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 Little Surprises, [SU:18 - Masque Night 1 - Frayya/L'aars]
Ives
 Posted: Feb 25 2018, 07:38 PM
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It was actually not that far off but far enough that the journey served its purpose. Jaireth had for his part accepted Sixwith’s presence over the seasons without any complaint; or rather if he did complain neither female was aware of it. The tan was not the jealous type so his constant need to chase everything that flew didn’t bother her at all - as far as she was concerned a ghost could not take flight in the same manner the other females did so there was little reason to be possessive of his time and attentions. They shared a ledge most evenings given that their riders were sharing a bed and while she did occasionally try and haunt him he was tolerant. Some semblance of a friendship had been formed between the two dragons which made Frayya feel even more at ease about how things stood between herself and the ironrider.

Between is such a lovely place, don’t you think? Sixwith was nearly obsessed with between, both the good and the bad. Ultimately it would claim them all and this she knew; she couldn’t help but feel she belonged there given her nature. A ghost did not really belong in the world of the living - yet she could not go and stay between for her rider’s sake. A dragon with no true place she was prone to fits of fantasy when she was not busy moving things about weyrs or haunting the residents of Dalibor. This is what it looks like, to me.

They had been flying over the water for some time, at least four dragonlengths away from the shoreline which was quickly disappearing in the distance behind them. Timor and Belior lit up the waters beneath them, silver light reflected not only by the full heavenly bodies but also the twinkling stars that dusted the night sky. Ahead there was no land, they had passed over the small bits of land that cropped up from the water already and all that could be seen to the left and right was similar to the path ahead. One wing tucked in slightly to allow a barrel roll that ended with her dropping closer to the water. Watching her reflection as well as the iron’s she gave a low warble, You almost look like a ghost, too. To her it was a compliment, to the iron it might not be.

Dancing the night away may have been the goal for many of the other party goers that evening but for Frayya it was decidedly not. The fact she had danced at all, much less as much as she had, was a pleasant surprise - spurred on by L’aars’ invitation to do so. Though neither of them was prone to actually joining the festivities beyond sampling wine and food they had enjoyed themselves, or she liked to hope he was enjoying himself. It was sweet, in a sense, the way he moved her about carefully while being mindful of others as well as her swollen belly. Eventually the throbbing of her feet and the general weariness she felt pulled her from the dance floor to sit. Hesitant to do so she finally gave in and kicked off her feet with a heavy sigh of relief - they were more like pretty prisons at this point than something she enjoyed wearing.

After sharing a meal with the man who had somehow managed to earn the normally cold and standoffish woman’s affection she smiled. Now would be the perfect time to show him her surprise - Pest’s arrival in the dining hall was the signal she’d been waiting for and Sixwith had Jaireth’s attention. Standing she wiped her face with a cloth napkin before glancing down at where she’d kicked her shoes off, ”Unless you wish to see me topple over like shellbeast I’ll need you to grab those for me.”

Without dragons to ferry them up to the weyr it was a slow and laborous journey that required more than one stop along the way. Frayya was in fine shape for a woman her age but the baby was not the only weight she’d put on and all in all things were simply more difficult for her. Soon enough she knew the reward would be worth all the frustration - for now she needed to stop and catch her breath every so often. If he chose instead to carry her part of the way she would not outright object, though she would likely nag at him for picking her up; as far as she could tell she was heavy as a herdbeast in her current state and she didn’t want him hurting himself on her account. Either way they eventually made it to his door and she gave a pleased, if not tired, smile.

”Go on, you first.” Then after a pause she actually smirked, ”Don’t worry, Sixwith didn’t redecorate.”

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I have little opinion of the Between.

Jaireth's curiosity about why Sixwith insisted he follow her out here had long passed. Most of the time, usually with his rider's blessing, he went along with the tan's schemes and kept her occupied. She was a pleasant diversion during the late candlemarks and he would be lying if he said he minded the company. Having a ghost haunt him daily was now part of the routine. Luckily for all parties involved he was a hard to bother sort of dragon.

Thus he went along with her when she bid him on journeys like these. No questions asked.

