Who

En'rys, Sesa

What

En'rys invites Sesa over to his place for a Weyrwarming party and ends up having a chat with his sister about the Birds and the Bees of dragonriding.

Talk of Sex

When

It is the twenty-eighth day of the twelfth month of the thirteenth turn of the 12th pass.

Where

The Cat’s Cradle (En’rys’ Weyr, Igen Weyr)

OOC Date 16 May 2018 06:00

 

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"I swear Daen, I'm going to get you a bright pink throw blanket for this room."


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The Cat’s Cradle (En’rys’ Weyr, Igen Weyr)

It's just after dinner and while Sesa had been seen in the living caverns for said meal, she'd vanished very soon after that. She needed time to prepare, time to prepare for the party she'd been invited to tonight. Even if it did just end up being her brother and her alone, she wanted to dress for the occasion. So now, she's arriving to Daen's next door weyr in a pair of smart, skin tight black pants, fashionable boots and a frilly white tunic with ruffles around the sleeves and a deep v neck. She's teased some volume into her bobbed hair and has bracelets and a necklace on. Edleveth, who is now growing out of his gangly looks and into a lean muscular form, lands with grace upon Briamiorth's ledge and allows his rider down with aplomb. «Have fun, Sesa.» I will love. She smiles at her inky blue and makes her way towards the weyr entrance, a happy hello to Bria given along the way. "Daen?"

It's a family party tonight — a party of two, this once; a time for enjoying the company of his other little sister (when did he acquire so many sisters, anyway?) in the new life they've managed to find themselves ensconced in. Two of A'lory's children, now, have become riders: who knows if any others might show such promise! En'rys is bouncing about his weyr, settling things just right, twitching a curtain here, a rug there, nervously hoping Sesa will like his new digs. Briamiorth, naturally, is impressing upon her bondmate the need for a much more suitable decor, for the place is much too devoid of even the tiniest of feminine touches, and she is Not. Amused. By the predominance of stark black decorations in the place. She has, however, managed to get En'rys into one of his much-beloved dance costumes, a contrivance of deep, scintillating crimson, both loose pants and bolero. As Briamiorth offers Edleveth and Sesa one of her deep, soft croons of welcome, En'rys pops up off his pile of pillows and moves to whisk aside the hide flap that serves as a windbreak. "Sesa!" He beams at her playfully, waving her in. "Come on in!"

Sesa moves into the Weyr with an amused smile on her face, a look taking in that dancer's outfit and amusement following. "Practicing dance this evening brother?" For a second, Sesa looks mortified. She dances, but not well. Play music yes. Dance to it? No. "Shells, there isn't going to be dancing is there?" Eyes take in the stark and dark decor and Sesa chuckles. "I swear Daen, I'm going to get you a bright pink throw blanket for this room." Don't worry Bria, Sesa has your back! Er….Wings?

En'rys laughs. "Herself insisted I put something festive on." Herself being Briamiorth, who is oh, so innocently curled up on her ledge, having nothing whatever to do with any such thing. "No, I won't make you dance, sweetheart. I suspect," And he wrinkles his nose affectionately at her, "that you're not inclined to it." When she threatens his dark, dark room with a bright splash of pink, he merely shrugs in response. "Go right ahead — I just brought everything from my yurt here, and this is how I decorated it. I'm thinking about changing everything. Bria would certainly prefer something else. Except, she likes the felines."

Well, apparently her brother isn't threatened by the color pink at all. That's good for Sesa to know she supposes, she's still going to get him some sort of outrageously colored weyrwarming gift. "I've moved all my things over but they're all still in crates and boxes and bags. I haven't unpacked anything yet." Which is odd for the fastidious and obsessively clean ex-harper. Edleveh makes a blotchy, inky comment in her head and she shakes it, rolling her eyes. Yes. She knows it's a mess thank you.

En'rys happens to enjoy color, sometimes; even he can see his weyr could use some more of it! Indeed, the young greenling is looking forward to a change of decoration within his small world. Taking his sister's hand, he tugs her further into the little place, grinning in delight. "Fortunately, I didn't have much to move," He explains softly. "It only took two trips." He points to the rippling flow of rock climbing upward. "The Miners say there's another little cave up there. I'm gonna trade some good hides to get them to clean it up so I can make it my bedroom." Turning back, he presses her hand to his cheek in a quick expression of affection. "You probably have more to unpack than I do. I'll help, if you want."

