08.Sep.13, 07:30 AM
Anger from Ghaeth getting hurt did not mix well with the anger and disappointment at losing. Throw in that his hand was sore from punching some jackass in the nose and it made for one mess of a brownrider. He pushed aside some of the other losers when Rhaedalyn was claimed by R’nya. He didn’t need to see their union. It was not only a reminder of their failure but a bit too much of a show for him. He had some kinks but watching others get it on was not on the list.
The pain had cleared up his head more than the loss had though K’tir still stumbled part of the way home. He wanted to check on Ghaeth and knew the brown would wind up back at the hut after flying off some of his own pent up frustration. His sweet dragon deserved a gold and one day, they would win a flight. K’tir sent reassurance to Ghaeth as he came upon their home as well as letting the dragon know how proud he was of the effort that morning. Despite everything that had worked against them, they had put in a respectable effort and Ghaeth would show his role model of Tyrrisath that he was up to the challenge and win in the future as well.
“I’ll check you soon, Ghaeth. Let me get your supplies and I need a drink as well.” He patted the brown on the nose when Ghaeth landed with less grace than usual as he babied his injury. K’tir hated seeing such a kind being in any sort of distress and while he knew it wasn’t true, there was a bit of guilt that he had been the cause. With a heavy sigh, K’tir tried to let it go as he let himself into his hut and came to a sudden halt when he saw Alerae within.
Hadn’t he sent the kids to her before the flight? K’tir frowned and looked around for a sign that his children were with her but didn’t see nor hear them. She must have sent them both off to Kajitiris’ mother or to the crèche. Either way, why was she in his hut? Worse yet, the flight still had his libido running in overdrive and he wanted nothing more than to strip her and toss her on the table she sat at. A shake of his head was given in an attempt to clear away such things so he could focus on more important issues like injuries and her presence.
“Ghaeth was injured in the flight,” greetings weren’t needed, not right then when she had already invited herself into his home. He didn’t mind, she was a mother to one of his kids and while he hoped she never wandered in when he was with a lover, Alerae would never get snapped at for entering. The glasses were spotted as he glanced around for Ghaeth’s kit and almost purred from the relief at seeing the drink. Flights made for a dry throat with the screaming and whatever else came out of his mouth at the time.
A glass was selected with his weaker hand as he mimicked Ghaeth with babying his injury and a quick sniff made K’tir even happier as he recognised the Katilan wine. A long chug took most of the bitter liquid down before the brownrider once more spoke, “thanks.” He still didn’t know why she was there but K’tir appreciated it a little more.
The pain had cleared up his head more than the loss had though K’tir still stumbled part of the way home. He wanted to check on Ghaeth and knew the brown would wind up back at the hut after flying off some of his own pent up frustration. His sweet dragon deserved a gold and one day, they would win a flight. K’tir sent reassurance to Ghaeth as he came upon their home as well as letting the dragon know how proud he was of the effort that morning. Despite everything that had worked against them, they had put in a respectable effort and Ghaeth would show his role model of Tyrrisath that he was up to the challenge and win in the future as well.
“I’ll check you soon, Ghaeth. Let me get your supplies and I need a drink as well.” He patted the brown on the nose when Ghaeth landed with less grace than usual as he babied his injury. K’tir hated seeing such a kind being in any sort of distress and while he knew it wasn’t true, there was a bit of guilt that he had been the cause. With a heavy sigh, K’tir tried to let it go as he let himself into his hut and came to a sudden halt when he saw Alerae within.
Hadn’t he sent the kids to her before the flight? K’tir frowned and looked around for a sign that his children were with her but didn’t see nor hear them. She must have sent them both off to Kajitiris’ mother or to the crèche. Either way, why was she in his hut? Worse yet, the flight still had his libido running in overdrive and he wanted nothing more than to strip her and toss her on the table she sat at. A shake of his head was given in an attempt to clear away such things so he could focus on more important issues like injuries and her presence.
“Ghaeth was injured in the flight,” greetings weren’t needed, not right then when she had already invited herself into his home. He didn’t mind, she was a mother to one of his kids and while he hoped she never wandered in when he was with a lover, Alerae would never get snapped at for entering. The glasses were spotted as he glanced around for Ghaeth’s kit and almost purred from the relief at seeing the drink. Flights made for a dry throat with the screaming and whatever else came out of his mouth at the time.
A glass was selected with his weaker hand as he mimicked Ghaeth with babying his injury and a quick sniff made K’tir even happier as he recognised the Katilan wine. A long chug took most of the bitter liquid down before the brownrider once more spoke, “thanks.” He still didn’t know why she was there but K’tir appreciated it a little more.