09.Aug.13, 12:09 AM
For a few brief moments, at least, Caxith allowed for a slight laziness in her flight. But she wasn't foolish, and had already been around the block a few times. Indolence was not something she typically enjoyed, but even she could admit that it had its moments, however brief they might have been. The restlessness was something she had picked up from T'rielle, she was certain (not that that was a bad thing, either, because she'd been infuriatingly lazy as a hatchling and that had just about driven T'rielle insane), though sometimes she just couldn't help herself and decided to take a lazy moment. This, however, was not meant to be one of those moments, as was quickly made clear by the flash of blue hide a ways below her.
There was a flash of pleasure--or was that pride?--before she twisted and rose in altitude, crooning over her shoulder at the blue, who she hadn't bothered to identify beyond the color of his hide up until now. It didn't matter who it was, anyway, because the ultimate end result would be the same regardless. That was her view on the whole debacle, anyway, though they both knew their opinions differed on that topic. It wasn't really a problem, because T'rielle wasn't so much of a prude that he was particularly picky about his choice in bedmates (when he got to make the choice, anyway). His first had been in the lake behind a big rock shortly before Impressing Caxith, and it had pretty much solidified his apparent preference for the masculine sex, because he had yet to end up in the same bed as another woman (not even the same woman, in fact).
But that was neither here nor there, as there were only a couple blues who possessed female riders, and while Caxith didn’t particularly care one way or the other, Ilveriath certainly wasn’t one of them. That whole message didn’t quite get through, from either end, but T’rielle’s attention only latched onto that for a couple seconds before he was pulled (quite willingly) into his dragon’s elation over the flight
There was a flash of pleasure--or was that pride?--before she twisted and rose in altitude, crooning over her shoulder at the blue, who she hadn't bothered to identify beyond the color of his hide up until now. It didn't matter who it was, anyway, because the ultimate end result would be the same regardless. That was her view on the whole debacle, anyway, though they both knew their opinions differed on that topic. It wasn't really a problem, because T'rielle wasn't so much of a prude that he was particularly picky about his choice in bedmates (when he got to make the choice, anyway). His first had been in the lake behind a big rock shortly before Impressing Caxith, and it had pretty much solidified his apparent preference for the masculine sex, because he had yet to end up in the same bed as another woman (not even the same woman, in fact).
But that was neither here nor there, as there were only a couple blues who possessed female riders, and while Caxith didn’t particularly care one way or the other, Ilveriath certainly wasn’t one of them. That whole message didn’t quite get through, from either end, but T’rielle’s attention only latched onto that for a couple seconds before he was pulled (quite willingly) into his dragon’s elation over the flight