Sesa grins. "A separate bedroom from the main room would be nice. I might have to see if I can trade to see if I can have the miners add a small cove into mine for my bed. And help unpacking would be greatly appreciated. I'll even supply the booze." Sesa's had her first drinks since being allowed to and finds she likes wine, and whiskey and well, just those two actually. Thus far. "It does look good in here though brother. Despite the dark theme."

Ooh, wine! En’rys knows just the thing: over to the little table where he has long kept such things he goes, and pours them both a good measure. “Here.” He grins at her. “I managed to get my hands on a Benden white awhile back and never opened it. Figure now’s the best occasion for it, don’t you think?’ He looks around at the place, head canted to one side as he plants his hands on his hips. “Well, I think it could do with some brightening, but I do like it.” He takes a sip of his drink, taking the time to savor the vintage; life’s gotten very good since he decided to run away and join the circus, as it were. Idle fingers ruffle his thick dark hair, removing tangles from the silky mass. “So… how have you been holding up with all this? Having a dragon in your head and everything?”

Sesa accepts the wine with a smile and a bow of her head. "Aye, the best oocassion. We're 'adults' now. Or at least, I'm considered one, you were already." She lifts her glass before taking a sip and looks around. "Well if you need help decorating brother, who better than an artists daughter to help? Hmm?" Sesa will trade helping Daen for his helping her with her weyr. She shrugs at his question, a light smile on her lips. "It was….weird at first. But I've adjusted. I made mindlink training a primary part of Ed and I's practice, we still do practices." And the result has been a very tightly knit bond with her blue. Sesa's fingers tap on her glass though, and she nervously chews on her lower lip. "I am nervous about one thing though." And she looks awkwardly at En'rys, as if unsure whether to continue or not. This isn't something she imagined discussing with her brother but, other than a discussion she plans on having with Kyara, well, he's the only other sounding board she has because she is not discussing this with her mother.

En'rys squints over the rim of his glass at Sesa, wondering. Are there things that worry his young sister — things he hasn't noticed with all the turmoil of his life? Perhaps the self-absorption of times past needs to find a final resting place in his misspent youth. He folds himself down onto a pile of pillows, patting a place next to him for Sesa to make herself comfortable as he tucks a flyaway bit of hair behind his ear and frowns in concentration. "Come here, Sesa, and tell me what this is that's bugging you." Does he have an inkling? Nope! the cant of his head is intently curious, his gaze warm and soft.

Sesa will move over and sit, primly and properly as her muscle memory will make her do. Living with Harpers meant learning your manners early, and posture, was a big part of that. She sips at her wine again and sighs, eyes shifting as she sorts through her catalogued thoughts and chews at her lower lip. "I'm just….. I heard one of the reasons they let us go back to …. having relations before we graduate is so we're prepared for flights." Sesa blushes and gulps down a good portion of her wine before continuing. "Well…. I wasn't prepared before we were told we weren't allowed, and I'm not prepared now that we are. I … uh…" More wine goes down, the rest of her glass in fact. "I was wondering if there was a specific….person of certain persuasions you could recommend for it?" After all, Daen had lived amongst the Zingari for a time, and she could take a guess that her catlike brother had sampled the escorts there.

And that guess would be correct: for En'rys had been exceedingly curious, desiring to know all he could regarding the women — and men — who plied that trade so well. He sips his wine slowly, studying his prim, proper sister as though he's never seen her before. After a few moment's thought, he sets down his glass, and asks, gently, "Have you even kissed a boy before, sweetheart?" Gracefully, he leans over and snags the wine to pour her another. Clearly she needs it to steady her nerves!

Blushing furiously, Sesa shakes her head. "No." Another sip of wine. "Never had the need. I had studies to attend to, and reading and art and music, and Kanriel and then candidacy and then Edleveth. And it all rather snuck up on me." Her fingers drum the side of her glass while the other hand tucks her hair behind her ears.

"Ah, poor kid." En'rys begins to laugh, softly, rubbing a hand over his face as he sets his glass down to run all those long fingers through his hair again. How does one begin to advise one's little sister on how to pick an escort? Well, he'll just dive right in; there's nothing else for it. "Well, I'd go with Rakana. He's gentle enough for a virgin who's never even noticed boys exist." He cocks his head, eyeing Sesa thoughtfully for a long moment, then slowly, carefully: "And… you might want to consider… time with a woman. Just once, so the idea isn't as… unusual." He laughs, and picks up his glass again to sip at it thoughtfully. "Because obviously, you being a bluerider, you're bound to wind up in bed with another woman at some point."

