughtfully, wonders, << And how can we do that? >>

Serriena drinks the water, taking a long gulp from it. She lowers the glass, halfway empty, and looks at R'hyn. For a moment she is silent, waiting to see if the hiccups are gone. Her cheeks flare red as she says, "Well fardles and shards, R'hyn..." down her gaze goes to the ground. When she looks back up, her cheeks are still pink and her eyes are bright as she says, "Will you take me to bed tonight?" Not the most romantic of propositions, but, very direct.

R'hyn goes squeak. "Wh--what?"

Dragon> Arisvath senses that Niaryth lets you in on her thoughts. << By giving her what she wants...so she will leave R'hyn alone >>

Dragon> Niaryth senses that Arisvath considers this, agreeing with it - at least upon principle - though his attention is rather lost for at least a brief moment, as R'hyn chokes.

Serriena can't look at R'hyn. She directs her gaze away, to the ground. "Um..." The Weyrwoman, turns out to be shy when she's not prodded by Niaryth's wanting. "Will you..." She glances at Niaryth and back to you, ".. to bed." She raises her hands as if to cover her cheeks.

R'hyn shakes his head, in utter confusion. "But, Serri, why? You and I-- we're not, we don't... Do we?"

Dragon> Arisvath senses that Niaryth conveys concern << Perhaps you should talk with him love? Serri is very nervous. She's not saying what she means. >> Niaryth seems a bit anxious about that < > Logical. - pure simple logic.

Dragon> Niaryth senses that Arisvath considers this, warmth flickering with green flames, the darkest of bronzes lapping against it. << I will try. It-- makes a logical kind of sense, >> he assents.

"No!" Serriena suddenly looks up, "I mean - yes!" She pauses, "No.. well." She stammers and then says, "R'hyn I care about you." She laces her fingers together, tapping her index fingers together. "But I'm thinking for both of us." She finally gets out what she wanted to say originally. "Remember how you told me your mother is pressuring you to have children -- particularly girls?"

For a moment, R'hyn looks relieved, then confused again. He nods, once, standing beside the chair he was sitting in before, his left hand grasping to the wooden edge as if it were the only thing keeping him from falling down. "Er, yes. But what has that got to do with anything?" A little dense, tonight.

"Well I want a little girl," Serriena says, her voice softening, "Before I get much older." She pulls her hands apart, "But I don't have a weyrmate, nor am I inclined towards any males of this weyr..." she pauses, "But Niaryth said we could solve both our problems if you took me to your bed." She nibbles on her lip uncertainly, "It made sense at the time..." as if it might not make sense now, that she's actually asked - bluntly and badly.

R'hyn hesitates, looking frankly terrified. "But how do you know you'd actually get pregnant, if we-- and what if it was a boy, and not a girl, even if it-- I don't know what to say," he admits, finally, though he takes a step forward, adding, "It makes some sense, I suppose."

"I don't know," Serriena says honestly, "And I know I didn't get pregnant from their flight," she glances at Niaryth and Arisvath curled together, "But there are ways to ensure you /do/ get pregnant," she says, "Like not taking the tea the healers give to you, and also --" she blushes, "doing it more than once." She glances at the bed. "And I know we wouldn't know if it was a boy or girl...but I'd like to try.. if I don't get a girl I wouldn't love a son any less." She looks at you, "And it would get your mother off you, about having children."

R'hyn's hand loosens from the edge of the chair, and he slumps into the seat, lifting his head so that he can watch Serriena nervously. "There's, uh, a certain sense to it," he admits, voice quavering somewhat. "I-- if that's what you're sure you want, Serri, I'll not object." Blush.

Serriena blinks. Well, apparently by the blank look on her face, she didn't think R'hyn would accept. "You will?" she squeaks, then corrects - "I mean you won't?" And to clarify, "object...that is." She blushes when you do. "Thank you?" What does one say in the face of --acceptance? Especially when Serri isn't sure if she should be joyed, relieved or just nervous.

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