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04.Apr.14, 01:57 PM
He was warm, comfortable, and content. He loved to wake up in such a state, regardless of the fact, that in the back of his mind he knew without a doubt, he was in the wrong bed. He was in the wrong place, with the wrong person, and he was going to be in so much trouble for it later. However the woman beside him was sweet and gentle enough that it didn't bother him enough to make a fuss over it. Dragons flew, and were caught, it was part of weyr life. He and no special attachment to Kahleena, though she and her dragon were a constant in his life as of late. He still knew there would be something said eventually, oh well. Warm and comfortable was all he cared about right then.
Torath was snoozing happily beside Mizeath and was happy his rider was happy and content. A yawn escaped his mouth and he was just about to will himself back to sleep until the woman beside him snuggled closer to him. He smiled for a fraction of a moment, then the woman spoke. Dark eyes popped open without his really meaning them too, then instantly narrowed in a glare that was so harsh it nearly caused him pain. He had woken beside many men and women over the Turns and have been called a colorful array if things, this however was new. He had never been called by someone else's name with such surety.
A sound somewhere between a grunt and a growl rumbled in his throat. "Awake yes. R'nya?...not even close.", he snapped gruffly at the dark haired woman snuggled up beside him. He didn't know exactly why it bothered him, he shouldn't care. She was just another goldrider, caught by a bronze dragon and rider. Shit happened all the time, he had rarely been one to care about others, but this woman, Ameris, was a friend, or he had thought. They got along well and he liked her son, as did Torath. So why was he angry that she had called her R'nya? Because she damn well had, that was why.
What is wrong? , Torath's sleepy, smooth voice went through his mind. He could not understand why his rider was so unhappy when they were obviously once again, the best pair in the wyer. He had caught the feisty Mizeath though the flight had been long and exhausting, it made the bronze that much more proud of her, and of himself for catching her. Nothing. Go back to sleep., he told Torath grumpily. There was no need to sour his dragon's mood, when he had done nothing wrong. Well..he could have kept his happy hide on the damn ground...other than that, he wasn't at fault for women being women. Torath rumbled but despite the fact he knew his rider was upset, he left him alone and nuzzled Mizeath gently. Humans are ridiculous at times.. , he said to Mizeath before settling down again.
Inside, N'kal's sour mood was not to be appeased and as such shoved himself away from Ameris and rolled off the bed. He stretched his shoulders and back, his body popping and cracking as it often did. He ignored Ameris' stuttered apology, his pride wounded as it was, would not allow him to accept her apology. He scanned the room and found his pants, and tugged them on, tying them off before seeming to search for something else. Had he been fully clothed? He couldn't remember, shard it all. This wasn't his room and therefore he had no idea where anything was, but after a couple scans he found a pot of klah on a table. He was angry, but not rude enough to take something and not offer her any. He poured two cups of the stale brew, downed half of his on his way to handing her the other with a grunt. Basically a take it or I will drop it move, but he was in a foul mood, the stale klah was NOT helping that anyway.
Torath was snoozing happily beside Mizeath and was happy his rider was happy and content. A yawn escaped his mouth and he was just about to will himself back to sleep until the woman beside him snuggled closer to him. He smiled for a fraction of a moment, then the woman spoke. Dark eyes popped open without his really meaning them too, then instantly narrowed in a glare that was so harsh it nearly caused him pain. He had woken beside many men and women over the Turns and have been called a colorful array if things, this however was new. He had never been called by someone else's name with such surety.
A sound somewhere between a grunt and a growl rumbled in his throat. "Awake yes. R'nya?...not even close.", he snapped gruffly at the dark haired woman snuggled up beside him. He didn't know exactly why it bothered him, he shouldn't care. She was just another goldrider, caught by a bronze dragon and rider. Shit happened all the time, he had rarely been one to care about others, but this woman, Ameris, was a friend, or he had thought. They got along well and he liked her son, as did Torath. So why was he angry that she had called her R'nya? Because she damn well had, that was why.
Inside, N'kal's sour mood was not to be appeased and as such shoved himself away from Ameris and rolled off the bed. He stretched his shoulders and back, his body popping and cracking as it often did. He ignored Ameris' stuttered apology, his pride wounded as it was, would not allow him to accept her apology. He scanned the room and found his pants, and tugged them on, tying them off before seeming to search for something else. Had he been fully clothed? He couldn't remember, shard it all. This wasn't his room and therefore he had no idea where anything was, but after a couple scans he found a pot of klah on a table. He was angry, but not rude enough to take something and not offer her any. He poured two cups of the stale brew, downed half of his on his way to handing her the other with a grunt. Basically a take it or I will drop it move, but he was in a foul mood, the stale klah was NOT helping that anyway.
