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Post by Lark on Dec 1, 2011 20:40:27 GMT -5
Iliath crooned as she spotted Aphath finally. Spiralling downward toward her, the green finally landed and looked the amethyst over. You grow more and more each time I see you little one. She moved to nuzzle the amethysts' side before curling up on the Weyr Bowl's ground. It was nice outside tonight, warm and slightly breezy. It smelled like....sea salt.
Pan froze as F'lon asked just who it was that was bothering her. She didn't miss the set of his jaw as he laid out on the stone floor. For some reason, she wanted to go over and lay next to him, but she stopped herself and sat on the step to get into the pool instead. "Does it really matter?" She looked at him sidewise, not quite wanting to say what he wanted her to. She was curious though. Why would he care so much? Am I over-thinking things?
At the mention of using his skills though, she widened her eyes and stared at him. "And what would those be? The thieving ones, or the ones used to fight? You know fights between dragonriders are looked down upon. It's one of the first things people tell a weyrling." She recited the knowledge as if from her own lessons, which honestly she had been. Looking down at her slightly pruned finger-tips though, Panille closed her eyes then opened them again slowly.
"It's...nothing. Iliath just has this..plan. I don't know what it is though. I'm worried, she gets carried away sometimes."
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Post by Zero on Dec 4, 2011 22:26:29 GMT -5
Aphath tilted her head and looked up curiously at Iliath as she came in to land beside her. The skull-marked snout twitched once before she snorted after inhaling part of the dust kicked up by the larger dragons landing. Shaking her head she resettled her wings and sat on her haunches. Of course I’m getting bigger. I wasn’t going to stay small forever. The young dragonet sat up a little straighter and even seemed to puff her chest out slightly. She was big and she was going to keep on growing till she was the big dragon that Hers wished for. Speaking of Hers… You haven’t tried eating him recently, have you?
Does it matter? He repeated silently to himself, almost dumbfounded by the fact that she would even ask such a thing. Of course it matters you silly woman, I wouldn’t have bothered asking if it didn’t! Well, that’s what he would have said if he hadn’t chosen that exact moment to swallow all smartass comments. It was probably for the best anyway. Something was clearly on her mind and if it was driving her crazy then it was driving him to the brink of insanity! How long were they going to play this little game?
“Now don’t go and lecture me here teach, I’m not one of your sheep.” He sighed and ruffled his still wet hair, unknowingly giving himself a slightly comical appearance. “Besides thieving sounds so dirty when you say it. I think I prefer the terms conniving and brilliant, thank you.” He kicked idly at the water before shooting her a quick look.
“Oh is she going to eat a Southerner? Please tell me she’s going to eat someone.” He was clearly teasing by the light tone of his voice and the appearance of his usual little smirk…or was he? “Cause I have to say, I’d rather like to see that.” He would have carried on, spewing something about a clash of the dragons along with whatever else was on his mind, but the hint of worry he thought he glimpsed in her eyes told him now may not be the time.
“I’m sure she’ll be fine though. She’s a devious little thing, no one can out smart her.”
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Post by Lark on Dec 6, 2011 22:12:58 GMT -5
She laughed at his assumption that Iliath would eat someone. "You know she just jokes when she says that right?" Panille splashed water in the weyrling's direction, picking herself off of the step and going onto the dry, more or less, floor. Spreading out near F'lon, Panille closed her eyes and tried to forget about her green's plans. Still, the weyrling had other ideas and continued to comment. "You'd think that...there was one who could though." Pan thought back to her time at Ista under S'vrin's leadership. The bronzerider's beast certainly had been a clever thing, and Panille saw many similarities in the browns from Southern and Iliath's old leading dragon.
"I just..." Pan trailed off not quite sure what she wanted to say. "She's close to rising.....has K'lin talked to you about that?" She blushed, for once uncomfortable with a subject. How could the greenrider explain what she feared without F'lon understanding what was to happen? Biting her lip, she shook her head. "Forget about it...it's not really something for me to talk to you about." She knew though that it was quite common for riders to ask other riders that were older what certain things were like. Betweening, thread drills, mating flights. They were all things that were common knowledge and completely fine topics to be discussed in a Weyr...so why was she feeling awkward now?
