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Post by Lark on Dec 9, 2011 18:40:23 GMT -5
Things were so peaceful, so very peaceful and serene. Panille's eye-lids fluttered the tiniest bit, but she didn't open them. Most of her senses were still just turning on anyway. Warmth. She could feel that most of all, and there was something else. A satisfied smile passed over her lips as she curled up against the pillow tighter. That's what was so warm, the pillow. Nuzzling her head into it, she sighed and dipped back into the darkness of sleep.
It was another candlemark before she woke again, this time actually becoming lucid in her mind. It's probably time to get up...probably time to do another lesson with those sharding weyrlings. The greenrider furrowed her brow, not quite liking that idea. She didn't mind certain weyrlings, but they mostly were just a bother that she didn't want to deal with. Stretching, still having her eyes closed, Panille yawned wide and finally curled back up against the pillow.
Slowly her eyes opened. Hmmmr...oh, hello. The flight from last night, or at least the idea that there had been one, came back. So, who had caught her beautiful Iliath this time? She peaked over the rider's body, staying stalk still as she noticed who it was, then the events of the previous night came crashing back at her. Shards and shells! Panille recoiled, retching and having to calm herself before throwing up. She had slept with that....that thing?!? The redheaded rider glanced over again, curling her knees up to her chin and putting space between them as if Ar'rex was a dangerous object.
In her cavern, Iliath was starting to awaken, the green glancing at the form of her winner. She sighed, not wanting to get up but not wanting to stay with him either. Finally deciding, the dragoness slipped from under him, hissing a threat. Get! There was no love, no nothing. He had sated her need for one flight, he had done nothing more. |
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Post by Zero on Dec 9, 2011 21:26:59 GMT -5
His sleep had been so peaceful and relaxing that he hardly felt the light movements of his current bed partner. She could have been doing summersaults for all there would have hardly been a flinch from his end. What he did notice, however, was the early morning chill dancing across his skin as the furs covering his body slid and shifted. Rex mumbled something incoherent and groped wildly for the furs. Managing to snag a corner he slowly pulled it over himself and flipped onto his side, eyes still shut and blissfully unaware of the internal conflict that was going on beside him.
A few minutes passed before he actually managed to open his eyes. It must have been her constant moving, either that or the fact that he had thought he heard her struggling to keep from vomiting all over his bed that eventually woke him completely. It was one sleepy eye after the other that slowly opened and struggled against the fog clouding his mind as he tried to make sense of just what he was looking at. There was a lovely woman, a few aches and pains, a throbbing headache, the slight aftertaste of wine lingering on his tongue. Yes, most definitely the aftereffects of a flight. The Weyrleader smirked inwardly at the thought.
Ar’rex sat up, leaning against the headboard, and lazily ran his hand through his bed messed hair. “Don’t look so shocked,” he began before a yawn took hold. “We both knew you'd wind up here..”
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Post by Zirin on Dec 9, 2011 21:43:05 GMT -5
Syphraelth had awoken before Illiath in the early dawn, long enough to inform his rider of his location before curling up tighter beside the green and drifting back to sleep. How long he slept, he couldn't say, but the sudden feeling of movement beside him caused the brown to blinked open an eye lazily.
So, she was that type eh? Fun in flight and angry afterwards. He had caught his fair share of similar greens in the past, though none quite so curt as Illiath seemed to be. His jaw opened slowly in a large yawn; he had really hoped to rest a while longer. I'm sorry to have displeased you,
He could argue back if he really wanted, but there was no point, and he was tired. No.. he supposed he could head back to his own weyr... though from the emotions he was pulling from his own rider he didn't think he'd be getting much sleep there either. He glanced at Illiath. She didn't look like she would tolerate him lazing about much longer. his stomach rumbled lightly and he made up his mind; food first. I will go hunt. Would you like me to bring a herdbeast back on my way by?
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Post by Lark on Dec 9, 2011 21:49:45 GMT -5
"Shocked? Shocked? You think I'm shocked?!?"
Her voice grew cold as she narrowed his eyes at him. Pompous jerk was what he was! She loathed him in that instance for being so sure just leaning against the bed and looking at her...oh Faranth! Panille scrambled for the covers, making a surprised sound when she took a bit too much and threw them back. Gritting her teeth she jumped off the bed and started rummaging for her clothes. "We both know I should not have been with you....she didn't choose Sithorath!"
Panille glared at the brownrider, refusing to give him the proper respect of a Weyrleader in her mind and actions. This scene was much too familiar, much much too familiar. She shook her head to clear her thoughts. They should never have....they shouldn't.....Panille groaned and hopped into her pants. "Where the sharding feathers is my shirt?!?" She circled around the weyr before looking back at him accusingly.
The rider crossed her arms, still glaring at him. "By the way, I've had better." She smirked, refusing to really think about if the statement was true or not. In Iliath's cave the green snorted at the brown's words I dont care much about what you do. Yours was not interested in Mine enough to fight for her...so why should I with you? The green hissed irritably, trying to get a rouse out of the brown before she launched herself out of the cave. She didn't follow him to the feeding pens though.
The rustle of wings alerted Panille to Iliath arriving. Well good morning Sithorath, you know if that insolent brother of yours hadn't taken me, I'd have been your prize? Pan cursed again as she realized her dragoness has spoken for them all to hear. What are you doing Iliath?!? The lack of response was answer enough. |
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Post by Zero on Dec 10, 2011 10:12:27 GMT -5
He lightly massaged his temples as his headache spiked. Did she really have to yell? Dragging his hand across his face, Rex jumped slightly at her fumble with the furs before he began to watch, with clear amusement, as she scrambled around in search of her things. Knowing full well that it was only going to annoy her further, he made sure she was well aware of his all too observant eye as she moved. Before he could squeeze a sly comment in about their current situation though she was off again on another small rant. Sithorath didn’t catch Iliath this and I shouldn’t have ended up with you that.. He sighed inwardly and shook his head. It was far too early for such dramatics.
“Had better, huh?” Rex shot her a devilish grin before shrugging and pulling himself out of bed in search of his own clothes. “That’s not quite how I remember it…” Locating his trousers he quickly pulled them on before sitting on the edge of the bed to yank his boots on one by one. “Besides, if that were the case you wouldn’t be so flustered this morning.”
Getting up he strode across the room to a tall book case and plucked the missing shirt in question from the topmost shelf. Now how did that get up there… Holding it out for her to take he cocked an eyebrow. “Surely I’m not all that bad or you would have put up more of a fight when J’degar left. Just admit it, you wanted to end up with me.”
Sithorath, now that the flight was over and the lust had dissipated, was back to his usual relaxed and easy going self. He had still been partly dozing when Iliath arrived, though the ruckus from the two riders inside the weyr had already done a perfect job of waking him. He lifted his head and turned to look at the younger green as she landed. Syphraelth flew harder and won your flight, that is all. I’ll just work harder for you next time so that I’m not beaten.
A loud crash and a shout of annoyance sounded from inside. Most likely the result of a dropped mug of klah. I don’t think Ours bond that well. Another flight could prove disastrous.. The brownrider smirked at his dragons thoughts as they were projected for everyone to hear.
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