Good morning... or not? (Iaslia)

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Morning light filtered into the new Weyrwoman's Weyr, two dragons a Bronze and Gold slept on the ledge curled about one another much like the two humans inside. Ev'os felt his body stirring but refused to open his eyes just yet. It was only a moment but he wanted to relish in it while he could.

He felt the body of the tall woman beside him and smiled. Wonderful would be a good word to describe this feeling. It was as if the world could not bring him down, no matter what happened.Ev'os knew he loved the fiery red head beside him more than he ever dared to love another human being. Feelings however could not control the man's mind enough for him not to realize how bad this situation was for the Weyr.

He agreed with himself that for the moment he needed to keep the negative thoughts clear so that she would have time to enjoy waking as much as he had. Opening his dark eyes he looked up at the ceiling. Not much to look at really, he blinked a few times before turning his head so that he could watch her sleep.

With one hand he gently smoothed some stray strands of red gold hair away from her peaceful face. Then without thought he kissed her forehead gently. "Good morning beloved." He whispered to her, still smiling like a fool. Then he looked out at the slumbering dragons, watching as Rovanoth's body began to move now and again. He would be awake soon, all too smug with himself no doubt.

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When she thought back later, Iaslia was never sure weather it was the sun shining through the clouds or Ev'os's hand brushing along the side of her face. She groaned and rolled over, rubbing the sleep out of her eyes with one hand. As she focused, she of course couldn't help but see the face that was inches away from her's. And the goofy smile plastered on Ev'os's face made the blood drain out of Iaslia's. Oh Faranth, if Ev'os was here then... she sat up to look out to the ledge and sure enough, Rovanoth was curled around Nisurath like a protective cloak.

Iaslia swallowed and took a deep breath before looking back at Ev'os. The weight of the situation crashed down upon her shoulders. Two years of back breaking work, of isolation, it hadn't prepared her for the thought that she would be Weyrwoman. This should be Gaelle's weyr, not hers. And Ev'os, in bed with her? They had always been close yes, over the two years with just their Weyrling class, they had grown closer. But shards! He was her uncle! Messy red eyebrows knit together as she thought and in typical Iaslia fashion, she did so quickly.

There was no point in wondering why or how Rovanoth had joined the flight. What had happened had happened, and well... she didn't exactly regret it. Ev'os's words sank through her still sleep fogged mind and she raised one eyebrow. Beloved? When did that happen? Or was it just the flight talking? Iaslia pushed her wild hair backwards, thoroughly enjoying how short it was now. Ev'os... well, she knew his mind almost as well as her own. He would make a good Weyrleader no doubt, though there was likely to be some contention among the bronzes, but that after all, was what she was there for.

"Hmm well, this will be interesting." Iaslia grinned back at Ev'os, but it was her typical mischievous expression. Did she love him, yes. But was she in love with him? Right now was not the time for that nonsense. They had a Weyr to run. She reached out and patted Ev'os leg, still smiling. "Caught her unawares. Rovanoth didn't give her much of a chance." Ah well, such tactics were for the best or likely, stubborn Nisurath would have flown till her wings dropped off.

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Watching the emotions pass on her face, he knew she was thinking as he had about the situation. They were completely stuck now as Weyrleader and Weyrwoman. No one would really be pleased about this news and he could think of one person in particular who was probably going to give him an earful later. Still there was a Weyr to run and little things like this were not indicators of good or bad leadership.

She was visibly upset with him, he knew that she had good reason. Though quite honestly he did not really believe Rovanoth would give chase and when he did there was no stopping him. Ev'os could have given a million excuses but it was not his way. He took responsibility for the things he did. Although he hardly saw this as completely negative. There were days he would give anything to not be related to his brother and this was definitely one of them.

Relieved that she had finally stopped glaring at him and had agreed to be mostly pleasant. "Yes, interesting is a good word for it. I do not think Kess will ever forgive me, nor do I think E'dian will. I was not even sure what you would do..." Ev'os felt horrible about this at least on some level.

He explained Rovanoth's actions, "Nisurath was tiring and though we enjoyed seeing her free, she would have been caught sooner or later. Rovanoth would not pass up his chance to catch her. Especially not with Bronzes who had more stamina about..." Would he admit his own dragon was tiring? Shells no!

"We have a lot to discuss about the Weyr, if you are up for it?" Ev'os stated as if suddenly this was no longer and intimate meeting but a professional one. They needed to focus on something that was not related to feelings or what happened the night before.

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He switched with her moods, in the instantaneous response they had both grown used to. Kess and E'dian, well she was really in no mood to think of either of them. Right now she wanted to get clean and have time to think. Ev'os... her uncle... As much as she tried to focus on matters at hand, everything paled and on top of that she was dreadfully sore. And she knew very well what everyone meant now about not waiting till your dragon rose to... try out relationships. She glanced at Ev'os guiltily. He of course, knew everything and somehow accepted it in stride.