The longer Daen talks, the brighter Sesa's face becomes. But, it's something she definitely has to address, so, she'll sit and drink down her wine, letting the dull buzz of it cover her nervousness and embarrassment. "Rakana?" She asks, commiting the name to memory. Oddly, she seems a bit less nervous about interacting with a woman. She giggles at Daen's last and shakes her head. "Just because I have never even kissed a boy does not mean I haven't thought about it….or…practiced it." Because what else are apprentice girls supposed to do when they're bored?

"With a pillow?" En'rys teases gently, resettling himself with one leg curled under the other, oddly fascinated by Sesa's reddening face. How fascinating that a girl growing up among such earthy people could turn so many pretty colors. He may have to do something about that sooner or later. He does, of course, also note that she doesn't seem as embarrassed by the thought of a woman. Shall he sally forth and question further? Of course he will; he wouldn't be a kitty cat man if he didn't. "Rakana, indeed. He will definitely help you. Especially with the girls part." And En'rys waggles his brows playfully at Sesa.

Sesa gives En'rys a very sisterly like glare when he compares her experiences to that of making out with one's pillows. She raises her brows at Daen when he mentions the male escorts helping with the girls. "I'm not completely innocent you know, I said I'd never been with a boy." Sesa turns a little pinker, but the liquor seems to be giving her more courage.

En'rys leans right in. "Well, then, do tell." Helifts his glass again, amused at her sisterly outrage. Now this — this is interesting! There are many new things he's going to find out about his sister tonight, he can see. He'll even prop up his chin with his balled fist, elbow to thigh as he grins at his sister. Nothing like getting to know a person while they're drinking themselves right under the table — even if the table's kinda on the other side of the room.

Sesa chuckles. "Well, it's never gone as far as all the way, but I have kissed and been kissed." Sesa hides a smile behind her wine glass and chuckles. She isn't telling all brother. After all. That would be weird. "But it's easy when you're goofing around with your friends. When it comes to what may be a complete stranger and when you're in no control of it, it's a lot more nerve inducing. I'm…having a hard time not equating it to some form of…force." More wine goes down and she's back to chewing on her lower lip.

Definitely not; En'rys doesn't really want to trade bed secrets with his sister! "Mmm. Suppose that'd be easier than some random… whoever." Girls can keep secrets when it behooves them to do so, that much the greenling has learned. When it comes to flights, though? En'rys is, himself, not so sure what to do about that. "Dad always said he never remembered any of it." There had been a certain gentle warning in his tone — a certain desire to never, ever discuss it with his wild and wayward son. "I don't even know what it'll be like, really. I mean… maybe it won't be terrible. I've heard some of the riders like it, though. That you kind of learn to…" He hitches a shoulder, unsure of the exact word he's looking for. "… lean into it, or something."

Sesa shrugs. "Maybe. Guess one never knows until it actually does happen. But, that doesn't change the fact that I want to get things done before it does. Thanks for the recommendation brother." Sesa sighs and taps her nails against her glass for a moment before turning the tables on her brother. "And what about you Rys? What's going on with you these days?"

En'rys nods slowly. He still has his reservations — namely, the loss of absolute control over who might end up sharing his bed — but will save those for another time, with someone who might have more experience with such things. He quirks a brow as Sesa then seeks to know about his doings. "Well… other than being buried to the neck in learning about being a wingleader? If I never have to do it again, it will be too soon. I don't want to lead a wing through a Fall; I'm glad I've someone else I can ask to go over everything with." The which has him in knots, worrying that he might misstep and get someone killed if he so much as blinks at the wrong time. He regularly pelts leaders with as many questions as they will stand still for. "The usual; amazing how many people are… interested in me, now I'm a greenrider. The sideways looks are somehow both amusing and insulting."

Sesa smiles and shakes her head. “I bet you do well Daen, you can take things in hand when you need to and it's a good trait.” He'd certainly been a leading help when dealing with Kanriel and his bullpucky. Sesa sips at her wine while En’rys speaks and giggles at his last. “Well, it's not unusual for people to watch dragon rider spawn brother, they want to see if we live up to our predecessors, particularly if we impress too. I understand, I get those looks from people too.” And people had been sure Sesa would end up a prominent Harper, her impression had shocked more than a few who thought Sesa was to bound to her hides and records to ever have room for a dragon in her life. Fate had decided otherwise it seems.

“True enough,” En’rys agrees with a sigh, relaxing in his nest of pillows. “It's just this is life and death, not a jacket or jewelry. But at least there's plenty of experience around to pull from.” And then he rolls his shoulders in a shrug. He’ll muddle it out; at least he's got sufficient advisors to ask about things when he isn't sure. “Ha. They don't approve of me not getting bronze like A’lory did, as if I'd trade my Bria for anything else!” A rude gesture for even the suggestion of such foolery. “I'm curious, though. Are you nervous about flights for any other reason than the lack of control? Or is it just that?”

