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737.06.29 | Soothing Bubbles - M'ris - 10.Nov.16
As M’ris listened to the Weyrlingmaster drone on about the progress of the weyrlings, he wondered not for the first time, why he had agreed to the position of Weyrleader. Sure he wanted to see bronzeriders back in their rightful place and knock the cocky brownriders back down a few pegs, and sure he loved the privileges that came with the title, but it required so much work. He wasn’t adverse to putting in some time and effort but M’ris also enjoyed his free time and being able to do what he wanted and when he wanted it. But he agreed to the position because he knew he could handle it and could help shape Ista into its former glory.
There was also the bonus that he was able to pick the goldrider he wanted as his Weyrwoman and he jumped at the chance to have Ameris at his side. He was fond of the woman but M’ris was still hesitant after all this time to still truly look at the feelings or pay anything too much thought. He enjoyed her company both for being her own woman and for the few similarities she bore to his mate he lost in exile eighteen years ago. It was hard to believe it had been that long without Sarendall but when he realized how many of those years were blurred together from depression and drinking himself into oblivion, he had a better understanding as to how he both managed to survive that long and not realize that much time had passed.
Still, Ameris wasn’t entirely like Sarendall and M’ris found himself often left intrigued by the dark-haired beauty. That in itself was surprising given how he did his best to avoid meaningful relationships and keep a bit detached from real feelings. That was one thing that actually worried him; Ameris was clever and one day would see through him, calling him out more than she already did on his behaviour and decisions.
M’ris realized the annoying background hum that was actually the Weyrlingmaster’s voice had stopped and he looked up from the sheet of paper he had been pretending to read and stopped drumming his fingers on his leg. “We’ll continue this at a later date. I have a lot on my mind at the moment. I’ll call for you when I’m ready for the report.” He waved the man away and breathed a sigh of relief as he slumped comfortably in his chair. It wasn’t entirely a lie; he did have a lot on his mind, though it wasn’t really of the professional sort. He’d been caught up thinking about his Weyrwoman, their child that was due soon, and how hard Ameris had been working to help in her portion of running Ista.
Perhaps he’d finally be able to convince her to delegate more of her duties to the other goldriders and assistants she had running around so she could rest more. Ameris had told him her pregnancy with Rislan had been easy but still he worried. He didn’t want anything to happen that would jeopardize mother or child.
That settled it.
“Mosiath, please ask your gold beauty to ask Ameris to meet me in an hour. Let her know Kelnar and his mother will come by to get Rislan for the night. The boy keeps asking to have him stayover again.” None of his children lived with him but he was a somewhat attentive dad when he could be and his youngest had grown quite fond of Ameris’ son given they were of the same age and shared many common interests. Kelnar’s mother was also a woman he trusted enough to let Rislan stay with and knew he’d be well looked after.
As the bronze dragon relayed the message, M’ris went down to the lower caverns and ordered hot water to be sent up to his weyr for his personal bath. That was one of the perks of being a Weyrleader; he didn’t have to use common baths anymore and had his own that was large enough for two, though he hadn’t had need to share it yet. Despite the evening meal having ended a short time earlier, M’ris also asked to have a tray of fruits – minus red fruit due to his severe allergy – set up for snacking on later.
Returning to his weyr, M’ris quickly tidied up random dishes and clothes he had stripped off haphazardly over the last several days and changed into a comfortable outfit for lounging around in. When the hot water was brought up, he went about preparing the bath, adding in some special soap that produced fluffy bubbles. When he was last at an Ista Hold gathering, he found out this was the latest trend for the lady Holders and while he didn’t fully understand the joy of sitting in the mountain of bubbles or like the flowery scent all that much, he wanted to treat Ameris and this seemed to be one way to do it.
Once that was completed, M’ris returned to the sitting area to wait for his guest.
Re: Soothing Bubbles [Ameris] - Ameris - 19.Nov.16
There was so much more to being weyrwoman than Ameris had originally thought. She'd been under the impression that there wouldn't be much for the young woman to do out side taking care of Mizeath and Rislan but she had been wrong. There was far more to do than she had realized. She wasn't complaining of course, she actually quite enjoyed the time she spent doing this or that but she never really had a moment to just sit for a while. One would think people would be a little more considerate of the giant belly that hung in front of her, but no. She was ready to delegate the majority of the work onto the younger gold riders until this babe was born. It would do the lot of them some good to be put to work. But it was hard for Ameris to do just that no matter how ready she was.
