Waving a Yellow Rose (Tags M'ta)

[Ember]

Dy'shi woke up curled up against something warm. At first the blueweyrling saw nothing wrong with that since he frequently shared the bed with one of his siblings when he was a little younger. Realization dawned slowly as he felt for Chakraith's mind. What were they doing at his family's place? It was kind of unusual for a dragon to randomly be at Hyphen. Actually, he was fairly sure the Weyrlingmaster wouldn't appreciate them leaving Selenitas without telling her. The blue dragon radiated gentle amusement. Hers was not quite awake yet, but he ought to remember yesterday.

Chakraith gently reminded him that she had flown the day before and the person sharing his bed was most definitely not one of his brothers. The calm from his mindmate helped Dy'shi not overreact to the fact that he was indeed in a bed - naked - with a complete stranger. He rolled away from the source of the heat and slipped out of the covers on the other end of the bed. Cold, he commented weakly to Chakraith. He looked in ehr direction...only to see that the person on the bed wasn't the only stranger present. Dy'shi's face flushed when he realized he was sitting on the floor naked with an unknown brown capable of seeing him.

Sensing that it might help to inform Hers of the names of their guests, the female blue said, This is Behruth, his rider is M'ta. "Behruth. M'ta. Right..." the young teen muttered quietly. He attempted to sneak his way over to the pile of clothes abandoned on the floor. He pulled on his oversized shirt first (hey, hand-me-downs were handy for something) before beginning to dress the rest of himself. It was still very early morning, Chakraith assured him as he dressed. Plenty of time to go take a bath before the day really got started.

Chakraith turned her attention to the brown with her. We were warned that it could be quite upsetting to wake up next to someone unusual, but I admit I didn't quite expect Mine to be this worried. I do not regret my choice though, she voiced her thoughts aloud for the sake of politeness. She was not a terribly chatty dragon but she saw no need to be unfriendly in such circumstances. If she was calm and acting as though nothing was different than perhaps Hers would calm down more.


((In case you were curious, a yellow rose means friendship, apology, and dying/platonic love))

[Requiem]

It is not our wish to cause Yours any distress, Chakraith, the brown responded, a certain contentedness in his mindvoice that hinted at his calm. Comfortably coiled with the beautiful, unique female that was Chakraith, Behruth was in no hurry to move. The male was affectionate and liked to cuddle and touch under normal circumstances - perhaps a result of His always sleeping with him throughout the first two to three turns of his life - but he was especially affectionate with his mate. And she was his mate, until they vacated this weyrledge and went back to their regular lives. Humans make of Flying things that aren't and shouldn't be. Yours will surely be all right. I am very glad you chose to share this with me. The male nuzzled her shoulder lightly.

M'ta, who often awoke around this time, was not aware of the shape of his companion. No, he'd only awoken enough to notice the absence of warmth and skin. The brownrider whined wordlessly in his throat, groping for someone who wasn't there. "R'wign?" A low murmur, barely audible. "So early..." His weyrmate was never out of bed by the time he woke up in the morning. An eye cracked open, the man groggily sliding up onto one elbow and blinking around him, the furs pooling in his lap. He usually awoke more fully. He also hadn't normally been up for what turned into an hours' long endurance race of playful lovemaking. Always gentler under Ruth's influence, when the brown caught and possessed him completely it was even more pronounced. And it wore M'ta out entirely. His mind was taking awhile to process.

He blinked at the boy slowly, a flicker of a frown playing across his lips as he brushed long hair from his eyes. "One of Kale's frie-?" Not his weyr. Things were finally falling into place now, and quickly. Behruth's gentle amusement brushed across his mind. Chakraith chose us, ShortyMine, he stated happily, his jaws parting in a wide yawn. She says Hers is worried. No doubt. How old is he? Couldn't be more than...thirteen or fourteen. Behruth didn't answer.

Staying in the bed, M'ta pulled the spare thong from his wrist, pulling his hair back from his face and securing it at his neck with the leather. What do you say to a kid? He knew what they'd said to him in an entirely different setting, but that was hardly helpful. "If you'd like to toss me my pants, Dy'shi?" He knew most of the weyrlings by name, if not by face, able to pair them with their dragons. Behruth knew all the dragons. He loved the young ones and always had. The boy was so small. M'ta kept his nervousness hidden. Had he hurt him? Maybe. He supposed, though, that if it had been someone else - except perhaps Darya - it would have been worse, so at least there was that small consolation. Hopefully the kid didn't go to pieces on him. M'ta knew he couldn't handle that.

[Ember]

Since there was no response necessary for what Behruth said Chakraith didn't offer one. She was content as she was, curled up with brown. She might not have cared one way or the other about cuddling with another so long as she was comfortable she had no complaints. Chakraith felt no guilt when Behruth said he was glad she chose him. True, she had held hopes for another initially but if the brown hadn't earned her favour himself he wouldn't have been there with her in the morning. She returned the nuzzle by resting her own muzzle on his hide for a moment, eyes still watching Hers idly.

