Eating for Two?

[Dizzy]

'Must be the twelfth candlemark?' Kyparla in a thin long tunic padded quietly to the Night Hearth, not wanting to wake anyone... it was bad enough that Savath couldn't sleep because of her. 'Food... need food.'

You are hungrier than me... A humor tinged the gold's sleepy voice as she touched her rider's mind. She worried for the redhead's discomfort.

Not funny Savath... 'I do feel like I could eat an entire herdbeast though...' Kyparla shivered at the visual image she got from that thought, a vision of Savath's feeding habits. She shivered again.

'If I am not hungry... I have indigestion.' Kyparla gave a sigh... as she went through the larder left close to the Night Hearth. 'Hopefully Kezna saw fit to have it filled.'

Giving a shrill punishing squawk, Rico circled above the gold rider several times before landing on her bare shoulder. "Shhh... you'll wake the entire Weyr you dimglow. Ouch... be more careful" Kyparla had left the little bronze asleep on her couch... she had given up sending him out after food. Very little ever made it back to the redhead.

[Dizzy]

The tall man his arms folded and foot braced, leaned against the rigid door post. He remained quiet, enjoying watching the scene created by the Weyrwoman and her tiny bronze. His stark blue eyes raked over the small frame of the woman, taking in her loosed tussled red hair and the thin almost indecent tunic she wore. His eyes went to the small bulge of her stomach… barely visible. ‘How could I not have noticed?’ The Weyrleader cursed himself… He was busy running the Weyr, going over strategy and getting his own wing fighting ready but still… not notice the woman was pregnant… and pregnant for at least six months. A thoughtful grin tugged at the corners of G’llahar’s lips, ‘So beautiful… and my child.’ His throat tightened with emotion, it felt like something griped the muscles of his groin and abdomen, clenching them. The blond man was caught off guard… surprised with his sudden wanting of the gold rider. He tried to repress the feelings of longing.

Kyparla dislodged Rico again, sending him to the ceiling beams. From there he still scolded. “I said sshhh Rico.” Taking a small bite of the cold meat roll she had found the red head turned, readjusting the half skin of red fruit juice and getting a better hold of her cup before she went back to her weyr. She took a sharp intake of breath at the sight of the man standing just a small span away. Kyparla fought hard to choke down the bite still in her mouth. “Weyrleader…”

“Woman, we are not on official business. How many times do I have to ask you to call me G’llahar? He covered the distance ‘tween the two in only a stride.

[Dizzy]

Blushing, the young woman looked down. She felt caught, Kyparla couldn’t get over feeling like an erring hold brat. She fought the urge to take a step backwards.


“G’llahar… I…” Words escaped the gold rider, then she laughed. “I was hungry.”

“I guessed that.” The bronze rider’s words sounded dry in his throat, husky. He reached out, touching a strand of her hair, before dropping his hand to his side again, checking himself. “I was a bit hungry myself… care if I join you?” ‘It’s high time I start courting her… I can’t loose her.’ A deeper voice rumbled his agreement.

“Yeah… I don’t mind, if you can find something left that is.” Instead of heading back to her weyr, Kyparla went to one of the tables close to the night hearth. The bronze rider followed her. They both reached for the back of the chair at the same time, their hands touching. The gold rider jerked back, allowing G’llahar to seat her.

“I’m sure I can find something.”

[Dizzy]

G'llahar's hand rested on the back of the gold rider's chair for a breath longer than need required. Returning to the larder he rummaged through the leftovers that had been put away, he found a few pieces of fruit and some cheese and bread; taking those he went to the hearth. The coals were still burning bright, "Is the stew worth bothering with?"

"I'm not sure... I didn't check." Kyparla stuffed the crumbs that tried to fall back into her mouth. She pushed her chair back and stood. Taking a few quick strides toward the hearth the gold rider picked up a cup and plates. "Fortin was in a mood tonight... he had all the kitchen help worked up. It's way there isn't that much to choose from."

Wrinkling his nose, G'llahar put the lid deftly back on the pot. "It isn't fit for a wher. I swear that man ruins more meals than not." The bronze rider sat the cheese and fruit on the plate and pulled out a chair. "Thanks for the cup."

"Dinner wasn't that bad, but he and Kezna got into another argument." Kyparla picked up a red fruit turning it over in her hand looking for blemishes. "Anything fixed after that either had too much spice or was over cooked." Taking a bite of the fruit, Kyparla held out the other half of her meat roll. "You're welcome. Do you mind pouring?"

"No thank you." Clearing his mouth the bronze rider reached across the table and picked up the skin of fruit juice, he watched the gold rider as he poured.