Sesa shrugs. “We were meant for who we were meant for. It doesn’t matter what other people think.” On the impression front that is. She thinks on En’rys’ question for a moment before shrugging and giving him a grin that suggests she thinks herself foolish in some way. “I suppose I’m nervous about the control aspect yes, but… really, I just always thought that my first time would be with someone special, that it would mean something. I never thought I would impress, so I thought I had time.” There’s a sympathetic drop of ink that spreads in her mind to form two raven like avians nested in a dead tree, oddly, Edleveth’s way of comforting Sesa. And it works, to a degree. “Now, I have to plan it with some stranger to get it over with before Edleveth catches a female and my first time becomes not my choice. And I don’t know how I’d feel about it all if it ended up happening the latter.”

“I see your point.” En’rys fiddles with the bright blue tassel on a pillow, eventually pulling the whole thing onto his lap. Nobody likes having these things decided for them, least of all things of an intimate nature. “Can I just say… my first time wasn't great — and I chose it. And I thought it would be great and special. All it was, was awkward and miserable. You might be better off with the experts.”

Sesa raises a brow. “Really?” She asks of his first time being less than ideal. “I’m sorry. That must have been…hard to deal with.” She can imagine the kind of awkwardness and discomfort that could arise from such a situation. She shrugs at Rys’ last, finishing off her wine and declining if he offers more. Her head is starting to swim. “I’ll get it figured one way or another. I just don’t feel good about it.”

“Nobody ever does, hon. It's just… flight sex can be a bit difficult, especially if you've never done it before. Sex, I mean.” En’rys is sympathetic to his sister’s plight; it's all of a sudden urgent, when here she'd expected to have more time! He caps the wine, altogether certain neither of them needs any more alcohol tonight. While his head isn't swimming, he does feel a bit tipsy himself now. Where'd his tolerance go? “Do you want me to go with you to… yanno, hire, or will you be okay doing it alone?” He knows the girl will be safe enough in the camp — she'd all but grown up there, after all — but negotiations for these things can be startling.

Sesa shakes her head. “No. I need to do this on my own, but if you wouldn’t mind being on standby via ‘lizard, just in case there’s trouble?” Sesa isn’t so innocent as to think she isn’t taking a chance at her safety doing this and backup is always good to have. Even with a dragon for protection. Also, she’s not really that scared because she did grow up amongst the glittering throng, thanks to her parents, so she does feel safe there. She sets her glass aside and sighs. “Sorry for bringing the mood down.” She says with a giggle. “This is supposed to be a weyrwarming and here I am being a worry wart.”

“What are brothers for, hon?” En’rys doesn't mind — there's a warm feeling for the fact that his newfound sister trusts him so much. “Of course I’ll be available to you should you need me.” One simply cannot refuse so reasonable a request, after all; and for all his wildness, the greenling has a broad streak of protectiveness where his sisters are concerned! “Weyrwarmings don't all have to be big parties. Note I only invited you up here tonight. I wanted something small and familyish. It's nicer. And when I can peel Xan off her Miner long enough she’ll have her chance at redecorating the place too.”

Sesa chuckles. “Good luck with that.” She says of peeling Xanthee off of Malosim, o r away from her work for that matter. “And, if she’s not working. She seems to have her nose to the grindstone lately.” Sesa has seen her running about doing her work. Sesa giggles again, unsure why, but it feels nice to do so. Perhaps she drank a bit too much wine. She never has had much of a tolerance and has only had it a time or two at this point. Her head spins a bit and her eyes get about as wide as dish plates. Yup. Sesa is a little knockered. “Brother, one more thing….think I could stay here tonight?” Because hey, friends don’t let friends fly dragons drunk! Ok?

Definitely not. En'rys simply beckons his sister towards a nice little alcove where a bed awaits. Because he'd considered nobody would want to fly anywhere after this! “Yeah you've had way too much. I was gonna suggest it if you hadn't asked. I don't think your mother would appreciate me letting you fly drunk. Irresponsible, that.”

“I don’t think I would appreciate flying drunk, and neither would Edleveth.” She’ll take that bed now, because the room is a little unsteady. She’ll flop right into it too, an arm going over her eyes. “That was some strong wine…” She’ll mutter. “I think I’m just going to lay here for a few, my head is ….fuzzy.” And within a few moments, maybe a little more, she’ll be at least lightly dozing, the combination of a day's hard work and alcohol a good sleep aid apparently.

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