He peered at the tan as she likened him to a phantom like herself. Did he really look as she perceived herself? It was hard for the iron to imagine. The opaque glow and eerie transparency of death an image near impossible to overlay upon his dark, metallic form in his mind's eye. Perhaps it was the reflections, cast soft and cool that inspired Sixwith's remark.

How so? he asked after a pause, the picture in his head dashed away, leaving no trace of imagining behind.

As they discussed the between and ghosts, L'aars and Frayya danced. A strange state of being for two people who decided did not do such a thing. Their night of revelry ended sooner than most, the weight of their child heavy on Frayya's feet. She was weary and bid him to pick up her shoes. L'aars did just that, making no remark as he plucked up the footwear and guided the tanrider from the dining hall. He followed her pace. However fast or slow she went, he remained to her side, at ready should she need to lean against him. They made a couple stops and he did not hurry her or comment. In fact, he said nothing at all unless Frayya prompted first, content in the silence between them. Why fill the air with needless chatter?

He did feel a touch playful as they drew close to their destination. With care and a teasing murmur, he picked her up, placing her down again as they reached the entrance to his weyr. Heavy with child, she was still dainty compared to him, a fact that pleased him more than he would openly admit. L'aars made to let her in only for Frayya to smirk. Oh? He should go in first? What mischief awaited?

"Should I be worried?" he drawled with an arched brow, stepping inside.

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Things now were a far cry from how they had been a turn ago this time. She’d been considering who to approach about fathering a child when a suitable man was dropped neatly before her. Or rather her dragon had meddled in his weyr and so she was the one doing the dropping in. Still, never in a million turns had Frayya expected things to play out this way. The tanrider had been content to be alone - it’s how she’d lived her many turns in the weyr thanks to the oddities of her dragon coupled with her own chilly nature. Now here she was being carried down long corridors by the man whose child she carried. She enjoyed the way he made her feel small and delicate; it was a departure from her day to day duties as a wingsecond. Always in control, always level headed, always the one others looked to - at least when it came to duty. Her free time was kept much the same with her paying close attention to every stitch and article of clothing she mended or created. To have someone else willing to share the burden of her pregnancy with her over the last few seasons… it was pleasant and unexpected.

Sixwith continued forth over the water - in time they would turn back but not quite yet. With her wings spread wide she captured the air beneath them and utilized it to glide for a distance before the need to flap once more stirred within her. It was a long flight but one she seemed accustomed to. At his inquiry the tan flexed her claws towards the water’s surface, doing her best to point to his reflection. Below, in the waters. Between the cool silver light of the twin moons in the sky playing off of his hide and the way his image was distorted below he indeed had a nearly ethereal look to him. Dark but flowing, a mystery. The more she focused on his reflection alongside her own the quieter she became, seemingly content to admire the make-believe iron in the waters while enjoying the cooling night air.

Smirking as he questioned her Frayya rolled her shoulders in a light shrug. Of course she knew there was no need for him to be worried but it was a tad fun to let him stew on it, wasn’t it? Instead of waiting for reassurance that would not come from the tanrider she watched as he stepped in ahead of her. Waddling in after him she closed the door gently behind them before leaning against the nearby wall. Settled against one of the free walls of his weyr was a beautifully crafted crib outfitted with a fluffy quilt whose panels wove a tale of brave dragons - a tan and an iron no less - who flamed thread from the skies. It paled in comparison to the tapestries that decorated some of the lower cavern walls but it was lovely nonetheless. Giving him a moment to take in the additional furniture she pushed off from the wall in order to come stand next to him, sliding her arm between his and his side. ”Luckily I’ve met a number of people across Pern with connections.”

That was all she planned to say about it - she’d petitioned her sister for her crib now that their child was growing but they had plans to have another child so Frayya had been left empty handed in that endeavor. So she’d taken it upon herself to reach out to some of her wealthier clients to see what deal could be struck with woodcrafters they were familiar with. A cheaper option would have been stone or even a bassinet woven of reeds and sticks; but she didn’t want to settle when it came to her child. Frayya was well aware she was not in the prime of her youth and this might very well be her only child, how she felt about that was a mystery even to the tanrider. Gently squeezing his arm in a soft show of affection she looked up at him expectedly, ”I hope you don’t mind, I had some of the weyrfolk move it in while we were dancing.”

