Prompting Part XXIV

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Fill: Who tries, Does (11/?)

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“Don’t mind him,” L’strade said. “He’s always like that. Never stays for the meeting. But he’s good enough in the air.”

“Freak can probably speak to Thread as well,” the green rider from before said.

“That’s enough of that, Sally,” L’strade said. “He and Hamith make a good team, and having someone who can speak to dragons on the wing is always useful.”

“Apart from when he tells your dragon to do something mid flight,” N’derson said.

“If he hadn’t redirected Forenth then you’d have both have ended up between,” L’strade said. “That clump was heading right for you.” N’derson didn’t comment. “Anyway, now Sh’lock’s drama’s over. Let’s get back to basics. D’mok, I know you and F’dron are weyrmates now, but flying so close together only causes problems…”

*

Hamith’s rider approaches, Maryth said, two days later. He wishes us to fly again.

Sh’lock walked into J’ohn’s weyr without knocking.

“No,” J’ohn said, without looking up. He had received a letter from Igen Weyr, sent by M’ray, and he was still reading it.

“You don’t even know what I want to ask yet,” Sh’lock said. He didn’t sound the same as usual and when J’ohn looked up he could see that the man was smirking. For once, he didn’t seem distracted.

“You want to ask me to fly Maryth again, for another one of your little experiments. She told me. And the answer is no. She’s not recovered. I have a shoulder wound to think about. No.”

“The shoulder wound that you got from a bronze rider,” Sh’lock said, stepping forwards. “Why fight a bronze rider?”

“I’m sure the story’s half way to the Red Star by now,” J’ohn said with a sigh. “You must have heard.”

“Not the truth. The gossip says that you went mad because the man approached your weyrmate and you lunged at him.” J’ohn chuckled.

“How do you know that isn’t the truth.”

“You don’t have a weyrmate, you’re not the sort to go mad and Maryth’s far too sensible a dragon to have spurred you on as they say she did.”

“You’re making a lot of assumptions based on next to no knowledge of me. We’ve only seen each other three times.”

“Four,” Sh’lock said. “I bumped into you on your first day here, and I learnt everything I needed to know right then…”

“If you learnt everything you needed to know, why are you asking?” J’ohn asked, finally setting the letter aside, though he hadn’t read a word in the last few minutes. He met Sh’lock’s gaze, and Sh’lock’s smirk faltered.

“I didn’t know why.”

“You don’t know anything about me.”

“You don’t have a weyrmate because you’ve adjusted far too well to life here at Fort, neither you nor Maryth has shown any sign of pining for someone, and you haven’t had any visitors, which implies there was no one left behind there who cared enough to visit you - no weyrmate. I know you didn’t instigate the fight because the day you arrived here I barged past you in the corridor, you commented, but you weren’t especially angry, if you were the type to attack bronze riders at the slightest provocation then you would at least have taken a swing at me, and as for Maryth - I have spoken to her frequently.”

“You talk to my dragon,” J’ohn said.

“You already knew that.”

“I didn’t know that you’d been having length secret conversations with her.”

“She’s moderately more intelligent than most dragons, which is impressive for a green,” Sh’lock said. “Now, I need you to fly.”

“And I said no.”

“Your wound’s healed. Sarah’s being over cautious. You and Maryth are more than ready to go between.”

“Between?” J’ohn asked. “No, Sh’lock. I’m not risking my dragon’s health just to indulge your… whim.”

I feel like I could fly, Maryth said. I’m not afraid.

“I’m not afraid, either!” J’ohn snapped at her, out loud. Sh’lock grinned.

“So you’ll come.”

“What do you want me to do?” J’ohn asked, Sh’lock didn’t answer, just walked out, as though he was expecting J’ohn to follow him, though J’ohn wasn’t even in his wherhide riding gear yet. “Sh’lock! Shards!”

Hamith says it could be dangerous, Maryth told him.

“Excellent,” J’ohn said, but he started pulling on his riding clothes a little more eagerly, trying to push down the part of him that felt the thrill of excitement, the same thrill that he felt whenever he flew against Thread, Maryth flaming beneath him.

*