(short post=fail and yay for sneak peaks...>.> even if they're late xD)
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Post by Zero on Dec 13, 2011 8:18:20 GMT -5
“That’s what you think. For all we know I probably taste delicious.” Stretching against the damp but warm floor he pulled a face as his back rubbed against an uneven slab of rock. Peeking an eye open as she wandered closer and laid out fairly close to him, F’lon smirked as a devilish idea immediately popped into his mind. He wasn’t able to act on it though as her next words and slight blush caught him completely off guard and he laughed outright. Him making her nervous for talking about a subject that everyone and their mother practically knew about? It was too funny, he just couldn’t help himself.
When his chuckles died down, he wiped a tear from his eye and coughed once or twice as he tried to locate his voice again. “Even if I wasn’t a weyrling with a little female dragon of my own, I would at least know the minor details concerning flights. People love to gossip you know and the resident thief hears all.” Rolling onto his side he propped himself up on one arm and idly rubbed at the scar along his jaw with the other free hand as he looked off in the distance for a moment.
“Unless she’s caught by one of those Southern boys. I can imagine that being unpleasant.” Not realizing he spoke out loud F’lon fixed her with his green eyes once more and flashed her a teasing smile and a little wink. “Well you know I’d happily lend my ah…services, when she does rise but you just had to go and put your foot down on that subject, huh? Ah well, my loss..” With a dramatic sigh, the thief flopped back down onto his back with a heavy mock sigh.
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Post by Lark on Dec 13, 2011 19:32:39 GMT -5
She smiled as he laughed, liking the sound. Tilting her head up to look at him upside down, she smirked. "Yes, I should have known you'd know just about everything that happened here." The redheaded rider closed her eyes and took a relaxing breath. There was no need to get too upset right, he hadn't asked any further questions, he hadn't become nosy....everything was good. When he continued on to mention her fears, she winced. Unfortunately he had hit the nail right on the head with that one. She opened her eyes in time to catch his wink and his next words.
Panille's eyes widened and she shot up and looked at him from a sitting position. "Somehow I have the feeling those services won't have anything to do with stealing or killing..." She trailed off, a teasing smile playing on her lips before she remembered she really wasn't aloud to tease about such things. Being a teacher is soooo boring! Iliath snorted from her spot curled near the amethyst, rolling her eyes at her rider's thoughts. Then quit. Laughing, Panille shook her head. No, it's too much fun messing with them all. The lack of response was enough for the rider. "It must seem funny whenever you see someone acting as if they've been spoken too yet haven't heard anything yourself...of course now you're in on the secret."
She winked back at him, mirroring his movement as she lowered herself on her elbows and stomach. "Too bad she's too young for you to drink, I'd show you where they keep the good stuff." Panille smirked as she thought about that, only able to imagine the things they'd come up with to do then. The poor Weyr would be out of every valuable possession it owned by the time the sun rose. "Hey, don't you have a curfew?" She tilted her head, masking the subtle change in topic as best she could.
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Post by Zero on Dec 13, 2011 21:46:55 GMT -5
His smirk widened and even his eyes flashed with a hidden spark of mischief as she played right into his lap, metaphorically unfortunately. It was frustrating. Oh it really was. He could practically see, or thought he could at least, the same emotions mirrored in her own eyes yet she pulled herself away each and every time. He sighed mentally and sat up as a shiver snaked its way down his spine. It wasn’t a shiver from being cold however, as the air from the heated waters was nice and warm as well, but one of those twitches like someone just danced on your grave. Quite unnerving really. As a thief doesn’t usually come across many friends in his travels.
“Really? Must I remind you that I happen to be Trelis’ most handsome thief to stalk these halls? Curfews mean little to me. Now wine, however, wine is a subject I will never get bored with and there is no power in this Weyr that can keep me from my lovely Benden.” Smirking once more he let his eyes drop and watched his fingers drum thrice on the damp stone. Oh there was something brewing in that conniving and twisted mind of his. Most of the time that would be considered a bad thing but tonight well…. It was definitely more of a fifty/fifty.
Ah, what the hell. He thought to himself with a half shrug. Looking back on this moment though, F’lon would insist she set herself up by lying in such a vulnerable position and so close to him too. His movements were fast but not sloppy or rough, as he leaned over, closing the gap between them, as he stole a kiss. Just like that though he was up and on his feet, walking around to the other side of the water where his pile of clothes laid and waving his hand as he spoke. “Yeah only now I look like everyone else who’s joined the crazy club!” You can bet there was a cocky little smirk planted on his face his whole walk back to his clothes.
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Post by Lark on Dec 13, 2011 23:31:39 GMT -5
What the shells is going on?!?!
