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30.Mar.19, 08:12 PM
A’tay was feeling off kilter the last day or so. It wasn’t that the Weyr seemed busier than usual because extra riders had invaded for an upcoming Flight though they did add to it. There was a strange energy building with everyone being excited about it but with each passing hour his excitement faded and dread took over. He couldn’t explain it, but it felt like something bad would happen. Maybe that was simply because it was Casa and he knew T’ryn would be conflicted when it came to chasing or not. His brother wasn’t really the best at hiding his emotions and it was obvious he still had a crush on the goldrider and would want to chase her but would also be devastated if he lost--or maybe even if he won. T’ryn didn’t seem to handle winning very well either.
That was what A’tay chalked it up to and continued his lessons as normal and enjoyed the free day in their usual manner of oiling the giant beast. How could one little dragonet grow so much and so quickly? At least the rest of their class had caught up with the growth spurts, though Xyxyth was still the largest. He was nearing the end of the task which he could thankfully do without much thought now since his mind always started to wander. With all the buzz about a gold Flight, A’tay was ashamed to admit that he thought about Madiquel as a goldrider and entering her Flight. He alternated between them already being mated so he naturally would win and envisioning them much as they were now, best friends and nothing more that left him needing to fight for the victory. Actually, he didn’t like that idea too much. The thought of Madiquel caught up in a Flight made him nauseous. She was too pure for such carnal things.
Xyxyth made a ‘hmm’ as if he was thinking about it or perhaps something else entirely as he daydreamed during the oiling and A’tay eyed him suspiciously for a moment. A few months ago they were allowed to start dating again as most dragons would be able to handle such interactions and sharing their mate. Xyxyth was a pretty mature dragon but A’tay hadn’t put him to the test thanks to Madiquel going off to Healer Hall and not showing any interest in him anyway. He actually had a classmate and an Ista resident show interest in him but A’tay nearly died of embarrassment and still had the insecurities that came with being a son of R’nd, especially one that looked a lot like him, and assumed they wanted his dad and not him but he made a good substitute.
Thallyath prepares herself, A’tay was examining Xyxyth’s hide, making sure he hadn’t missed a spot while he zoned out and gave a non-committal noise of acknowledgement. Why did he care if the gold was about to Fly? He supposed it was nice to know so he could prepare for how noisy it was going to get and to make sure he wasn’t in the way of any horny men running around. Actually, he had a feeling the entire Weyr was going to be a mess. Maybe he’d go to his weyr and barricade the door. He was still boggling over the craziness of saying hisweyr, especially since he wasn’t sure if he’d stay in Ista or not upon graduating, when Xyxyth burst his bubble.
I think I will chase. It seems exciting and you seem to like the idea of it with DiDi, so why not Casa? Xyxyth stretched in such a way that A’tay knew he wasn’t joking. It looked like his dragon was preparing to go for the flight of his life and didn’t want a pesky cramp to ruin it. Still, he gawked at his dragon and waited for the punchline that had to be coming. There was no way Xyxyth was seriously considering entering the race but when he didn’t follow it up with anything other than some building lust that A’tay definitely didn’t want to be a part of, he knew he was in trouble.
“Yeah, with her not with… her!” How could Xyxyth think one equalled the other? They didn’t even look alike and definitely didn’t act alike! “Besides, it’s Casa. My brother’s ex. That’s just a complete dick move. I wouldn’t do that to him and he wouldn’t do that to me.” Well, he hoped anyway. T’ryn was also a friend of Madiquel’s and he was so comfortable and confident around her that A’tay sometimes worried that maybe they liked each other and that was why she didn’t notice his crush on her. But T’ryn was too nice for that and was too hung up on his love life issues as it was that he wouldn’t add someone else into it.
“We can’t chase! I don’t want to chase!” A’tay was starting to panic as Xyxyth made no move to back down and seemed to be tracking movement in the distance. He was seriously going to do it, wasn’t he? If he wasn’t outside, he’d swear the air was getting thin as he started to take quick shallow breaths in a building panic attack.
It’ll be fun! And Thallyath is fun and she likes us, A’tay was practically in tears as he tried to fight the lust and convince his dragon not to go. It didn’t matter that the handful of times the dragons had been together had gone fairly well—something he didn’t tell T’ryn since Syrendryth and Thallyath hated each other—because he didn’t want to sleep with Casa in any capacity.
A’tay knew the moment he lost when he heard the screech and saw the little dragon take to the sky. He still reached out a hand with a pitiful, “please don’t, Xyxyth,” even as the bronze took off galloping across the Bowl and took flight to join the train of dragons Thallyath was picking up.
He had to get away. He couldn’t be a part of this! It was a struggle but A’tay fought against the desire to seek out Casa as he walked in the complete opposite direction of where his very being wanted him to go. He felt like he was walking against the wind and doing so while drunk as he stumbled with every slow step he took. He was breathing hard and he wiped the sweat from his brow with the back of his hand, nauseous and dizzy from the blurring vision and feeling like he was in two places at once. When he finally made it to a doorway, A’tay wanted to cling to it as if that would help keep him from being pulled into the Casa tornado. He fully understood why they were taught to just give in and merge with their dragon when it came to Flights but he couldn’t do it.
