February 25, 2004
You slip passed the edge of the fence to the waterfall pool. B'myr comes over near the pool from the bowl. Shiae lounges here at the pool - not alone, but tucked into Orrath's forelegs and not Carianth's. Neither Orrath's...

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You slip passed the edge of the fence to the waterfall pool.

B'myr comes over near the pool from the bowl.

Shiae lounges here at the pool - not alone, but tucked into Orrath's forelegs and not Carianth's. Neither Orrath's lifemate nor Shiae's is anywhere to be seen. While the Weyrsecond is accompanied by a few rolls of hide, they're currently set to one side while she murmurs to the brown.

"I'm just going to go sit by the water, Arisvath," calls R'hyn, as he clambers over the fence from the Feeding Grounds, his lifemate visible behind, diving at a young animal. Once his feet are back on solid ground again, the rider turns about, catching sight of Shiae. He ambles, bare-footed, towards her, brows lifted. "Er...?"

"And you can tell him..." Shiae trails off, looking over at the sudden arrival. "R'hyn? Afternoon. How's Arisvath?" Why no, there's nothing at all unusual about this scene, why d'you ask?

B'myr is winding away from the Southern part of the bowl and toward the Waterfall Pool pulling off his shirt in the process which causes him to miss the whole seen until he rather stubles across it in a manner of speaking.

R'hyn, digging his hands into his pockets, lifts his eyebrows. "Er, he's good, I think. Eating. He's hungry. Um. Where's Carianth?" He gives Orrath a brief, somewhat hesitant glance. Distracted, he doesn't notice B'myr - not yet, anyway.

Y'nis' brown regards R'hyn calmly, as unperturbed as Shiae by the bronzerider's discomfiture. "She's off somewhere. Fishing, I think." B'myr's shirtlessness earns him an appreciative whistle, while R'hyn only gets a grin. Poor R'hyn. "Orrath and I were just talking - well, I was talking and Orrath was listening. Carianth's refusing to help."

B'myr turns with shirt in hand at the whistle, a charming grin ready, though it turns into a chuckle when he notes who it is that's whistling. "Hey Shiae ... R'hyn ... how's the day going." The brown curled around Shiae gets a bit of a confused glance but it's probably better just not to ask.

"Oh," says R'hyn, eloquent as ever. He sits down, leaning up against a nearby boulder, and lifts his hand to B'myr. "Oh, hey. It's, er, not so bad, I think. -- But, um, Shiae, what's she refusing to help with? It's just a little... I'm not used to seeing you with a brown, I suppose," he concludes, lamely.

"Carianth's only a little smaller," Shiae teases, holding her thumb and forefinger an inch or so apart. Let's not mention the color issue. "Otherwise, practically the same. Afternoon, B'myr. Coming to swim, or just sh... coming to swim?" "--She's refusing to tell me what Orrath has to say." Flip flop, Shiae's having no problem switching between the two men and their dissimilar conversations.

B'myr isn't have quite as much luck keeping up with the two conversations and takes a seat of his own, bunching up the shirt between his hands as he thinks and catches up, hopefully, with the conversation. "In need of another translator then?"

R'hyn doesn't seem to be doing any better; though he appears to attempt to keep up with both conversations, he opens his mouth and nothing comes out, to which end he snaps it shut again, and looks confused. "Er," he says. "Now /that/ would get confusing. Orrath to Nhiameth, to B'myr, to Shiae."

Orrath snorts and closes his eyes; his part of the conversation, at least, is over.

"Indeed. And no thank you, B'myr, but the things Orrath and I were discussing I'd rather not share." She softens this blow - if blow it is - with another smile. "What are you two up to lately?"

B'myr shrugs, "Just offering some help." He nods in understanding to Shiae and as for himself shrugs again. "I took a visit to the Hold a few days ago, ran into an old herder friend and stayed for some food."

R'hyn draws his hands from his pockets, and lets them rest upon his thighs, murmuring, "Oh, but now I'm curious!" He leans back, legs outstretched, and comments, after B'myr, "Dix and I had a picnic on a beach, last rest day. That was nice."

"Sounds nice," Shiae agrees, then laughs. "Oh, food for both of you? That's what sticks out? Men! The way to their heart's through their stomachs, right enough."

R'hyn's expression turns slightly wounded, and he's quick to respond: "Well, what stands out for YOU? It was mostly the company, not the food, anyway."

Shiae says, "I was only teasing, R'hyn. How is Cardixa? If I'm not getting too nosy, are you two going to Weyrmate? Officially?"

"Sure," says R'hyn, a little hesitantly. "Teasing. Right." He bites at his lip, and shrugs. "We haven't talked about it, really. And I mean, there's Rhyena, and all. I don't want her to feel as though she has to share me. It'd be weird, to have them both stay over, at once."