He was....but....what about.....ummmr........uh....but.... Oh shut up and admit you like it already! You're giving me a sharding headache! Iliath hissed as Panille's mind went on a brief vacation. All the rider knew was one moment they were laughing about stuff, and then the next he was kissing her. That wasn't the worst part though! When she finally got a handle of her surprise and had half a mind to actually do something about it, he had to get up and leave. Biting back a frustrated groan, not too succesfully, Pan got up to her own sitting position.
"That is rude, didn't anyone ever teach you manners? You don't go kissing a girl then running off." She stuck her tongue out at him, a hand on her hip as she stood on her feet. Watching him cross the room though wasn't entirely unpleasant. Hmmmr.....oh the things that...BAD PAN! She scolded herself for being so easily swayed by emotions. Perhaps if Iliath wasn't so close to her time she'd be in a better mindset, but that wasn't the case. Besides, it was Panille! When did the greenrider ever play by the rules? She scoffed at the idea and studied F'lon before following him.
Zira perked her head up from where she had curled up on some towels, the young canine whimpering as she wagged her tail. No, we're not playing. Of course a canine wasn't a flit and the female only got up and jumped at Pan's legs. The little nails were sharp too. "Ow." Looking from the pup to F'lon she listened as he said something. He just was going to act like nothing had happened?!? "We're not crazy....just special...." She glared at him, crossing her arms. Panille had wanted nothing more in her entire life than to impress.
Crossing the room finally, she leaned against the wall with a towel wrapped around her. Too bad her clothes were still wet from when he had pushed her in. Pan's mind kept running back to one thing though. Had he just meant it as nothing, or maybe it was something? Of course he could be playing with her wanting to make it seem like something when it was nothing. Or maybe that was his aim but he wanted her to think that he wanted her to guess it really wasn't something so that his true feelings were hidden. Maybe he just was being mean though, or not maybe he actually cared. Could that be possible though? No it couldn't be, no guy was that nice. Then again he had said that he wasn't like all those other guys. When was the last time she had met someone that nice?
JUST SHARDING ASK HIM! Iliath's irritated scream made Panille grit her teeth together and wince. "You don't have to yell." She muttered the words under her breath, not thinking that it might be taken the wrong way from F'lon until a few moments had passed already. "Sorry...Iliath's being...well, Iliath." She gave him a half smile and shrugged her shoulders as she leaned down to rub Zira's ear. "So....what was that?" She looked at him for only the briefest moment before looking away somewhere else. What is wrong with you girl? When have you ever been like this?
I don't know, but when you find out where my rider went off to, do tell me.
"Shut up already you insane dragon!"
You're talking out loud again.
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Post by Zero on Dec 14, 2011 17:20:03 GMT -5
F’lon chuckled as he walked away and heard her voice chasing after him. “Rude? No, no.. More defensive really.” Shrugging he reached his sloppy pile of clothes and snatched a towel from the mess. Quickly drying his hair he wrapped the towel around his waist and turned to face her as she walked his way. “You see the last time I tried something so bold and acted outright like so, I received a knife to the leg.” The thief patted the upper part of his left thigh to indicate the mark, though by now the scars were hidden by the towel. “So naturally, my fellow thief and conartist, I predicted the same things occuring. Even pictured your dragon popping in and disembowling me.” F’lon gave a half shrug as if already dismissing the thought. “Active imagination..”
He studdied her face for the longest time after she spoke both to him and to her dragon it would seem. Folding his arms across his chest, his brow furrowed in thought even as a light frown tugged at his features. Was she really second guessing what had just happened? Surely he wasn’t that rusty. The kiss, no matter how brief, couldn’t have possibly been that bad! He idly rubbed at the stubble on his chin as he became lost in his own thoughts for a moment, almost completely forgetting that she had even asked him anything in the first place. Quick enough though, his frown was replaced by a light smile as he uncrossed his arms and stepped closer to her. All at once he was suddenly aware of how loud his heart was currently thudding against his ribs. Get a grip man!
First he gently lifted her chin so she would look his way once more before letting his hands fall to her hips as he moved to close that remaining distance between them. He did all this knowing she could full well shove him aside and leave at any given moment. “I’ve seen how you’ve looked at me. Admit it, you wanted me to kiss you...” Even though all his actions and his words, his little Aphath was at the forefront of his mind. True he was foolish and daring and wound up in a few risky situations now and then, but be as that may, F'lon would never allow himself to willfully hurt his little dragon. Like it or not he was a rider now and, no matter how accustomed he was to it in the past, could no longer throw himself headfirst into any situation that presented himself.
