19.Sep.13, 04:09 PM
Ghalath wasn't immune to flattery. Not today. Not when she was so worthy of it. She cocked her head back at the brown. But still... he was a fool if he thought he could catch her by talking! Talk talk! Nothing every came of it! Why did no one else on Pern realize it! Everyone was always talking.
Stupid everyone.
She pulled her wings to her sides. Their short span allowed her to tuck them nearly flush against her sides. She went from flying to plummeting in an instant. Her diminutive form had little wind resistance. She would fall faster. He would tire, while she conserved her strength for the next climb. Ha! Stupid brown. All muscle. No mind. Just dark, gleaming muscle....
Z'jan looked O'wain up and down with slow, meticulous calculation. Yes. This man had caught him once before. But that was different... very different. This time, Z'jan wasn't going to give himself away. No. He'd give nothing. If this intruder wanted something, he'd have to take it. If he could.
"You haven't." Z'jan said quietly, but by no means softly. His voice had an edge that would have put a canine's tail between his legs. "You're not. You're there. You're haven't..." his last words trailed off, a muddle of meanings, as the waves of Ghalath's lust gripped his middle like a vice. He rode it out, a shudder rolling down his spine and eyes locked on O'wain but not really seeing him. He'd nearly forgotten about the ledge, the ridiculousness of his predicament. But what was one more challenge? He wasn't afraid! He wasn't afraid of anything! Ghalath's mind wrapped around his own, encouraging him.
They were one: both were high up in the sky. Both were surrounded by air. Both faced a single opponent. Opponent?
Yes.
In this, they were also of one mind.
Stupid everyone.
She pulled her wings to her sides. Their short span allowed her to tuck them nearly flush against her sides. She went from flying to plummeting in an instant. Her diminutive form had little wind resistance. She would fall faster. He would tire, while she conserved her strength for the next climb. Ha! Stupid brown. All muscle. No mind. Just dark, gleaming muscle....
Z'jan looked O'wain up and down with slow, meticulous calculation. Yes. This man had caught him once before. But that was different... very different. This time, Z'jan wasn't going to give himself away. No. He'd give nothing. If this intruder wanted something, he'd have to take it. If he could.
"You haven't." Z'jan said quietly, but by no means softly. His voice had an edge that would have put a canine's tail between his legs. "You're not. You're there. You're haven't..." his last words trailed off, a muddle of meanings, as the waves of Ghalath's lust gripped his middle like a vice. He rode it out, a shudder rolling down his spine and eyes locked on O'wain but not really seeing him. He'd nearly forgotten about the ledge, the ridiculousness of his predicament. But what was one more challenge? He wasn't afraid! He wasn't afraid of anything! Ghalath's mind wrapped around his own, encouraging him.
They were one: both were high up in the sky. Both were surrounded by air. Both faced a single opponent. Opponent?
Yes.
In this, they were also of one mind.