Shiae adds a more gentle, "Sorry. Yes, I was. Who has to share you? Cardixa, or Rhyena? Surely the one is old enough to share, and the other too young to know she has to? And why should either of them mind?"

R'hyn scrunches up his face, though he does seem to have relaxed a little, and nods. "I meant Rhyena. She's getting older. I don't know - I worry too much, maybe. I don't want Dix to feel as though she has to play mother to my daughter, either, because I know she doesn't want children. It all feels kind of awkward."

"Have you asked her if she minds? Cardixa, I mean." Anything else she'd say is cut off as Orrath snorts, then gently shifts. "What? Oh, um... could you come help me up, R'hyn? I think Orrath wants to go." She offers a hand, her usual cane no where in sight.

"Not yet," admits R'hyn, distractedly. "I mean, that'd lead on to a discussion of weyrmating, and we haven't had that, yet. So, who-- Oh." He breaks off, a little belatedly, and hurriedly gets to his feet, reaching out to grasp at Shiae's hand. "Er, like this?"

Shiae says, "Just like that. I'm going, I'm going!" This last must be to Orrath, for as she pulls herself up (with plenty of wincing and some nice under her breath swearing), the brown withdraws his leg. "Thanks, R'hyn. Thank you, Orrath." Y'nis' brown doesn't reply, just moves off a bit before flinging himself into the air. "Ow. Shells. Why haven't you asked her about Weyrmating? Don't you want to?"

R'hyn's expression turns concerned, as he holds on, and reaches out with his other hand, just in case Shiae should fall, and need the extra support. "That's okay," he says, worriedly. "You all right? Er, I mean... can I do anything else?" Shrugging, he adds, "I don't know. I mean, I've never asked anyone to weyrmate me before. I've never lived, full time, with someone else. And she has to work so much... you know, with the wing and all."

Shiae orders, not dropping his hands, "Just let me get my balance. No, it just aches when I stand. I'll be all right in a minute." Though 'ache' might not be precisely the right word, considering how pale she got for a moment. But her color returns soon enough and she drops his hands, smiling. "There. That doesn't answer my question, though. Do you -want- to Weyrmate with her? If you do, what do you think you want?"

R'hyn holds his concern, his whole face pressed into tight lines as he watches. As his hands are dropped, he holds them out for just a moment more, in case, then shakes his head. "It, er, looks more than achey," he murmurs. "But okay. I... I don't know. Maybe. Yes. No. I'm not sure. I guess I'd like to, but I don't want to push too fast. And she might say no."

Shiae, as if to prove how healthy she is, takes a step back. "See? Well, what if she does say no? Will you cry? Fling yourself onto Arisvath's back and fly away forever? Question from me is, do you want her to say yes?"

"I'll..." R'hyn trails off, wrinkling his nose. "I don't know. I'll be disappointed, I suppose. But, you know, it's not a big deal, really. We still get to see each other a lot, and all. I just said I'd like her to, didn't I? I mean, if I asked, I'd have to want her to say yes, because if she did, and I didn't want her to..."

"Then you'd be stuck with her," the Weyrsecond agrees, most gravely. "Well, perhaps you'd better practice."

"Practice?" R'hyn sounds confused.

Evening twilight disperses and the true darkness of an autumn evening settles in fully. A blanket of gray clouds cloaks the skies: Rain might be forthcoming but, for now, the air is still and humid. The autumnal air still clings to the ends of summery humidity, but is cooler and fresher. (63F, 17C)

Shiae widens her eyes in an attempt to look innocent. If it weren't Shiae doing it, it might almost work. "Practice. You know, do it several times before the real time. You can pretend I'm Cardixa."

R'hyn takes a half step back. "Oh," he says, a little uncertainly. "Do you think that will help? I mean-- how would you know how to respond in a way that's like Cardixa would?"

"How do you know I won't?" the greenrider replies. "If you don't want to, R'hyn, that's fine. I was just thinking that it would be easier for you if you tried it a few times before."

Once again, R'hyn scrunches up his nose, and, finally, nods. "It might. Er... I'd like to try, I guess."

"All right." Looking around for something to lean on, she chooses one of the fenceposts and affects a casual air. No one here but us Wingleaders, right. "When you're ready.

R'hyn desperately keeps his gaze away from Arisvath, who has stopped eating, and now appears to be watching, with rapidly whirling eyes. R'hyn clears his throat. "Er," he begins, uncertainly. "Er... Can I ask you something? Um, Dix?"