Right, business. That was the best option. She was not going to think about the lump in her stomach or the fluttering feeling in her gut. No, that was for later. Iaslia sild off the bed, taking a fur with her and wrapping it about her thin form. Faranth, he really knew everything about her now. Iaslia felt all too exposed and she didn't like it.
"I want a bath." With her normal rapid changes of mood, Iaslia turned and stalked towards the bathing room. Part of her regretted leaving Ev'os there in that bed... But it was Gaelle's bed, Gaelle's weyr. She didn't belong here and she certainly did not belong as a Weyrwoman.

Keeping the fur around her, she bent and turned the knob. Thank the shell that the dormant volcano still managed to keep the water hot. As it poured into the large tub, she slid in, letting the fur slink down on the rock floor. Ev'os. Of course Rovanoth had flown Nisurath, he was the only bronze she'd known for two years. It really was an unfair advantage, but then, no one had expected him to ever be in contest for the young Queen. Not with Iaslia his niece in any case. She ducked her head under the water and snorted in frustration. As the bubbles collected around her head, Iaslia let the situation wash over her. She had been right initially, there was no use in fretting over it now. Now, she would just have to deal with the situation... and E'dian... and Kess... not to mention everyone else in this sharding Weyr.

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There was the whole trouble with this. They were not going to talk about it for longer than a few seconds. If they did not, Ev'os knew that she would continue to push it aside for all of time. Not wanting to deal with the truth of things himself only made things more difficult. They certainly could run the Weyr without emotions coming into play but their relationship, if that was what this was going to be, would never last. They would talk he determined but she needed her alone time. That he knew well enough.

Watching her get out of bed and head towards the bath she wanted. He could wait for her to come out but the rumbling in his stomach demanded otherwise. Rapping on the door of the bath neither loudly nor softly he spoke, "I'm going to the Weyrhall to grab something to eat. I'll be back in a little while." He had not eaten in about twenty four hours and neither had she. Besides a walk could clear his head and he would then be able to handle Weyr bussiness.

About a candlemark later Ev'os returned, without food. He had left his tray at the hall and for good reason. The new Weyrleader found himself now even more than before the talk of the Weyr. He needed to see Iaslia before word reached her ears which could be all too quickly around here.

He entered the Weyrwoman's Weyr without knocking but he doubted that he needed to. Rovanoth insisted that he come to the weyr first and if she had decided to leave that he did not know because Nisurath was napping. The Bronze's tone seemed to suggest that he not bother the Gold. The flight coupled with Betweening times had worn them all out.

"Iaslia?" He called into the seemingly vacant weyr.

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When Ev'os had left, her mood had turned particularly stormy. Shards and shells, he couldn't even stick around. A grown man and he still thought with his stomach. She stewed the whole time he was gone and it was just as he returned that she had toweled her hair dry. Simple leather pants and a loose, light blue blouse were the clothes of choice. As she stepped out into the weyr to stop and watch her still sleeping gold, she sighed. Why had the flight gone the way it had? Her shorn hair was a frizzy red halo about her head and as she turned to see Ev'os, the look on his face stopped her in her tracks.

That was a look she knew well, even if she didn't fully understand it. He had something to say, something that would change things. She reached out to touch Nisurath's mind, but the gold was still fast asleep. Well, at least one of them could rest right now. Iaslia grabbed a brush and attacked her hair, responding to Ev'os with as cool a response as she could manage. Maybe he had brought her something to eat, that would be redeeming. And she was really in no mood to go visiting in the Weyr Hall.
"Yes?"

No, the Hall was best avoided for now. It helped that there was work to be done. She had to meet with the Headwoman and see how things had managed while they had been gone. Iaslia wasn't quite sure how long it had been for the Weyr. That and business would help her avoid E'dian and Kess for awhile, she didn't fancy the response those two would have to the flight. But try as she might, she couldn't get her mind out of the circle of worry around the flight. Why oh why had Rovanoth won?

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There were things that every other Bronzer would have thought of before coming before her with this news. Food being one of them. Ev'os was not like other men and therefore had completely forgotten food in his urgency to speak with her. He was a bit single minded when it came to important things and this was important to him as he knew it would be to her.

While she seemed almost angelic with her hair frring around her head like that, the cold greeting she gave him was far from sweet. He knew better that to be taken surprise by them. That he understood her better than anyone else besides herself and Nisurath, was no secret. He could just blurt it out but he felt the need to tease her with a story instead.

"About twenty one turns ago a young woman died giving birth in the lower caverns at the same time another older woman lost her newborn son. The healthy mother took the healthy baby as her own and raised him as such. No one was the wiser except for her weyrmate. The boy grew up believing them to be his true parents and many even claimed that he looked like his father. It was not until today that he found out the truth..." If he was staring at her it was because he wanted to see her reaction. "I'm fostered Iaslia, my true mother died and who knows who my father was but I doubt he is alive or people would see the resemblence." He did not take into consideration that he could very well look just like his true born mother.

After the story his stomach grumbled again,"Flaming shards of Faranth! I forgot the food..." He looked apologetic really. Then an idea flashed into his mind. "We don't have to go to the Weyrhall. We're the leaders of this Weyr." They had shafts to call down into for food. With that he called down for food, enough for two people and enough variety that they could pick and choose what they wanted to eat.