She wasn't power hungry or cruel in her treatment of the other goldriders, far from it, but Ameris tended toward perfectionism. She rarely thought that they would do the same job at the degree it should be done. Could they manage a panicked headwoman? Disgruntled creche workers? Ameris had a fear that neither of the other golds would be able to handle it. She shifted slightly as she listened with half an ear at the headwoman in question, hand rubbing at the small of her back. This child felt heavier than Rislan and it pulled at the small muscles in every inch of her back.
A smile grew on her face when Mizeath's voice rolled through her mind. M'ris wished to speak to her and it was the perfect excuse to leave the meeting her harried headwoman had had asked her for. She directed her smile to the headwoman, "The weyrleader wishes to speak to me and I this would be the perfect time for the other goldriders had some responsibility. Could you possibly direct this at them?" She make sure the request was polite and worded correctly so as not to offend woman and struggled to her feet. The woman blissfully shut her mouth, smiling knowingly at Ameris as the younger woman sketched a jaunty salute and made her way out of the room.
Have you any idea what it is he needs? she asked the gold, who replied in the negative but took the time to assure her rider that M'ris had made arrangements for Rislan to stay with his son. The implications of being alone with him - and her hormones - made her face color lightly as she commandeered a young 'brat to help her with the climb to M'ris' weyr. She did so, of course, out of ear shot of anyone who may see it as a weakness. The hell if she would allow anyone to think she was weak, pregnant or not. Once she got to where she needed to be, Ameris waved the giggling 'brat away laughing as she did so. Cheeky little thing. She didn't knock, she didn't feel she had too, he'd asked her to meet him so why should she knock?
She wasn't sure what she had expected when she entered but it surely wasn't the bath full of bubbles and a beautiful array of food. She stopped short, closing the door behind her and looked at him before looking at the tub. Hands on her hips, she grinned before laughing, "What's all this?"
@Insulting Truths
Re: Soothing Bubbles [Ameris] - M'ris - 20.Nov.16
M’ris looked up when Ameris entered and wasn’t at all surprised to see how quickly she was able to take in everything and her to the point question. “Your night away from everything,” he laughed with her, suddenly wondering if the woman would even be interested in taking the rest of the night off and enjoying herself. Then again, he had decided she needed the down time and he’d make her sit in the fragrant bath water and put her feet up whether she believed she needed the break or not.
“I was suddenly struck with the desire to pamper you since I don’t think you’re doing it yourself and I want to make sure you and our baby are well.” He had several children of varying ages but he had never really been so involved in their mothers’ lives while they were pregnant since Sarendall so long ago so it was a bit strange to see Ameris determined to do so much and how much that affected him. In a way, M’ris wished he could go about his days without a care as he usually did but instead he found himself worrying and with a need to see the pregnant woman relaxed and taken care of.
Getting to his feet, M’ris took Ameris’ hand in his and waved toward the tub, hoping she would follow. “I’m told baths can be good for more than simply getting clean and that these bubbles help encourage the relaxation. I’m not sure if this fluffy stuff really has that power but I’m willing to give it a try.”
Re: Soothing Bubbles [Ameris] - Ameris - 30.Nov.16
Her brow puckered with slight confusion, though an easy grin could still be seen on her lips. A night away from everything? It was deliciously tempting but... "No one will mind?" she asked with a little concern, "What if something goes wrong? Or there's an emergency?" It was hard to image a night simply for herself. She'd never had something like that, she had spent her life either caring for her drunken father or chasing after Rislan and late Mizeath. Not to mention no one outside Mizeath had ever cared for her. She wasn't quite sure what to do with it.
It did please her that he took the time to worry for her and the babe. It was nice when she thought about it and she could hear Mizeath's pleased mumbling in her mind. Mizeath adored Ameris and if M'ris was willing to care for her rider, the gold could never dislike him. It did help that he was Mosiath's rider and she happened to like that bronze very much.
Still a little apprehensive, Ameris allowed him to take her hand and lead her towards the bath. She did have to admit the swirling steam and the over abundance of bubbles did look inviting. She'd heard from some of the creche workers and silly candidates much the same as M'ris. That bubbly baths were good for what ails you. Elegant fingers scooped up a pile of bubbles and she grinned at the soapy feel. If it failed, at least she would be clean. "I suppose it couldn't hurt to try," she told him as she reached for the hem of her oversized shirt. Truthfully she was a little excited at the thought of trying it out.
She wasn't shy when she slipped the garment over her head and stood half naked in front of him. He'd seen her with much less on before and one tended to get over any body shyness when they lived in a weyr. Her stomach curved with the child inside and was lightly lined with the marks of pregnancy, they were nothing she was ashamed of. She undid the tie that help her loose skirt up and let it slip to the floor as she stepped out of it. A hand braced on his shoulder as she stepped into the tub and sank down with a sigh into the frothy and hot water. "It is rather nice," she said, glancing at him, "Would you care to join me? I mean the tubs big enough it shouldn't be a problem. But only if you'd like."