Dy'shi froze when M'ta sat up, eyes doing a fairly good imitation of a deer in headlights. Umm, umm. What to do! He could, of course, just flee the weyr and hope not to run into the man again. Kalierre's flight lesson came to mind though. It did seem rather rude to just...leave. Didn't change the fact that he didn't really want to be near M'ta. He loved Chakraith, he really did, but why did she have to put him in such strange situations? Granted, when she'd asked X'rx to...yeah, she'd kind of been helping him out. It wasn't really her fault he was too shy to ask anyone for that kind of help. Now he had woken up with a second man and...

Oh Faranth. He'd slept with a second man. Was he...was he gay? He hadn't considered asking a girl for his experience. Did that mean that he didn't like girls? Oh but he did find them pretty. That was a good sign. He liked pretty things and girls were pretty and...wait he liked pretty things? Wasn't that kind of girly of him? The boy's heads swam with his unusual thoughts and he started at M'ta's voice. He didn't know how the man knew his name, though Chakraith might have told Behruth. He reached for the man's pants and tossed them at him.

Well, he didn't find M'ta pretty. Not to say the man wasn't attractive in his own ways.... The boy came full circle again. If he thought men were attractive then maybe he really was gay? Chakraith was female and she liked guys so maybe that affected him. He wasn't sure the bond even worked like that though. Actually, having thought about it, it probably didn't. Didn't remove his confusion and worry one bit though.

[Requiem]

The child's expression made M'ta internally wince. Now, the practical thing to do would be to remove himself and eliminate the awkwardness. Catching the pants one-handed, the brownrider drew himself further up to try to see if his shirt had ended up somewhere over there, too. Hm, not that he could see. Even though Dy'shi had doubtless seen men naked before - it was a Weyr and weyrlings usually had roommates, after all - in this case he thought it better to not put any more strain on the situation. It was perhaps a bit odd to wriggle into the pants while still in bed, but what could you do?

Sliding out from beneath the furs, he adjusted the collar on his neck to be sure it hadn't slipped to show the scarring, and wiggled his toes over the cold stone. "I'm not planning on doing anything," he murmured, the boy's flinch replaying in his mind. His frown was one more of concern for the boy than anything else. Was it really so bad as all that? No way to say, when Behruth consumed him beyond the reach of memory, though people seemed to act willing enough from what he'd seen before Impressing to the brown who seemed to chase every female that Rose. It was likely just soreness and thinking too much. That said...was it really his job to 'fix' this? Did it even need fixing? And if it did, could he fix it? Too bad there wasn't some sort of manual on how to treat thirteen turn old boys after a mating Flight. He was at a complete loss.

Dy'shi's silence certainly didn't help any, either.

Finding that he'd caught up his hair and was now twisting it between his fingers, he let it fall against his chest and stood up abruptly, face twitching in brief protest to the ache in his muscles. Tch. "Are you hungry?" He found the belts and scabbards littering the floor and deftly began rearming himself. Main belt low on the hips, belt knife attached. Second belt rode on his waist, the blade nestled in the small of his back. Third strapped over his chest, positioning a final one between his shoulderblades. His long dirk was strapped to his thigh next. He always went fully armed to the jungles, even if he didn't usually stay that way once he returned to the Weyr itself. "You haven't seen my shirt anywhere, have you?" He crouched, bending forward to peer under the bed.

An instant later, the short man was worming underneath it, exhaling to flatten his chest as much as possible while he groped for the shadowy object he'd seen. An empty pillowcase was flung back out from under the bed, toward Dy'shi's feet. Lovely. Not what he was looking for. Easing back out from under...he ran into a smaaaalll problem. Apparently this bit of furniture was lower to the floor than the one he and R'wign used. And, while it was fairly easy to force an object that swelled gradually into an enclosed space, the difference between the dip of his back and his shoulderblades wasn't gradual. Squirming with some annoyed huffs, the man stopped. Perfect. Stuck. Half under a bed. Juuuust perfect. Behruth's amusement swelled more as he muttered a few choice words.

"Hey, kid, a little help?" he grunted.

[Ember]

Dy’shi was quite unaware he was making M’ta uncomfortable by his silence. Normally quite aware of other peoples’ feelings, that morning Dy was oblivious to all but his own nervousness. It didn’t even occur to him that M’ta might be feeling uncomfortable as well. He was vaguely aware that the man was shifting on the bed but it didn’t really register. The brownrider’s words snapped him out of his thoughts though and he blinked. Oh dear…oh dear, oh dear. He’d been completely and totally rude, spacing out on M’ta like that. Judging by what the man had said he was a bit concerned that Dy thought something ill of him. That wasn’t right. It was entirely not M’ta’s fault Chakraith chose Behruth (though that knowledge likely wouldn’t eliminate the awkwardness entirely).

