29.Jul.12, 08:59 PM
Tyrrisath yawned and rolled onto his back. He was enjoying himself, reveling in the warn summer evening and sharing the pleasantly fuzzy feeling of his rider's drunkenness.
To be fair, S'kef wasn't drunk yet. He was sure working on it, though. With no job to keep him occupied and no better way to hammer out his aggression, he'd been hitting the bottle an awful lot lately. Tyrrisath didn't mind. He was always privy to the dark side of his bonded, a dark side that he chose to embrace when he first formed their bond. He knew S'kef's dark places so well that on an evening like this, they didn't even phase the dragon as he sprawled out in the gather square.
He rolled again, not unlike a horse in the dust. He'd often witnessed the Weyrleader's bronze doing the same thing, and while Tyrrisath was normally far too quiet and dignified to do such a thing, currently he itched.
I should have oiled you today S'kef said blearily, not quite apologizing.
It's not your fault. It's the weather Tyrrisath explained lazily. They both knew it was true, but S'kef was in one of those moods...one of those guilty moods where he liked to blame everything on himself.
S'kef took another long drink and rose to his feet. I'm coming, Tyrrisath he said. Whoa! Everything moved. Maybe he was drunk.
Tyrrisath sighed. He didn't want his rider making a fool of both of them. No he said simply, lifting his own bulk from the grass and taking wing.
S'kef scowled and watched as the dragon lifted off. He wasn't quite sure what he'd intended to do, but he sure couldn't do it now.
And then, Larrikith: Fly with me
He knew that voice. S'kef's eyes widened and he looked skyward, watching as Tyrrisath made an interested turn towards the little green.
I like this game he said to her. Tyrrisath was well aware that it was a game, and on some level S'kef did as well. He blinked a few times and looked around for B'jin.
This is stupid. Why is she pretending to fly? he asked.
To play games with her rider Tyrrisath explained.
S'kef grinned. Oh! What fun! And what a perfect excuse to...hah!
He walked in a partially-straight line towards B'jin. Then, without even bothering to announce himself, reached out to grab a handful of B'jin's ass.
He liked games!
To be fair, S'kef wasn't drunk yet. He was sure working on it, though. With no job to keep him occupied and no better way to hammer out his aggression, he'd been hitting the bottle an awful lot lately. Tyrrisath didn't mind. He was always privy to the dark side of his bonded, a dark side that he chose to embrace when he first formed their bond. He knew S'kef's dark places so well that on an evening like this, they didn't even phase the dragon as he sprawled out in the gather square.
He rolled again, not unlike a horse in the dust. He'd often witnessed the Weyrleader's bronze doing the same thing, and while Tyrrisath was normally far too quiet and dignified to do such a thing, currently he itched.
I should have oiled you today S'kef said blearily, not quite apologizing.
It's not your fault. It's the weather Tyrrisath explained lazily. They both knew it was true, but S'kef was in one of those moods...one of those guilty moods where he liked to blame everything on himself.
S'kef took another long drink and rose to his feet. I'm coming, Tyrrisath he said. Whoa! Everything moved. Maybe he was drunk.
Tyrrisath sighed. He didn't want his rider making a fool of both of them. No he said simply, lifting his own bulk from the grass and taking wing.
S'kef scowled and watched as the dragon lifted off. He wasn't quite sure what he'd intended to do, but he sure couldn't do it now.
And then, Larrikith: Fly with me
He knew that voice. S'kef's eyes widened and he looked skyward, watching as Tyrrisath made an interested turn towards the little green.
I like this game he said to her. Tyrrisath was well aware that it was a game, and on some level S'kef did as well. He blinked a few times and looked around for B'jin.
This is stupid. Why is she pretending to fly? he asked.
To play games with her rider Tyrrisath explained.
S'kef grinned. Oh! What fun! And what a perfect excuse to...hah!
He walked in a partially-straight line towards B'jin. Then, without even bothering to announce himself, reached out to grab a handful of B'jin's ass.
He liked games!