Thankfully there weren’t too many people around as he felt like the flight lust and horny couples everywhere would be too much for him to fight. Still, he was silently crying from the exertion and desperate eyes sought out someone after all. He needed someone to lock him in a room—alone—or maybe knock him out. When he found someone, that was exactly what he said, or rather, begged for. He couldn’t enter this Flight and no matter what Xyxyth thought because he was a teenage boy with functioning hormones when it came to one girl in particular, A’tay didn’t want to be with anyone else and really didn’t like the idea of ending up with someone when he wasn’t in full control whether he won or lost.
That was what A’tay chalked it up to and continued his lessons as normal and enjoyed the free day in their usual manner of oiling the giant beast. How could one little dragonet grow so much and so quickly? At least the rest of their class had caught up with the growth spurts, though Xyxyth was still the largest. He was nearing the end of the task which he could thankfully do without much thought now since his mind always started to wander. With all the buzz about a gold Flight, A’tay was ashamed to admit that he thought about Madiquel as a goldrider and entering her Flight. He alternated between them already being mated so he naturally would win and envisioning them much as they were now, best friends and nothing more that left him needing to fight for the victory. Actually, he didn’t like that idea too much. The thought of Madiquel caught up in a Flight made him nauseous. She was too pure for such carnal things.
Xyxyth made a ‘hmm’ as if he was thinking about it or perhaps something else entirely as he daydreamed during the oiling and A’tay eyed him suspiciously for a moment. A few months ago they were allowed to start dating again as most dragons would be able to handle such interactions and sharing their mate. Xyxyth was a pretty mature dragon but A’tay hadn’t put him to the test thanks to Madiquel going off to Healer Hall and not showing any interest in him anyway. He actually had a classmate and an Ista resident show interest in him but A’tay nearly died of embarrassment and still had the insecurities that came with being a son of R’nd, especially one that looked a lot like him, and assumed they wanted his dad and not him but he made a good substitute.
Thallyath prepares herself, A’tay was examining Xyxyth’s hide, making sure he hadn’t missed a spot while he zoned out and gave a non-committal noise of acknowledgement. Why did he care if the gold was about to Fly? He supposed it was nice to know so he could prepare for how noisy it was going to get and to make sure he wasn’t in the way of any horny men running around. Actually, he had a feeling the entire Weyr was going to be a mess. Maybe he’d go to his weyr and barricade the door. He was still boggling over the craziness of saying hisweyr, especially since he wasn’t sure if he’d stay in Ista or not upon graduating, when Xyxyth burst his bubble.
I think I will chase. It seems exciting and you seem to like the idea of it with DiDi, so why not Casa? Xyxyth stretched in such a way that A’tay knew he wasn’t joking. It looked like his dragon was preparing to go for the flight of his life and didn’t want a pesky cramp to ruin it. Still, he gawked at his dragon and waited for the punchline that had to be coming. There was no way Xyxyth was seriously considering entering the race but when he didn’t follow it up with anything other than some building lust that A’tay definitely didn’t want to be a part of, he knew he was in trouble.
“Yeah, with her not with… her!” How could Xyxyth think one equalled the other? They didn’t even look alike and definitely didn’t act alike! “Besides, it’s Casa. My brother’s ex. That’s just a complete dick move. I wouldn’t do that to him and he wouldn’t do that to me.” Well, he hoped anyway. T’ryn was also a friend of Madiquel’s and he was so comfortable and confident around her that A’tay sometimes worried that maybe they liked each other and that was why she didn’t notice his crush on her. But T’ryn was too nice for that and was too hung up on his love life issues as it was that he wouldn’t add someone else into it.
“We can’t chase! I don’t want to chase!” A’tay was starting to panic as Xyxyth made no move to back down and seemed to be tracking movement in the distance. He was seriously going to do it, wasn’t he? If he wasn’t outside, he’d swear the air was getting thin as he started to take quick shallow breaths in a building panic attack.
It’ll be fun! And Thallyath is fun and she likes us, A’tay was practically in tears as he tried to fight the lust and convince his dragon not to go. It didn’t matter that the handful of times the dragons had been together had gone fairly well—something he didn’t tell T’ryn since Syrendryth and Thallyath hated each other—because he didn’t want to sleep with Casa in any capacity.
A’tay knew the moment he lost when he heard the screech and saw the little dragon take to the sky. He still reached out a hand with a pitiful, “please don’t, Xyxyth,” even as the bronze took off galloping across the Bowl and took flight to join the train of dragons Thallyath was picking up.
He had to get away. He couldn’t be a part of this! It was a struggle but A’tay fought against the desire to seek out Casa as he walked in the complete opposite direction of where his very being wanted him to go. He felt like he was walking against the wind and doing so while drunk as he stumbled with every slow step he took. He was breathing hard and he wiped the sweat from his brow with the back of his hand, nauseous and dizzy from the blurring vision and feeling like he was in two places at once. When he finally made it to a doorway, A’tay wanted to cling to it as if that would help keep him from being pulled into the Casa tornado. He fully understood why they were taught to just give in and merge with their dragon when it came to Flights but he couldn’t do it.
Thankfully there weren’t too many people around as he felt like the flight lust and horny couples everywhere would be too much for him to fight. Still, he was silently crying from the exertion and desperate eyes sought out someone after all. He needed someone to lock him in a room—alone—or maybe knock him out. When he found someone, that was exactly what he said, or rather, begged for. He couldn’t enter this Flight and no matter what Xyxyth thought because he was a teenage boy with functioning hormones when it came to one girl in particular, A’tay didn’t want to be with anyone else and really didn’t like the idea of ending up with someone when he wasn’t in full control whether he won or lost.