The boy managed to find his voice to respond to M’ta’s question. His tone was nervous but responding was an improvement to not. Conversation of any kind would help ease out the last of the tension, or so Dy’shi hoped. “Yes.” As if vocalizing his hunger wasn’t enough his stomach let out a quiet rumble. He doubted M’ta heard it from where he was but it made Dy more aware of what he could be doing instead of being an awkward nuisance in the brownrider’s mind. He watched with open curiosity as the assortment of weapons were strapped on. He only had the one blade - a gift from Katar - and that was sitting in his weyr. He thought it was amazing that M’ta carried around so many blades.

As for the man’s shirt…Dy’shi looked around near where he was but didn’t spot it. It may have ended up under…the bed. Evidently a place M’ta thought it might be too. The boy’s brows shot up in incredulous surprise as the other guy attempted to squeeze under the bed. Tried, succeeded and got thoroughly stuck. It probably would have been better for him to do that rather than the bigger man. Hindsight was a rather useless thing though. Instead he ought to help M’ta get out from under the bed. Dy’shi might have been nervous but he wasn’t mean enough to leave someone with such a problem.

He approached the brownrider and crouched, tilting his head to one side and trying to figure out what to do. He could pull on the rider and hope it dislodged him but that might hurt him. “Umm, do you want me to just pull you? Or I could try lifting the bed….” There wasn’t a whole lot of confidence behind his words and for good reason. He wasn’t all that strong. He was willing to bet the bed would be heavier than he could manage. Then again, it would only be a part of the bed he would have to lift. He was willing to try for the sake of getting the man out from under the bed with limited pain.

[Requiem]

Could hear Dy'shi moving around near him, and M'ta stilled so as not to knock into the boy. He bit his lip lightly at the questioning in the child's voice. Mm. Yeaaaahhh, what did he expect Dy'shi to actually do? Pulling him out from beneath the furniture was unlikely; for all that M'ta was short (some would say small) the man had a fair amount of weight on him. Certainly more than Dy'shi could easily move. The bed was hardly any better.

"Hold still, okay?" His arm snaked behind him, wrapping solidly around the blueweyrling's calf as he wriggled forward until the swell of his hips stopped him, then he curled his body back toward Dy'shi, dipping a shoulder and using the grip on the boy's calf to pull himself out. It took a bit of adjustment to free his other shoulderblade enough to completely slide his torso free, but he eventually managed it with another huff of annoyance. Well. That was an adventure. Releasing Dy'shi's calf, M'ta sat up and rubbed ruefully at one shoulderblade. "Note to self: climbing under furniture should be left to weyrbrats." He smiled crookedly at the boy. "Think I'll just go with giving the shirt up for lost for now."

M'ta reached up, using the boy's shoulder to stand before offering him his hand. Then he undid the belts that held his blades and ended up strapping them beneath his pants instead. Not terribly useful there, lying against his calves, but there was hardly a point in concealing blades if everyone knew where you kept them. (Not that there were so many options that someone who used knives and daggers often wouldn't have a pretty good guess.) "Okay, food. The drudges like to mess with me a little...my weyrmate cooks our dinner most of the time and we can get rowdy. But you're free to tag along." Can get rowdy. Nice euphenism, M'ta.

[Ember]

Dy'shi tilted his head at the request but a moment later he found out why he was asked to stay still. He focused on not being pulled off his feet while the brownrider worked at getting himself out from under the bed. Dy was a twiggy little thing and thus quite light. When M'ta managed to get out from under the bed he returned the man's smile with one of his own. A bit tentative it was but at least it was genuine. He might have offered to go under the bed for M'ta but he figured if the brownrider had seen his shirt he might have mentioned it.

He let M'ta use him to help him get to his feet before taking his hand with another faint smile, this one a little less tentative. He was being treated as an equal! A lot of people still treated him like a child and Dy'shi was tired of it. His frustration with that fact was a pretty good sign that he still was a kid. M'ta was not ruffling his hair or treating him patronizingly. Sure, he called him kid but words were different from actions in the weyrling's mind. Iskierka was sort of like that too. She didn't treat him equal to her but she held him to the same standards as the others in his class.

Dy'shi watched M'ta unstrap the sheathes but he turned his gaze away when they were transfered to the man's legs. It wasn't really of interest if they were on the man's legs. The mention of food had him glance up at M'ta's face and he tilted his head. The drudges messed with the brownrider? That wasn't very nice. It hardly seemed a fair punishment for being a little rowdy. People were rowdy all the time. Dy'shi's light frown was removed for a more neautral expression and he said, "Alright. Maybe they won't bother you if I come along."