When Porcines Fly

Writers: Emma, Len
Date Posted: 30th May 2011

Characters: V'con, Ch'din
Description: Ch'din catches sight of V'con in women's clothing and takes the opportunity to make fun of the rider who keeps catching his green in Flight
Location: Dolphin Cove Weyr
Date: month 2, day 5 of Turn 6

It was a perfectly cut tunic. Dyed a delicate yellow with embroidery that
had taken him days, V'con felt perfectly justified in wearing it as he
walked to the dining cavern. It even had a lacy neckline as well, one a
Lady Holder would be proud of.

"Hey, isn't that the guy that keeps catching your green?"

Ch'din looked away from his best mate to see what the brownrider was
talking about. When he saw V'con--and how could he not...the idiot
looked like some fancy wherry--he groaned and shook his head. Staring
hard at the bluerider, he said to D'lel, "that fruitcake would have
lasted about two moments in the Hold we came from." He said it loud
enough to carry over the din of the Hall.

V'con ignored the comment, by now he was used to it and it really didn't
matter. Instead, he concentrated on finding himself a tray, and joining the
queue for the serving hatch.

"Ah well, at least his blue is manly enough. If he was anything like
his rider, my green would be the first one in history to be the one
doing the mating and not being mated, y'know?" Ch'din laughed with the
brownrider as they joined the queue. He felt mean enough to allow his
words to carry along to V'con.

"Are you talking to me?" V'con turned to finally take notice. "Seems like
you can take the boy out of the holds, but hold habits never leave the boy."

Pointedly looking V'con up and down like he would a runner beast,
Ch'din said, "well, looks like the same could be said for a Weyr boy."

"At least I know who and what I am," V'con turned his back rather pointedly,
hoping the other would get that it was the end of an definitely unwanted
conversation.

Ch'din snickered. "Shards, how Weyr-boy was_that_move. I'm glad you
know what you are, cos if you didn't, you'd be the only one who
wouldn't be in the know." The brownrider beside him was starting to
look uncomfortable with where this conversation was going.

"At least I'm not shaping up to be an old Auntie, gossiping to all and
sundry that get trapped into listening."

"You sure you're not? Cos with that tunic on, you sure do look like
one." The greenrider looked him up and down again like he was an
object and not a human being.

Beside him, D'lel tugged his shirt and muttered, "maybe we should go."
He gave V'con an apologetic look.

"It's called style, at least I know about it." V'con put a plate of stew on
his tray.

"Dressing like an old Auntie is in style these days? Really?" Ch'din
snorted and reached for a plate of stew too.

"You'd know darling."

"Don't you even call me darling, got it?" Ch'din's face turned a deep
red in anger. It was bad enough this arse kept catching his green,
but to give him an endearing term in public as well?

V'con sucked in some air through his teeth before speaking. "Oooh, Temper,
temper," he began. "Did I upset you love?"

"Go stuff yourself /between/." Ch'din began to walk off. "And stop
calling me love, got it?"

"Sure thing sweet cheeks," V'con moved further down the line to get some
bread.

Ch'din just laughed and gave V'con a rude hand gesture as he walked
across the hall and sat down to eat.

It was so tempting, enough that V'con couldn't resist it. He initially
walked away from Ch'din, then turned to seat himself on the same table,
lifting his plate off the tray and pouring himself a drink from the jug of
water there.

The other lad ignored him and turned to his friend. He whispered
something in his ear and both of them laughed. Ch'din glanced at
V'con and shook his head.

"I wasn't going to pour you anything honey," V'con said. "I'm sure you can
do it your self, you're a big boy now."

"Did someone say anything?" Ch'din looked at D'lel. "I would have
sworn I heard some little gnat buzzing about."

"Nothing little about me, you know that don't you lover boy."

Ch'din turned to him and snorted. "If_that_was big, then what a bore
is sex going to be, with men? I'd prefer my own fingers."

"I hope you're well acquainted with your right hand then, or are you a leftie?"

"My left pinkie. It's bigger than what you have in your trousers."

"so you weren't saying that last time Cacholetyth caught your green."

Ch'din just looked at him. "I didn't have to, the implication was
already there."

"Well next time lover boy, you'll get the ride of your life if he
chases again." V'con took a drink before continuing, "That's a
promise."

At the thought of that--and with another Flight looming--Ch'din
blanched and stood up to get away from V'con as quick as he could. He
cut a quick line out of the place.

D'lel was left watching V'con and shrugging his shoulders. "You
really should have just ignored him, man. All this riding green and
losing his family gets to him, sometimes." He smiled sheepishly.
"Give him some time, he'll calm down a bit. He's a nice guy,
really."

"I'm sure he could be, if porcines ever learn to fly."

Last updated on the June 2nd 2011

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