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Post by Lark on Dec 15, 2011 17:01:19 GMT -5
She widened her eyes in response to his mini-story. He had gotten hurt the last time he had been so forward? Panille was about to open her mouth to ask just what he had done, after all with F'lon who knew. However, the weyrling was there and lifting her chin upward. At first she thought he would kiss her again, but instead he just held her hips and pulled her in closer. She smiled, feeling happy for once to be so close to a guy. Usually the greenrider was much too careful to get too close to them. With F'lon though, well she had to take caution more than usual.
Her interest was perked again though as he spoke to her. How could he have known that? Was it really so obvious? She bit her lip, looking away from him and pulling away just the slightest bit. The rider stopped herself before going away completely. "I....I." She couldn't get past that first part. Scolding herself for being such a child about this, she shook her head to clear her mind. "Naturally I was attracted....it didn't mean I wanted you to kiss me though." She deflected it though, not trusting him to really like her. However, as usual her eyes betrayed her real feelings. It's probably just an act...just another man trying to get what he wants.
She pulled away completely, walking around the edge of the pool a bit. More than anything though she wanted to be back in his arms where she felt safe, where she felt needed. The rider could only stay here for so long though. The paperwork had never been truly completed for the transfer, and she feared being called back any moment...after all she didn't have a reason to stay here...or did she? Pan cast a tentative glance at the weyrling thief and then snapped her head back around. "Why did you kiss me? It wasn't some stupid weyrling dare, was it?"
The rider laughed darkly at that. "I wouldn't put it past some of them to ask such a thing, and I remember what it was like being a weyrling...it wasn't too long ago for myself." Outside Iliath gave a bugle. Hers was being the ridiculous one! You're going to regret this Mine....I don't think he's like the others. Panille looked over her shoulder at F'lon again. Well, that's a first then.
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Post by Zero on Dec 16, 2011 18:47:21 GMT -5
‘It didn’t mean I wanted you to kiss me though…’
His previous smile and aura of confidence faltered and shrank as those words met his ears. For the second time in his life that knife struck hard and buried itself deep, no matter that this one was purely figurative. He made no motion to grab for her hand or struggle to keep her there beside him once she decided to pull out of his grasp and quickly walk a few paces away. With a quick shake of his head, F’lon scattered the multitude of screaming thoughts that were currently flooding his mind and instead concentrated on locating his clothes and getting dressed.
…Mine…? Leave it. Dropping the towel he tugged on his trousers before pulling the dark tunic over his head and hastily stepped into his boots, though leaving them unlaced for now. Suppose he had read the signals wrong after all. Idiot… His mind went on to berate him for a good stretch of time. It wasn’t until he had finished tightening his belt and sliding his knife back into his boot did the self beat down stop long enough for him to catch the last bit of her words.
She thought it a dare? Of course she did. He was a thief, a conartist, even a murderer depending on where you went and who you asked. Why should she trust him for even the briefest of seconds? He sighed inwardly and mentally kicked himself. He had no one to blame but himself though. F’lon shot her a quick sideways glance before a halfhearted shrug rolled off one shoulder. “Yeah….yeah a dare. Your garnet weyrling put me up to it. I’m-ah…I’m a little tired, so I think I’ll call it a night…” Stuffing his hands into his pockets, F’lon turned his back on both the water and her and made a straight line for the exit.
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Post by Lark on Dec 16, 2011 19:09:09 GMT -5
lyin’ here with you so close to me
it’s hard to fight these feelings when it feels so hard to breathe
caught up in this moment
caught up in your smile
I’ve never opened up to anyone
so hard to hold back when i’m holding you in my arms
we don’t need to rush this
let’s just take this slow
She bit her lip when he told her that it was only a dare. She had hoped he'd say no, that he would go after her, that he would...Yeah, you hoped a bit too much with this one. As usual Iliath was being the voice of reason, as harsh as that reason was. Panille watched him gather his things, she didn't miss how he would stop every now and again then start where he had stopped. The last thing she should do was the first thing she wanted to do though. Letting go of her lip, she took a single step forward and stopped. What if I'm wrong...what if...Iliath.
The green was silent on this one though. Hers had to learn for herself sometimes. Panille silently cursed the green for the lack of help, but she did understand why Iliath wasn't saying anything. This was not a decision that the dragoness could make for her, it was something she had to do for herself. On the one hand, she was terrified to put herself in this position again. Sure she could go after him, but not only was that putting herself out there, it was also against every rule she had ever learned as a rider.