Re: Soothing Bubbles [Ameris] - M'ris - 30.Nov.16
M’ris didn’t respond to Ameris’ concerns about something going wrong while she took a little time off. There were more than enough people that could figure out what to do in a minor crisis and he’d be around to intercept and deal with anything more important before it reached the bubbles he wanted to get the woman into. Thankfully she must have come to the same conclusion as it seemed her protests were coming to an end when the suds were poked at and won her over.
When clothing started to come off, M’ris didn’t pretend he was honourable and turn to look away. Instead, he watched Ameris undress, admiring her beauty as she showed off the true power of a woman. He didn’t find the pregnant body repulsive, though once he may have in his far more arrogant and shallow youth. Now, it was a thing of wonder; a new life being created within and he had a part in that which was still mind-boggling.
Without a word, M’ris assisted Ameris into the tub and was prepared to leave her alone to enjoy the solitude neither of them every truly had anymore due to their positions when the question halted him in his tracks and he glanced back over his shoulder. Did he want to join her? Of course he did; he wasn’t blind or dead. Should he join her? That was debateable. He wanted her to relax and he wouldn’t mind a bit of down time himself, however, “I would love to join you, Kitten, however,” a grin appeared with his words as he turned back and stood a bit closer to the edge of the tub, “I’m not sure how much relaxing and unwinding you’d get if I did so.” Even as he gave the warning, M’ris stripped off his shirt, letting it fall to the floor, and waited to see if the invitation still stood. He thought it only fair that Ameris know he still found her attractive and his hands might wander.
M'ris likes to call Ameris Kitten. If she ever asked him why, he would have told her it's because she's adorable but still has teeth and claws.
Re: Soothing Bubbles [Ameris] - Ameris - 02.Jan.17
She'd ask one of these days why he called her Kitten. She had never really had a nickname before and she found she quite liked it. It was startling to realize she liked it even more that it came from M'ris. The feeling was different and her train of thought elicited an amused mental rumble from Mizeath. She never could figure out what that gold always found so amusing in her. She couldn't help the answering grin that bloomed on her face, "There are different kinds of unwinding."
She was rewarded when he stripped his shirt off and not for the first time considered herself quite lucky that Mizeath had taken a shine to his Mosiath. Now that had been a shock. The gold had chosen Mosiath for the last two clutches and Ameris had been surprised. She definitely was not complaining. She held out her hand in invitation. "Like I said, the tub's big enough and I would think that you deserved a little relaxation too."
She appreciated that he wasn't put off by the swelling of her body or the marks that lingered from her pregnancy with Rislan and those that had erupted with this one. She scooted forward to give him a little more room to enter the tub. The bubbles were rather soothing and she felt a little decadent.
Re: Soothing Bubbles [Ameris] - M'ris - 23.Jan.17
Seeing as the offer still stood, M’ris wasted no further time in removing the remainder of his clothing. However, before stepping into the water, the bronzerider held up a finger to symbolize needing an extra moment and dashed off to the kitchen where he fetched the tray of fruit. Upon returning, the tray was set within reach of the tub and carefully slipped into the warm water behind Ameris, his legs going to either side of the woman so he could nestle in close behind.
M’ris brushed Ameris’ hair aside and placed a kiss to the back of her neck before wrapping his arms around her, letting his hands rest gently on her belly. “I’m not going to ask how your day was because all duties and worries of the day were left behind at the door. Anything else is fair game.” He’d also be content in sitting in silence and enjoying the company as he leaned back against the side of the tub with a content sigh. It was truly odd how soothing water could be in the right circumstances. Typically he was all about getting in and out after a quick scrub down and never really understood why some people went to bathe so they could be alone and think.
Mosiath, you’re free to spend the evening with Mizeath if you’d like but put the word out we’re not to be disturbed until late tomorrow morning. Barring extreme circumstances, of course. M’ris grinned as Mosiath suggested it’d be entertaining to watch everyone run around in a panic without their leadership but assured he’d make sure everyone knew there were other people around that could solve any issues that sprang up; like the dragonless riders that served as their mentors. Mosiath had once confided he felt weird around them and almost guilty though M’ris couldn’t understand with the dragon would have guilt over something he couldn’t control until the great bronze pointed out he had survived when so many others had not.
Shaking away that depressing memory and those that often tagged along for the ride, M’ris grabbed a slice of apple, popping it into his mouth. A moment later and he frowned as there was a slight taste of something close to soap and realized he had had bubbles on his hand when he swiped the fruit. With a laugh, he gave caution to Ameris, “the bubbles may smell nice and even be pretty, but I advise against eating them.”