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17.Jun.18, 11:01 PM
It was unusually warm when An’tell came to consciousness, and as his thoughts gradually slotted into place he recognized the lingering traces of Flight lust. Apparently he couldn’t visit Telgar these days without Erinath chasing someone. It had only been a few days since his flirty bronze had flown for Bedith, interrupting An’tell’s plans to meet a few people, and today, again, his errand of ‘stop by Telgar and say hello to a few people’ was thwarted by his dragon.
I did not thwart you, look. Erinath said cheerfully. An’tell frowned, eyes still closed. What did Erinath mean by that? It didn’t sound like he was just protesting An’tell’s choice of words, it felt like there was more to it. Look. An’tell opened his eyes.
Ah. ’You actually won?’ He asked, rather surprised to see C’dhin, whose Coroth they’d been chasing, sleeping partially on top of him, head on An’tell’s shoulder, arm around his stomach, and a leg hooked around one of An’tell’s. At least he understood what Erinath meant about not thwarting him now. He and C’dhin were friendly, if not friends, and the the greenrider had been on An’tell's list of people to say hello to if they were around. ’Gold flight the other day finally make you decide you want to start winning?’ An’tell asked Erinath, wondering why the bronze had finally chosen to win a Flight. This win was a choice, An’tell could remember that much, though the details were still fuzzy to him, though slowly becoming clearer. Hardly. Erinath said stiffly, and An’tell could hear him shifting on the ledge nearby. She asked me to try so I did. And I wasn’t going to let that rude brown win.
’She asked you to?’ An’tell asked, surprised, while he tried to remember more of the Flight and the brown in question. He could vaguely recall a brown flying nearby, jostling them and trying to get in their way. Erinath snorted. No personal integrity, that one. He clawed a blue for getting too close to him. I wasn’t going to let him touch Coroth, even if I hadn’t already been planning on winning. An’tell mentally poked his dragon, amused by how offended he was by the brown. ’What a gentleman you are.’ The bronze huffed at the mixed compliment, curling even more around the green beside him.
An’tell looked down at his own cuddly green, straining his neck a little to be able to see C’dhin’s face. He didn’t know how heavy a sleeper his friend was, and wasn’t sure if trying to free himself and get up would cause C’dhin to wake.
Or we could enjoy winning for a little while before you try to be responsible. We were going to visit them anyway. Just consider this part of the planned visit.
’I didn’t exactly plan on being in bed with him when we visited. I was thinking more along the lines of exchanging pleasantries and asking if he’d learned any new recipes.’ An’tell thought wryly, shifting a little so that the arm C’dhin lay on top of would be a little more comfortable and a little less tingly from lack of blood flow.
And isn’t this much better? Erinath teased, clearly pleased with himself and the current situation. An’tell started to respond to him, but he felt C’dhin move slightly against him and let out a soft noise. Instead of bantering with his dragon, An’tell watched C’dhin, wondering if he was waking up and hoping the whole situation wouldn’t be too awkward.
I did not thwart you, look. Erinath said cheerfully. An’tell frowned, eyes still closed. What did Erinath mean by that? It didn’t sound like he was just protesting An’tell’s choice of words, it felt like there was more to it. Look. An’tell opened his eyes.
Ah. ’You actually won?’ He asked, rather surprised to see C’dhin, whose Coroth they’d been chasing, sleeping partially on top of him, head on An’tell’s shoulder, arm around his stomach, and a leg hooked around one of An’tell’s. At least he understood what Erinath meant about not thwarting him now. He and C’dhin were friendly, if not friends, and the the greenrider had been on An’tell's list of people to say hello to if they were around. ’Gold flight the other day finally make you decide you want to start winning?’ An’tell asked Erinath, wondering why the bronze had finally chosen to win a Flight. This win was a choice, An’tell could remember that much, though the details were still fuzzy to him, though slowly becoming clearer. Hardly. Erinath said stiffly, and An’tell could hear him shifting on the ledge nearby. She asked me to try so I did. And I wasn’t going to let that rude brown win.
’She asked you to?’ An’tell asked, surprised, while he tried to remember more of the Flight and the brown in question. He could vaguely recall a brown flying nearby, jostling them and trying to get in their way. Erinath snorted. No personal integrity, that one. He clawed a blue for getting too close to him. I wasn’t going to let him touch Coroth, even if I hadn’t already been planning on winning. An’tell mentally poked his dragon, amused by how offended he was by the brown. ’What a gentleman you are.’ The bronze huffed at the mixed compliment, curling even more around the green beside him.
An’tell looked down at his own cuddly green, straining his neck a little to be able to see C’dhin’s face. He didn’t know how heavy a sleeper his friend was, and wasn’t sure if trying to free himself and get up would cause C’dhin to wake.
Or we could enjoy winning for a little while before you try to be responsible. We were going to visit them anyway. Just consider this part of the planned visit.
’I didn’t exactly plan on being in bed with him when we visited. I was thinking more along the lines of exchanging pleasantries and asking if he’d learned any new recipes.’ An’tell thought wryly, shifting a little so that the arm C’dhin lay on top of would be a little more comfortable and a little less tingly from lack of blood flow.
And isn’t this much better? Erinath teased, clearly pleased with himself and the current situation. An’tell started to respond to him, but he felt C’dhin move slightly against him and let out a soft noise. Instead of bantering with his dragon, An’tell watched C’dhin, wondering if he was waking up and hoping the whole situation wouldn’t be too awkward.
