Prompting Part XXIV

[sherlockbbc_fic]

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Fill: Who tries, Does (16/?)

[anonymous]

Sh’lock was waiting in J’ohn’s weyr, reading through the letters on his side table.

“Those are private.”

“If you didn’t want people to read them, why would you leave them out in the open?”

“I left them in the box by the bed,” J’ohn pointed out.

“You did have a weyrmate,” Sh’lock said. J’ohn blinked and saw that Sh’lock was holding one of the letters from M’ray.

“Sometimes. We were nothing serious,” J’ohn said with a shrug. “Bilth flew Maryth twice, and M’ray was a good man.”

“Not serious enough for him to come with you.”

“He’s Igen Weyr born and bred,” J’ohn said. “And I wouldn’t have asked him to. What’s this about?” Sh’lock swung around on the chair, going from stationary to full motion in the blink of an eye.

“I’d like to use Maryth for an experiment.”

“Nothing to do with that Thread,” J’ohn said warily.

“No, that’s entirely different,” Sh’lock said. “Do I have your permission?”

“So you’re asking me this time?” J’ohn asked.

“Yes, may I?”

“Is it dangerous?”

“No, it involves taking measurements and then putting her through some simple exercises.”

It sounds fun, Maryth said, and J’ohn knew that Sh’lock heard that comment from the grin on his face.

“If she has no objections then I have no objections.”

*

It was odd to see another person so close to his dragon, but Sh’lock was measuring every possible dimension of Maryth’s body. He had a rope that he had already measured out with markings of distance and he looped it around her and held it across her. Every now and then, like with the wing lengths, he needed some help and J’ohn had to stand and hold one end while Sh’lock muttered to himself, and at other times, he would find a place on Maryth’s hide where she was particularly ticklish and she would jump back, causing the pair of them to stare at each other while J’ohn giggled like a weyrling.

Then, eventually, Sh’lock had her perform aerial manoeuvres, a loop the loop, some rolls, a helix growing tighter and tighter until she was turning as close as she could. Sh’lock watched and jotted down notes while J’ohn watched and wondered what on earth he and Maryth had agreed to.

“She’s looking better,” he said. Sh’lock hummed agreement. “Your brother had a word with me this morning,” Sh’lock’s attention snapped to him.

“What did he say?”

“Told me that you were dangerous.” Sh’lock scoffed.

“Not as dangerous as him, or that Weyrwoman of his.”

“The first time I met him he had Diogeneth tell me that it was time to choose a side, do you have any idea what he meant by that?”

“Doesn’t matter. M’croft’s games are dull.”

“Of course they are… why are you doing this?”

“Doing what?” Sh’lock asked.

“Dragging me places, using Maryth. You do have a dragon of your own.” He looked at Hamith, who was sitting on the heights. Sh’lock didn’t answer, just scribbled something down on the hide with a little more aggression than required. “Not that it’s a problem, I was just… wondering.”

“You should go and find Sarah,” Sh’lock said. “You’ve been flirting with her for long enough.”

“That was without a doubt the worst attempt at changing the subject I have ever heard.”

“I’ve finished now… you can go.”

Dismissed, J’ohn left, with assurances from Maryth that she would be with him shortly.

He worked his way down to the lower caverns, where he found the headwoman surveying her domain. She looked up as he came in and had someone pour him a cup of klah.

“Thanks,” J’ohn said, looking around. “I was looking for Sarah.”

“She’s off gathering numbweed at the moment, one of the wings took some of our people out.”

“Right,” J’ohn agreed, sighing a little. She looked at him and shook her head.