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All thought stuttered.

The world a pinprick of focused reality.

He breathed in and time moved again.

L'aars stepped forward, wordless in the wake of Frayya's commentary, expression soft and hard to read. He stilled beside the crib. One hand lifted. A pause. Then he skimmed calloused fingertips across the wooden rails as if they were crafted of precariously spun feathers and a too harsh of a breath would topple it apart. He paused again before curling a palm around the edge, peering down into its depths at the quilt. L'aars didn't reach out for that. Simply stared. It was beautiful. All of it. The crib a work of art and the blanket finer than any he himself owned. There was an odd intermingle of admiration, satisfaction and outright fear that tangled in his gut.

"It's perfect," he murmured. He smothered the fear with the assurance that Frayya was healthy. No issues brought up by the healer that might affect the child. Nothing to suggest she wouldn't carry to term and birth a healthy baby. Soon, there would be a tiny infant in this crib using that quilt, screaming its head off for one reason or another at all candlemarks no doubt. (Then again, L'aars was apparently a quiet baby when he was born, fairly content as long as he was fed.) His hand slid off the rail and his thoughts trailed to his own commission in the works. It wasn't ready yet, but his brother assured him it would be done soon.

Glancing over at the woman at his side, he draped an arm around her waist and tucked her close. There was a distinct sense of permanence about a wooden crib like that. As if it were something to be handed down through generations. Having spent so much of his life in a weyr, L'aars almost forgot the heart deep connotations of thoughts such as those. Children belonged to the weyr, after all. Though they could leave it if they so wished, like his brother did, and pursue lives beyond its structured walls. "I was not expecting this." He paused and considered adding, 'Is this the goldentine?' But refrained.

Jaireth craned his neck to look down at his reflection. So that is what a ghost looked like? He looked...strange. Murky yet aglow. A transparency and etherealness befitting a creature far more graceful than he. Flowing... Sixwith thought her form flowed about like this water? While she did appear almost supernatural at times when the light caught her hide just right, flesh and bone briefly visible (or was that an illusion?), she didn't look blurry. His thoughts churned as he worked the concept through his head. You look more solid than I do as a ghost. he remarked after a long silence. His would have to squint to see his form clearly if he looked like that all the time and not just in moonlit reflections upon the water.

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Watching as he took in the sight of their child’s crib Frayya felt a surge of unexpected adoration. A practical woman to a fault she was not so inclined to frivolous emotional displays as many other of her gender; she kept her feelings under strict lock and key. Yet in that moment as his hands explored the solid railing and his head tilted to peer down at the quilt she had stitched together she felt herself tearing up. A part of her contributed it to the pregnancy - her emotions had been spread across the board for the last two seasons thanks to being with child - while another part of her wondered. Was it simply the hormones that came along with being pregnant or was it something more? Certainly being with the ironrider had stirred something inside of her, as loathe as she might have been to admit it at one point in her life she now had no such qualms. It was impossible to put a name to it but she felt comfortable and safe with the man, she felt far more like Dalibor was her true home now than she had in any of the many turns she’d lived there before.

Leaning into him as his arm snaked around her she smiled up at him, tears of happiness still threatening to fall down her cheeks. ”I am glad you like it.” There was nothing more to say, no explanation needed. They were not a pair that spent endless evenings talking or who went out of their way to make over the top gestures of endearment. That’s just how she liked it.

It was time to turn back now. As a ghost she did not feel weary but the iron might, they had flown for quite some time and it would be just as long to return. The surprise had gone off without a hitch and her need to distract the other dragon was gone. Sixwith, for all her oddities, had done a marvelous job of fulfilling her word to her rider and felt proud. It was not often she could do things for Frayya - being a ghost had so many downfalls - but tonight she had followed through. I do not see what you see, Sixwith gazed at the waters a moment longer before banking to the left so they could circle back. You are… handsome. It was a word she’d never used before and yet she plucked it from Frayya’s mind and felt it suited the iron. He was large, muscular, strong, all the things that would make him fit the word from a draconic point of view.

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