"Um," R'hyn begins again. "So... I was wondering, and you can say no, if you want, but it might be nice. Because, and all, we like to spend time together, and sometimes we don't get to see each other enough, and--" he breaks off, and says, in a different kind of voice, "That isn't working. Er." Another pause, and then, "Um, Dix, will you move in with me?"

Shiae answers with an immediate, "No." "---Snoogywookums."

R'hyn turns pink, and then purple. "She wouldn't say that!"

Shiae attempts to look innocent again. "She wouldn't say no?"

"She wouldn't call me... snoggywhateverthing. She /might/ say no." R'hyn glowers.

Shiae only grins. "How do you know? All right, want to try again?" She returns to her 'hidework'.

R'hyn sighs. "She hasn't, so far. Why would she, now? It doesn't seem like her kind of thing." Taking a deep breath, he nods. "Er, Dix? Can I, um, ask you something?"

Shiae, once again, continues to scribble on a bit of invisible hide. "What is it, R'hyn?"

R'hyn hesitates, then gets down on one knee, and looks up at Shiae hopefully. "Will you weyrmate me?" His face has turned bright red.

Shiae flings the 'hidework' away, clasps her hands together before her chest. "Oh R'hyn! I'd love to!" Sotto-voice she adds, "You'll just have to imagine me - her - leaping into your arms. I'm not up for leaping."

R'hyn's beam is nearly as brilliant as it might be if Cardixa herself had actually said yes. "Oh! Oh, that's so great!" He nods quickly at Shiae. "Er, right. Imagined. Um. Do you think the knee thing is too much? She's not really the romantic type, and..."

Shiae says, "Hey, go for it. If you feel like you should be down on one knee, then do it. If you'd rather give her flowers or something..." She trails off, squints down at him consideringly. "Maybe ask her after another private dinner, like the one you had on the beach."

The deep blush has faded from R'hyn's cheeks; he's still blushing, but it's lighter, more expectantly embarrassed than currently so. He gets up from his knee, and nods. "Maybe. That could be nice. Just us, and all."

R'hyn adds, after a pause, "Should I sing?"

Shiae says again, "If you want to. Y'know, I don't think I've ever heard you sing. That might be nice. --Oh, good. I was just about to ask if I should go get someone to help you up. I..." Her eyes go vague, her attention elsewhere.

"Most people haven't," admits R'hyn, quietly - flushing. "Er... No, I'm fine. You what?"

Shiae comes back to the now with a shake of her head. "Sorry, Carianth." Explanation enough, it seems. "I need to go tend to an itch that needs tending RIGHT NOW. Oh yes, and E'van wants to see me." Carianth's priorities make the greenrider roll her eyes. "If you want to practice asking Cardixa later, though, I ought to be around."

R'hyn rubs dirt and ash from his pants, assuring Shiae, "They always have their priorities straight. Er, all right. I may do that-- I do appreciate it. I mean... it can't be /worse/ doing it for real, can it?"

"Probably not," Shiae solemnly agrees. "After all, she probably won't call you snoogywookums."

R'hyn flushes again. "Yeah, true," he agrees, bashfully. "She might say no and mean it, though, I suppose. Er-- thanks, though."

Shiae calls over her shoulder, "You're welcome. Yes, Carianth, I'm coming." She doesn't need to go far; before she's twenty steps away from the fence the green's landed, shooting R'hyn the Evil Carianth Look of Death! for doing horrible, unspeakable things to her lifemate. Up Shiae goes, and the pair of them head off toward the Council Rooms.

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Down on one knee! Tue Feb 24 Rumor Mill

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Two laundryworkers, having a cup of klah between loads: Two laundryworkers, having a cup of klah between loads:

"You know my sister? Helvira. Brownrider, insists her Meneoth is going to catch Hallisenth when she rises?"

"She does know that it'll never happen, right? It'll be Jeirath again. Everyone knows we'll never be rid of him. What about her?"

"Well, you never know. I think she's got a good chance. But anyway! Meneoth was feeding, late yesterday afternoon, so Helvira was in the 'grounds near him. And she overheard some conversation at the waterfall pool. Well, she's no gossip, but she couldn't help but hearing, you know how it is!"

"Yes, of course. What did she hear?"

"Maybe it's what she SAW that's most important. Our former Weyrleader, down on one knee in front of the Weyrsecond! And her calling him snoogywookums, too!"

"Oooo-aaah! That sly creature. I thought he was with that Wingleader, too! Wonder what she thinks of all of this! But did she say yes?"

"Hard to tell! Apparently, she wandered off after this, and he looked all funny, as though he was nervous or confused or something - you know, how he always looks - and then he left, too."

"Time to talk to Laerya, I think. If anyone knows what's going on, it'll be her!"

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