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04.Feb.18, 11:14 AM
The screech of dragons joining a Flight was what woke T’ryn, not the lust of his dragon. That wasn’t even something he registered at first as he came to consciousness and tried to figure out which green decided to be obnoxious this time with the early wake up call. It’s a gold, not a green. It took a moment, but his dragon’s softly spoken explanation finally penetrated his groggy mind and T’ryn slowly sat up and looked in the direction of where his dragon was also sitting, though he couldn’t see the great beast.
“Are… you’re… Sy…” T’ryn didn’t know how to express himself or ask the question that was repeating through his head. Actually, there were two questions but neither one seemed able to form on his tongue. Luckily, Syrendryth was attentive enough to catch the questions in his mind and he heard his dragon shift, almost as if he was also uncomfortable despite him being one of the most confident males – dragon or human – he knew.
It’s Nadioth and while I’d like to chase… you aren’t ready yet.
T’ryn was having a hard time pegging down one specific emotion to feel. He was relieved and it scared that it was Nadioth and not, for example, Thallyath, which also disappointed him a bit. Her blonde rider was cute and much closer to his age. He was also confused over why whether or not he was ready mattered. He was already dressed for bed so he was pretty much dressed for a Flight. Why wouldn’t he be ready?
Oh.
“You mean I’m not ready for flights.” That was true. Who was? He could only imagine what it must be like to be a rider of a female dragon and how intense that fear would be. T’ryn was certain he’d be ready for flights once he, well, once he took care of that pesky virginity issue that seemed to be such a big deal in Weyrs.
T’ryn debated going back to bed but he could feel Syrendryth’s lust coming through their bond, despite how much the dragon was trying to dampen it. In that moment, T’ryn felt beyond loved. His dragon wanted to chase but he didn’t dare because his rider was a mess and not ready for such an event yet.
Making up his mind, T’ryn jumped out of bed and quickly tossed on clothes and then his riding leathers. When he met up with Syrendryth a few minutes later, he gave the bronze a hug and then set about getting the riding gear in place.
Ten minutes later and they were ready to go, though they waited on their ledge until Nadioth had led her admirers a bit further away from them. T’ryn didn’t want to risk getting caught up in the chase nor did he want Nadioth to think they were after her and get them injured in the process.
They had agreed to head up to the Benden area where his aunt lived but it was far too early for an unannounced visit so they’d kill some time exploring. T’ryn didn’t want to admit it to anyone, not even N’mor even though they were partners in a lot of crimes, but he wanted to see Benden Weyr. The closed Weyrs were off limits but he had been slowly making his way closer, exploring the land and taking in the sights. His dad had lived in that Weyr before the plague, even if it was for less than a year, but T’ryn wanted to know more about it. It was a part of his family’s history!
Since it was so early, they decided to beeline right to the Weyr with the idea they’d just circle around the edges but not land. At least, that was the plan before they both spotted a familiar golden hide. “Is that Thallyath? Is she okay? Where’s Casa?” T’ryn started to worry that something must have happened if the golden pair had landed inside the Weyr and it didn’t alleviate when they started to circle lower and he spotted Casa flopped on the ground.
The girl is likely fine. Thallyath would be having a fit if she wasn’t. But I’ll land if it’ll make you feel better. T’ryn patted his dragon in thanks and barely waited for him to land before sliding down his side.
“Casa! Are you okay? What are you doing here?” T’ryn knelt beside her and resisted the urge to check her forehead for a fever. He settled for visibly taking in her appearance for any sign of an injury. He started to worry that perhaps they got caught up in the Flight when they tried to leave and he glanced at Thallyath for any sign she was hurt or angry.
“Are… you’re… Sy…” T’ryn didn’t know how to express himself or ask the question that was repeating through his head. Actually, there were two questions but neither one seemed able to form on his tongue. Luckily, Syrendryth was attentive enough to catch the questions in his mind and he heard his dragon shift, almost as if he was also uncomfortable despite him being one of the most confident males – dragon or human – he knew.
T’ryn was having a hard time pegging down one specific emotion to feel. He was relieved and it scared that it was Nadioth and not, for example, Thallyath, which also disappointed him a bit. Her blonde rider was cute and much closer to his age. He was also confused over why whether or not he was ready mattered. He was already dressed for bed so he was pretty much dressed for a Flight. Why wouldn’t he be ready?
Oh.
“You mean I’m not ready for flights.” That was true. Who was? He could only imagine what it must be like to be a rider of a female dragon and how intense that fear would be. T’ryn was certain he’d be ready for flights once he, well, once he took care of that pesky virginity issue that seemed to be such a big deal in Weyrs.
T’ryn debated going back to bed but he could feel Syrendryth’s lust coming through their bond, despite how much the dragon was trying to dampen it. In that moment, T’ryn felt beyond loved. His dragon wanted to chase but he didn’t dare because his rider was a mess and not ready for such an event yet.
Making up his mind, T’ryn jumped out of bed and quickly tossed on clothes and then his riding leathers. When he met up with Syrendryth a few minutes later, he gave the bronze a hug and then set about getting the riding gear in place.
Ten minutes later and they were ready to go, though they waited on their ledge until Nadioth had led her admirers a bit further away from them. T’ryn didn’t want to risk getting caught up in the chase nor did he want Nadioth to think they were after her and get them injured in the process.
They had agreed to head up to the Benden area where his aunt lived but it was far too early for an unannounced visit so they’d kill some time exploring. T’ryn didn’t want to admit it to anyone, not even N’mor even though they were partners in a lot of crimes, but he wanted to see Benden Weyr. The closed Weyrs were off limits but he had been slowly making his way closer, exploring the land and taking in the sights. His dad had lived in that Weyr before the plague, even if it was for less than a year, but T’ryn wanted to know more about it. It was a part of his family’s history!
Since it was so early, they decided to beeline right to the Weyr with the idea they’d just circle around the edges but not land. At least, that was the plan before they both spotted a familiar golden hide. “Is that Thallyath? Is she okay? Where’s Casa?” T’ryn started to worry that something must have happened if the golden pair had landed inside the Weyr and it didn’t alleviate when they started to circle lower and he spotted Casa flopped on the ground.
“Casa! Are you okay? What are you doing here?” T’ryn knelt beside her and resisted the urge to check her forehead for a fever. He settled for visibly taking in her appearance for any sign of an injury. He started to worry that perhaps they got caught up in the Flight when they tried to leave and he glanced at Thallyath for any sign she was hurt or angry.
