December 6, 2002
Three days later, things are slightly more comfortable between Serriena and R'hyn.

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Three mornings and four nights later, the fourth morning, finds perhaps a less nervous pair than when previously started. Niaryth is curled up to Arisvath. She's taking advantage of every night spent with him to share her dreams and his couch between the two. Serriena is awake, dressed in her night shirt. She's at R'hyn's desk, writing some things down on a hide.

R'hyn's still asleep - at least, he's drowsing, not yet quite awake enough to talk, though he's been rolling over every so often, and his eyes have flickered open. He hesitates, stiffles a yawn, and then sits up, watching Serriena. "Uh, morning." There's still a blush there, but it's not so brilliant as it might have been, just a few days before. Arisvath nudges closer to Niaryth, tail twining tighter about her own.

"Good morning," Serriena turns her smile on R'hyn, looking up from her hides. Her gaze remains on him. "Did you sleep well?" She puts the borrowed stylus aside, standing and moving over to sit on the bed near him. Niaryth moves closer so that Arisvath can drape his wing over her. Her tail lazily tickles his.

R'hyn gives a half nod, evidently agreement that he did, indeed, sleep well, and pulls the sheets around his waist so that he can sit up and not worry about revealing anything too much - still far too modest. "And you?" He queries, quickly. Arisvath will never pass up such an opportunity, and drapes his wing quite cheerfully over the queen.

"What sleep I did get," Serriena teases, reaching out to touch R'hyn's face with a bit of affection, "was good." She doesn't miss his modest gestures, her eyes crinkling as she says, "I think I've already seen all there is to see." But she doesn't try to pull the sheet from him, allowing that modesty. "I woke up a bit early and started to catch up on some of your work." She inclines her head towards your desk, "I hope you don't mind."

R'hyn smiles, and the smile has something of a bashful, yet content, quality to it, though he promptly flushes again at mention to his modesty-preserving measures. "But it's been darkish, then, and there's been uh--ah, mood," he says, somewhat shyly. He nods quickly, adding, "No, not at all. Go right ahead. Make yourself at home."

"Okay," Serriena cheerfully agrees. She stands and moves back to the desk, picking up the stylus again. As she bends her head to work, she asks "Did you need any breakfast? I can have a tray called for you." The stylus moves on the hide as she writes.

"You're too efficinet," murmurs R'hyn, dragging himself off the bed - the sheet still clutched to his middle. "I'll just wash up, and all. Um, breakfast would be good, please. Will you join me, or have you eaten already?"

"I'll join you," Serriena looks up again with a smile. "I'm rather hungry myself. Been exercising more." She gives a little wink and then goes back to writing. "Well I promised to help you catch up, and if they don't see double the hides coming down to the records department they might suspect we aren't really working on them."

R'hyn goes scarlet, and turns away, though his 'mm-hmm' comes, as he heads for the bathing chamber. "You're right. Uh-- thanks, again. For helping me catch up, and all." He disappears into the bathing cavern, for a few minutes.

Serriena bends her head to work. Only once does she glance up and say, "Niaryth it's too soon to tell." She goes back to work on the hide, switching it out for another one when she finishes, laying it in a designated 'to be signed' file.

R'hyn returns, shortly, dressed in his usual breeches-and-a-shirt, and comes to sit down beside Serriena, "So I guess we keep up with this, until we know?" he wonders, nodding. "How long does it take, for it to be obvious?" Evidently, he heard those words before he went in, and thought over them during his bath.

"Yep," Serriena nods. "You're not regretting this are you?" She puts her stylus down again, looking him straight in the eye. "I mean, if you're not sure, we can stop now and I can take that medicine from the healers." She puts that option out into an offer, a way out. "I know I'm sure R'hyn, but if you're not, then now would be the time to back out."

"Not at all," says R'hyn, quickly. "No. I would never let you down like that. This is what you want, and I-- I think I'm okay with it, too. It'll make my mother happy, and that will make me happy." He meets her gaze, firmly, then turns away, head shaking. "No."

