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16.Jul.12, 11:17 AM
D’hys currently wasn’t paying a lick of attention to dragons or anyone else for that matter. True, he had had several drinks that night and was pleasantly buzzed and could possibly even be classified as drunk but that wasn’t the reason for his uncaring attitude toward external noises. Dragons were loud when they wanted to be and were likely celebrating like their riders so why rouse himself from his pleasant distractions? He was currently preoccupied with his friend Z’ia, hands wandering where they pleased over the shorter man’s body while tongues duelled for control of the kiss. He had seated Z’ia on the edge of one of the long tables brought out for folk to sit at to eat, drink, or talk the night away but D’hys often played by his own rules. Forgotten drinks and dishes were shoved aside once the friends crossed paths again during the celebrating and D’hys stole him for a kiss. Sometime later there they were with D’hys about ready to climb on the table with Z’ia and give everyone a new sort of entertainment. Even Harpers deserved a break!
D’hys, Zeianth’s voice intruded on his mind and D’hys grumbled some nonsensical form of acknowledgement to his blue that had been, as always, quietly off doing his own thing and likely making sure Z’ia and him stayed out of trouble. Aveleth was a bit of a bad influence. While I can tell you don’t care about anything else at the moment, I figured you might be a bit upset if you missed out entirely on what’s happening. Larrikith has taken to the sky. Oh? That was interesting. Somewhat. He was a born and raised weyrbrat and while he could recall a few times where a green flew during Turnover, it seemed a fairly rare event. It was like the dragons knew to let the humans have one night of peace to party and act stupid on their own.
Do you want to chase her? D’hys sincerely hoped not as fingers toyed with Z’ia’s belt clasp. No. She doesn’t call to me and I’m content lying here. While Zeianth’s phrasing was odd, D’hys couldn’t bring himself to care too much and instead sent a wave of gratitude to his dear dragon for not wanting to disturb either of them that night. He did, however, pull away from Z’ia’s mouth long enough to share what Zeianth had told him.
“Apparently Larrikith is flying right now. Zeianth isn’t showing an ounce of interest and I can’t say I’m too concerned over trying B’jin out right now either.” That greenrider was elusive and intrigued many riders of male dragons and D’hys was no different, yet he couldn’t be bothered that night to enter a chase, not when he had a tasty treat he knew he enjoyed already laid out on a table for him to enjoy. As if to prove how delicious he found Z’ia to be, he slowly ran his tongue from collarbone along a bared neck to trace the whorl of an ear before pulling back to allow his friend to see that while he was indeed drunk on lust, it wasn’t some green he was currently focused on, “are you gonna leave me to try your luck?”
D’hys, Zeianth’s voice intruded on his mind and D’hys grumbled some nonsensical form of acknowledgement to his blue that had been, as always, quietly off doing his own thing and likely making sure Z’ia and him stayed out of trouble. Aveleth was a bit of a bad influence. While I can tell you don’t care about anything else at the moment, I figured you might be a bit upset if you missed out entirely on what’s happening. Larrikith has taken to the sky. Oh? That was interesting. Somewhat. He was a born and raised weyrbrat and while he could recall a few times where a green flew during Turnover, it seemed a fairly rare event. It was like the dragons knew to let the humans have one night of peace to party and act stupid on their own.
Do you want to chase her? D’hys sincerely hoped not as fingers toyed with Z’ia’s belt clasp. No. She doesn’t call to me and I’m content lying here. While Zeianth’s phrasing was odd, D’hys couldn’t bring himself to care too much and instead sent a wave of gratitude to his dear dragon for not wanting to disturb either of them that night. He did, however, pull away from Z’ia’s mouth long enough to share what Zeianth had told him.
“Apparently Larrikith is flying right now. Zeianth isn’t showing an ounce of interest and I can’t say I’m too concerned over trying B’jin out right now either.” That greenrider was elusive and intrigued many riders of male dragons and D’hys was no different, yet he couldn’t be bothered that night to enter a chase, not when he had a tasty treat he knew he enjoyed already laid out on a table for him to enjoy. As if to prove how delicious he found Z’ia to be, he slowly ran his tongue from collarbone along a bared neck to trace the whorl of an ear before pulling back to allow his friend to see that while he was indeed drunk on lust, it wasn’t some green he was currently focused on, “are you gonna leave me to try your luck?”
