12.Mar.14, 12:30 PM
She woke with a smile on her face, body flush and limbs so relaxed she didn't want to move. The dream had been extraordinary and extremely naughty, but she couldn't seem to find the conscious to be embarrassed. Why should you be embarrassed? Mizeath said from her usual perch along the rooftops, It was delightful. Ameris' face did brighten with embarrassment then when Mizeath's words conjured a renewed memory of the man who had been front and center in that dream.
You're not supposed to eves drop, Mizeath! she admonished the gold.And why not? You enjoyed it. I enjoyed that you enjoyed it, so eves dropping is acceptable, Mizeath replied without remorse. You're incorrigible! Ameris laughed as she swung her legs over the side of the bed and stood.
Ameris spent the morning with Rislan and Mizeath playing about the weyr when the change in her dragon began. It was subtle at first, Mizeath's hide brightening and glowing in increments, almost so subtle that Ameris nearly missed the signs. She'd remained amiable throughout the morning playing with Rislan, allowing the child to climb all over her, with Ameris lost in her thoughts.
Ameris, Mizeath began and Ameris started at the low, breathy sound of Mizeath's voice. Her eyes drifted to the dragon and popped wide at the glow that Mizeath's hide had taken. Every shade of gold blazed in that hide and Ameris whispered, "Mizeath." The gold's reddening eyes turned to her rider and her low sultry voice reverberated through her mind, The time is now.
Desperately Ameris reached for Rislan as the gold launched herself into the air to make a quick dive into the beast pens. Running towards the housing building Ameris screeched through clenched teeth and a rolling mind, "Blood, Mizeath! Blood only!" The gold growled in frustration as the will of her rider pressed against her. She was hungry, starving and she wanted meat.
Ameris nearly flung the boy at the waiting crèche woman and shouted for the woman to hurry away. She had to find her room. Could she make it in her mad dash? She hoped so. She could feel the rising lust coating her dragon's mind as Mizeath leapt upon another beast with hunger. BLOOD! Ameris screamed as Mizeath's intent became clear.
Draining the herdbeast with a defiant shriek, Mizeath dropped the creature and flung herself into the sky just as Ameris finally made it to her rooms. The woman shuddered with the intensity of Mizeath as the link surrounded her, drowning the woman out and replacing it with dragon. They screamed their challenge to the bronzes and browns of the weyr and the bright hide of Mizeath shone like the sun as she streaked into the sky.
You're not supposed to eves drop, Mizeath! she admonished the gold.
Ameris spent the morning with Rislan and Mizeath playing about the weyr when the change in her dragon began. It was subtle at first, Mizeath's hide brightening and glowing in increments, almost so subtle that Ameris nearly missed the signs. She'd remained amiable throughout the morning playing with Rislan, allowing the child to climb all over her, with Ameris lost in her thoughts.
Desperately Ameris reached for Rislan as the gold launched herself into the air to make a quick dive into the beast pens. Running towards the housing building Ameris screeched through clenched teeth and a rolling mind, "Blood, Mizeath! Blood only!" The gold growled in frustration as the will of her rider pressed against her. She was hungry, starving and she wanted meat.
Ameris nearly flung the boy at the waiting crèche woman and shouted for the woman to hurry away. She had to find her room. Could she make it in her mad dash? She hoped so. She could feel the rising lust coating her dragon's mind as Mizeath leapt upon another beast with hunger. BLOOD! Ameris screamed as Mizeath's intent became clear.
Draining the herdbeast with a defiant shriek, Mizeath dropped the creature and flung herself into the sky just as Ameris finally made it to her rooms. The woman shuddered with the intensity of Mizeath as the link surrounded her, drowning the woman out and replacing it with dragon. They screamed their challenge to the bronzes and browns of the weyr and the bright hide of Mizeath shone like the sun as she streaked into the sky.