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08.Nov.12, 05:23 AM
S'kef didn't bother to knock as he arrived at J'ver's well-manicured little hut. It was getting late, but S'kef didn't care. The afternoon had proven quite interesting, but after the exciting, tiring, confusing, and motivating little meeting with B'jin, S'kef wanted nothing more than to crawl back home to his other greenrider, his real greenrider. B'jin belonged to S'kef by virtue of maiden flight, but he was little more than a toy to be dusted off on occasion. J'ver was a real prize, something S'kef selected himself rather than receiving giftwrapped.
Well, S'kef pretended that he was the one who found J'ver, but they both knew it was the other way around. Sweet, sly little thing! S'kef smirked as he opened the door, stepping inside and calling out a greeting. "Jai? I'm home," he said, looking around for a glimpse of his sweet pet.
I doubt he is pleased Tyrrisath muttered, displeased at having been summoned to carry S'kef from the weyrfolk hall to J'ver's hut. The brown disappeared, departing to return to Rilaleeyth at her distant ledge.
The brown had arrived shortly after the flight, hoping to reassure Rila and do away with any hurt feelings. Tyrrisath found himself somewhat remorseful after the flight, which was unusual. He and Rila occasionally flew with other dragons, right? He seemed to believe they did, since that's what S'kef remembered, but something felt different this time. The dragon sighed, settling down beside her and turning his head to her.
He crooned at her reassuringly. Tyrrisath, like S'kef, was both distant and intensely emotional. Neither man nor dragon expression emotion readily, but that didn't mean the brown wasn't afire with concerns and regrets. S'kef remembered them having many flights together, but the occasional exception. The last one had gone poorly over a misunderstanding, right? Why was this one so different? It puzzled the dragon, who hardly understood human attachment. It had been a long time since he'd been so insecure over his own prowess.
Last time, S'kef had scolded him for losing to a blue. This time, he was in trouble for winning?
He sighed and pressed his nose against Rila, forked tongue extending to lap gently at her hide. He rumbled softly to her, both his soothing influence and his worries projecting themselves to her. He'd never allowed the green to taste his fear before.
Back at the Weyr, S'kef frowned. Are they upset with us? he asked, but he got no reply. He immediately frowned, a gesture he regretted, since B'jin's teeth had shredded his lower lip so badly he feared he'd need stitches.
J'ver wasn't going to be upset with him, was he? After he'd justified Rilaleeyth's right to fly with other males only a few months before? Surely J'ver didn't think he and Rilaleeyth got to follow one set of rules while S'kef and Tyrrsath were to follow another. That wasn't happening.
While the notion filled the brownrider with indignation, he also felt a flourish of legitimate, unpleasant worry. "Jai?"
Well, S'kef pretended that he was the one who found J'ver, but they both knew it was the other way around. Sweet, sly little thing! S'kef smirked as he opened the door, stepping inside and calling out a greeting. "Jai? I'm home," he said, looking around for a glimpse of his sweet pet.
I doubt he is pleased Tyrrisath muttered, displeased at having been summoned to carry S'kef from the weyrfolk hall to J'ver's hut. The brown disappeared, departing to return to Rilaleeyth at her distant ledge.
The brown had arrived shortly after the flight, hoping to reassure Rila and do away with any hurt feelings. Tyrrisath found himself somewhat remorseful after the flight, which was unusual. He and Rila occasionally flew with other dragons, right? He seemed to believe they did, since that's what S'kef remembered, but something felt different this time. The dragon sighed, settling down beside her and turning his head to her.
He crooned at her reassuringly. Tyrrisath, like S'kef, was both distant and intensely emotional. Neither man nor dragon expression emotion readily, but that didn't mean the brown wasn't afire with concerns and regrets. S'kef remembered them having many flights together, but the occasional exception. The last one had gone poorly over a misunderstanding, right? Why was this one so different? It puzzled the dragon, who hardly understood human attachment. It had been a long time since he'd been so insecure over his own prowess.
Last time, S'kef had scolded him for losing to a blue. This time, he was in trouble for winning?
He sighed and pressed his nose against Rila, forked tongue extending to lap gently at her hide. He rumbled softly to her, both his soothing influence and his worries projecting themselves to her. He'd never allowed the green to taste his fear before.
Back at the Weyr, S'kef frowned. Are they upset with us? he asked, but he got no reply. He immediately frowned, a gesture he regretted, since B'jin's teeth had shredded his lower lip so badly he feared he'd need stitches.
J'ver wasn't going to be upset with him, was he? After he'd justified Rilaleeyth's right to fly with other males only a few months before? Surely J'ver didn't think he and Rilaleeyth got to follow one set of rules while S'kef and Tyrrsath were to follow another. That wasn't happening.
While the notion filled the brownrider with indignation, he also felt a flourish of legitimate, unpleasant worry. "Jai?"
