23.Sep.13, 05:11 AM
O'wain could feel the shifting tensions running through Z'jan's body. He didn't know quite what to make of it, was the man at war with himself? Shocked to be once again in his arms? Uncomfortable due to the chilly breeze that kept coming down from the mountain? All O'wain knew for certain was Z'jan's movements put pressure on a spot of his ribs that was quite sore. Not to mention his knees hurt and well other parts which became scrapped and bruised against the rock. Not his idea of a great place to win a flight on.
Then he felt Z'jan shift and start moving a finger over his collarbone which had an immediate reaction lower down. Was he hoping for some after flight fun? If they where on soft ground or better yet a bed, O'wain would be all for some more love making, but a rocky ledge, not the best place.
"We seem to be on a ledge high up on the mountainside, Z'jan." O'wain said softly. "Our silly dragons are so exhausted I doubt we can rouse them till dawn."
Then he felt Z'jan shift and start moving a finger over his collarbone which had an immediate reaction lower down. Was he hoping for some after flight fun? If they where on soft ground or better yet a bed, O'wain would be all for some more love making, but a rocky ledge, not the best place.
"We seem to be on a ledge high up on the mountainside, Z'jan." O'wain said softly. "Our silly dragons are so exhausted I doubt we can rouse them till dawn."