Still...When have you ever played by the rules Panille my darling? Iliath's croon was a mischievous purr in the girl's mind and she shook her head to clear herself from the fogginess. No matter how much she fought against it though, she knew full well that Iliath was right. But what if he's just playing me... No, that couldn't be it though. F'lon just wouldn't do that. You though S'vrin was the same way, then we went after Ulme. Putting a hand to her temple, Panille watched as the weyrling's form started to disappear into the darkness.
Was she really just going to go to her weyr and stay by herself? If you were really that wanting of company... Iliath let the words trail off so that Panille could fill in the blanks. I am not choosing some random person I pass by! It's not about that you silly green. Iliath's laughter was enoguh to tell Panille that she knew that though. It didn't mean that Pan liked the teasing. "Do I dare....." She shook her head. "I can't..I can't...I..." She looked into the darkness where he had left...and she started running.
Catching up to him, she tackled him, or went to at least. "You're not getting away from me that easily F'lon." She said his name, not thief or weyrling, but his name. She couldn't really remember the last time she had done that, but it didn't matter much. "I...I have no clue what I'm doing. I don't think that it was a dare though, but maybe it was. I don't care, I just don't sharding care! I'm not even supposed to be doing thing, and I still don't care. I could get sent back home, and that's not even what I'm scared of."
She took a breath, and closed her eyes to steady herself. "What I can't stand though, is the idea that I may make the biggest mistake of my life.....and the fact that I don't even know which choice would lead to the mistake." Panille shook her head, her still wet hair clinging to her neck as she pushed it away irritably. "I won't know unless I try something though...and I just..." She couldn't finish it, she didn't really know how to finish it. So, she did the one thing she could do...she kissed him.
WELL IT'S ABOUT SHARDING TIME!
just a kiss on your lips in the moonlight
just a touch in the fire burning so bright
and i don’t want to mess this thing up
i don’t want to push too far
just a shot in the dark that you just might
be the one i’ve been waiting for my whole life
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Post by Zero on Dec 16, 2011 20:13:11 GMT -5
Oh F’lonLoveMine don’t be upset.
I’m not upset. Who said anything about being upset? I’m fine. Isn’t it past your bedtime? We have lessons tomorrow.
You should know you can’t fool me Mine. I see all your thoughts, remember? …I could always singe her hair off if you’d like.
The thief couldn’t help it; he chuckled, though it was brief and short lived. Sometimes he forgot the small devilish streak that ran inside his little girl. The brief laugh and momentarily smile didn’t last long though. It couldn’t, not after that little encounter. He groaned out loud as he walked and ran a frustrated hand through still wet hair. Not only did her words continue to bounce around his mind but his final thought to her still tormented him. Why did he have to tack that stupid lie on at the end instead of just walking out? He groaned again, only this time in his frustration he pounded his fist against the slab of solid rock that made up the wall he was passing.
Instantly he regretted the decision as the searing pain traveled up his arm and exploded in his head. Clenching his jaw against the many explicative’s that were threatening to spill into the night air, the thief pulled a blue rag out of his pocket and hastily wrapped the already swollen and gently bleeding knuckles. “I need a drin-” No sooner did he start speaking did the woman he thought he had left behind in the baths suddenly make another appearance and nearly tackled him to the floor. Luckily, for both, he was able to keep his balance during her full on charge and F’lon found himself with his back against the cool wall while he stared, almost shocked, at Panille. He was surprised the moment she had spoken his name. After all since they had met she rarely seemed to use it, instead insisting on referring to him as thief most of the time. Really it was strange hearing her say his name, almost foreign.
The moment she had caught up to him she was off on a tangent all her own, leaving the man no possible moment to interject. Just like that though, the roles were suddenly reversed and she was the one kissing him. At first his eyes widened and his body tensed. This had to be a trick of some kind…right? The more he thought about it the more he realized he couldn’t form a coherent line of thought and the speed at which his heart was racing in his chest had even blocked out the throbbing in his hand for the moment. Eventually he stopped trying to think and just gave in to the moment, allowing his arms to wrap around her and pull her close as he deepened the kiss.
When the need for air became urgent, F’lon broke the kiss and looked carefully back at her, a whole slew of emotions raging in his green eyes. To have just gone from pushing away, brushing off, and dismissing him…to this? Could you blame him for being a little turned around. “I ah…well, I…” Clearing his throat the thief shook his head before meeting her gaze and starting again. “Silly woman, of course it wasn’t a stupid dare…” He didn’t even take notice of how low and soft his voice had become.
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