"Good," Serriena says. "Now I need you to answer one important question." She crosses her arms in front of her. "I need you to tell me what you want on your breakfast tray so we can eat." She gives an impish grin.

R'hyn briefly turns worried, then his face breaks into a grin, and he shakes his head. "Uh, eggs and toast? And klah, I suppose. Maybe a little sausage."

"Klah, eggs, toast, sausage," Serriena writes down on a small hide. "Sounds good, but juice for me. And slices of pork." She writes her breakfast. She closes her eyes, concentrating. Minutes later, a little blue firelizard pops from between, Twilight nattering and scolding from being left alone in the weyr all night. "Oh hush." Serriena ties the little hide to his leg and sends him out again, to take it to the kitchens.

"Thank you," offers R'hyn, as he runs his fingers through wet - and therefore, almost tidy, dark red hair - making himself comfortable at the table. "I'm really hungry, too."

"Me too," Serriena chimes in. She slides a stack of hides across to you. "These are the ones that have to have your signature, although there's one where Lord Timones requests for your advice." She grins, "Good luck giving that one advice. He never takes it, always does the opposite. So I recommend putting down what you /wouldn't/ have him do."

R'hyn picks up the nearest stylus to hand - it's not a particularly nice one, but besides glancing at it thoughtfully, he doesn't really seem to notice - and proceeds to work at signing the hides, one after another. "Oh, hrm," he says, thinking. He pauses for a while, and then, laughing to himself, jots down a short note. "That ought to do it."

After a while, Twilight comes back without the note attached to his leg. Serriena works on her hides, depositing a few in a 'taken care of' and a few in those signature piles. She writes steadily without saying a word, absorbed in her work. It's only when the kitchen hand comes in with a cheerful, "Your breakfast!" That her attention goes up. "Oh great." She smiles. She starts to stand, but suddenly sits back down behind the concealing desk. "Er, R'hyn would you be so kind to get the tray?" Someone's not properly dressed under .. her shirt.

R'hyn, evidently, hadn't actually noticed that - no doubt he wasn't looking, and blinks several times at the 'er', though he's not disinclined to get the tray anyway. Comprehension stirs, and he meets the kitchen hand with a scarlet rash upon his face. "Working early," he manages to get out, quickly, smiling hesitantly. "Uh, thank you!"

"Your welcome," the kitchenhand says with a smile at the Weyrleader and a wink. "Very welcome." She says turning and leaving, hips swaying to catch his attention on the way out. Serriena is hiding behind the hides, ducking her head low and holding her work high. "Oh shards," She peeks around the hide watching ..the kitchenhand with interest, the kind of one who is amused by another's actions, or reactions.

It's quite probably impossible for R'hyn to turn any more red, but he turns away and does just that, the tray wobbling in his hands. "She's /embarrassing/," he mutters, bringing the tray forward to set it upon the table.

"Yes and she's probably going to tell Auntie Iza what she saw," Serriena mutters. She reaches for the tray, snagging her juice and some toast. "Dig in," she suggests moving to work on her hides again. There's busy work to be done.

R'hyn grimaces, though the blush, slowly, begins to receed. "Thanks," he adds, as he butters one piece of toast, then covers it with eggs and some sliced sausage.

"She's right to be looking at you that way though," Serriena says after a while. "You're very cute. That red hair is attractive." She looks at you smiling and then back at her work, writing some more. After the toast is eaten, she reaches for a thick slice of ham.

R'hyn flushes, and concentrates overly much on his breakfast and hidework, signing his name every so often with an uneasy flourish -- it's crooked. "Uh, thanks," he murmurs, picking up another piece of toast.

Serriena continues to work, but her words and teasing get less and less vocalized as she starts to dive into the hidework, taking it seriously. In fact, she's writing very fast, yet her handwriting remains neat and legible as she works with R'hyn to get all the things done.

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