[PRP] Lovely Ladies' Layabout [Finnisa/Iathe]

[ShinosBee]

Finnisa came to waking slowly. She'd slept heavy, worn out entirely, no doubt from the chores that she and the other candidates had been set to the day before. Some days were worse than others, the labor harder, the hours longer...but all for a good reason, it seemed. Riders had to be well in shape, and know how to do many things, and it was training as well as educating. And all of it was more activity than simply herding ovines usually called for. So yes, she decided, eyes still closed. She must simply have had a long day.

...Though, now that she thought about it, hadn't it been a rest day?

Her eyes slid open, slowly focusing as her mind tried to piece together just what might have her feeling like she'd had a vicious workout the day before, why her body felt entirely leaden, her arms stiff and sore and heavy. Or. Well. One arm. She glanced towards the offending limb, which was nearly tingling now that she had more wits about her to realize it. Aaaand it was stuck. Under someone. A very female, very naked someone. Someone that she now remembered, in vivid clarity, doing a very different bout of...exercises...with than were usually prescribed by the candidate master.

"Well. That explains it I suppose," she mumbled to herself, still debating on just what to do. Her arm really was quite asleep now...but it was sort of like when one of the herd animals came to sit beside you, and then fell asleep across your leg. Barring an emergency, it just felt wrong to rouse a sleeping...friend? Neighbor?

Hoo boy. No, all the more reason to just lay still, and try to put a name to the face she'd woke up next to. Iana? Nanathe? Something like that. Yeah.

Tsunake

 

[Tsunake]

Iathe normally had better self-control.

When she first woke up, the young woman was groggy, cranky, and entirely confused. She'd been clinging to... something. Not even caring about the drool smeared on her cheek, Iathe forced her eyes to open, blearily letting the world shift back into focus. Her eyes widened almost comically when she realized the thing she was snuggling up to was an arm... and slowly, her gaze traveled up said arm, to a very naked chest, and a sleepy looking face.

With a wordless yelp, the blonde threw herself backwards, flailing as she nearly fell out of the cot. In an instant, she sprang to her feet and turned, snatching up her hastily discarded clothes to start pulling them on. This way, it also hid her very red cheeks. "Good morning." She bit off each word stiffly, anger roiling under each syllable. It wasn't the other she was angry at--Finnisa, if she recalled correctly--but herself.

Weyrbred she might have been, but Iathe held herself to a higher standard. All that time spent--dallying could have been put to better use. That's all!

ShinosBee

 

[ShinosBee]

"Woah now..." Finnisa had instinctively reacted as if Iathe (she had remembered the name just as the other woman'd opened her eyes) were one of her own ovines, startled nearly enough to hurt itself or others, and she reached out as the other lady nearly pitched back off the bed. That was...a strong reaction. She looked on with mostly amusement as the poor thing set to scrambling back into her clothing, looking anywhere but back at her bedmate, and by the time Iathe was all pulled together and probably ready to sprint from the weyr (which Finnisa then realized was certainly not the barracks...more private, at least, thank Faranth), Finnisa had managed...to sit up.

A hand carded through the waist-long blond tresses, pulling them messily back from her face. The blankets had pooled around her waist, but she made no move to hide herself. They both of them had undoubtedly shared the bathing chambers before (with any number of other women), and what was there to hide? Her body still ached, but even if it hadn't—what was the use of rushing? "Morning," It was almost sing-song in comparison to Iathe's snapping greeting. She couldn't help but smile just slightly, quietly amused at the flurry, the fury of her...friend's...actions.

"You know, anyone else who might've been thinking of working's probably ended up in a similar state as this. I don't think you've missed much of anything. And other than whatever you could have gotten done alone, nothing's been left undone." She cast about the room with a casual, almost lazy slowness. "...Don't suppose you'd feel up for a bit of food before charging off to whatever they've got for us to do today?"

Tsunake