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13.May.14, 06:33 PM
Hmm.. the bronze murmured in the background of J'tir's mind. There are whisperings from other dragons. The man shifted, his blankets muffling his groan of displeasure. You are awfully gossipy lately, he groaned inwardly, are they anything worth listening to? The morning sun streamed in through the makeshift blinds he had made, a precaution against morning hangovers and his migraines. Blessedly, he didn't seem to have one that morning. Get up lazy man, I have been nice about my itching today. The sun has been up for quite a awhile now. Alright, alright. You're lucky I love you. he said, with a smile in his voice. J'tir flipped the blankets aside, and rolled off the edge of the bed. The room was a bit dark as he made his way across to the window. Late afternoon sun streamed in when he opened the curtain, warming his bare chest. Running a hand through his hair, J'tir cast his gaze around the room and eyed the clothes on the floor. "I really should clean this place," he grinned, picking up a clean shirt and pulling it over his head.
We should fly today. Vleyth commented idly as he waited for his oiling. I'm outside, the sun is warm. J'tir gave himself a moment of silence as he listened to the bronze, and quickly gathered the dirty clothes from the floor, tossing them into a basket near the door to wash later. Maybe he would take them to the hot springs and kill two birds with one stone. On the table by the window he found a pitcher of water, condensing water on the outside and he grinned. One of the women who was sweet on him always kept it there in the mornings. J'tir poured a glass and drank it down quickly before striding to the door, retrieving the oil and soft rags and greeting his bonded in the sunlight. "Is it your head again, Vley? You really do have to stop being such a messy eater." he teased. There is a rumor about you. They say there is a letter to you, written by a woman you were with. You have a son, somewhere.
Shock emanated through their bond as the man took in what his bondmate told him. A son? Was it true? He knew he had been with plenty of women, but none of them had come forward. And where was this supposed letter anyway? "A son... I'm a father." he grinned, "Do they say who the mother is?" No, I haven't heard a female's name. I heard it in passing while I ate.
His day immediately brightened by the rumor, true or not, and he made it through Vleyth's oily patches in almost record time. The bronze rumbled his pleasure, and the itchy sensation through the bond disappeared. Afternoon had rolled around while he worked, sweat dripped down his back and his hair was plastered to his head in a most unattractive manner. None of it diminished his mood though, and his grin lit his face as he gazed at the wonder that was his bonded. How did I ever get so lucky to have Impressed you? As if to remind him that he had woken later than usual, and his own dragon had already eaten, his stomach growled loudly. Perhaps you will learn something from the other riders there. the bronze all but purred, shifting so that J'tir could climb on. The man set the oil and rags against the wall of the hut, slipped his feet into a pair of leather moccasins and obliged. Strong wingbeats later and he was airborne, feeling the hide of the bronze move beneath him as they flew the short distance. Let's go to the creche. If I have a son, they may know something.
His stomach would have to wait, J'tir decided, as Vleyth landed carefully near the Weyrfolk Housing. He slide from his dragon's back and landed with a gentle thump on the ground. "Go soak up some sun, my dearest." and walked in the building. The creche was a place he actually liked to go when he had time. Holding the infants calmed him. The thought made him wonder if he had ever held his own son and not known. One of the women watching a group of kids smiled at him and he went over. "Hey mister bronze," she smiled, "You here to hold a baby?" J'tir made silly faces at the youngin' in her arms, and made it giggle.
"I'm actually here about a rumor Vleyth heard this morning. Do you know if any of these are mine?" he asked, gesturing around him to the children.
She looked at him sideways, and he couldn't read the expression she was giving him. "They all are." Her straight faced scared him for a moment and he panicked looking around at them all before she burst out laughing, "I was kidding," she sputtered. "But you should go to the hot springs. You may find some answers there." And she walked away, still laughing as she gently lay the baby down to sleep. Shaking his head at the mystery of women's humor, the rider left quietly so he wouldn't wake any sleeping babies. Reaching through the bond and sensing his dragon, he could tell the bronze was sleeping. Deciding against waking him, J'tir walked back to his hut and grabbed the basket of laundry, sweetsand, and a rough bristle brush to clean with.
The short walk was pleasant, and didn't take him long to arrive. Steam billowed from the pools and obscured most of the area. The bronzerider set the basket at one of the more private pools and stripped off his dirty clothes just as a bit of wind blew through. The clothes scattered from the basket and the man ran around gathering them up from the ground, trees and small bushes. Grumbling, J'tir grabbed the first things on the top and absently began scrubbing them with the cleaning sand and brush before dunking them deep in the hot water to rinse them. As he lifted them from the water to wring out, he noticed that they were not actually his clothes he had just washed. What man wears a skirt, after all? Deciding there had to be someone there he had missed, J'tir was forced to break the peacefulness of the small pools and call out, "Hello?" It wasn't loud, and almost as if it were a response, he heard a woman's voice singing.
Had that creche woman meant that he would find a woman here who could answer his question? Sheepishly he draped the clean shirt, skirt and... lady items over his shoulder and forged ahead slowly to another small pool where the farthest of his clothes had been blown. "Uh, hello..." he said, by way of announcing himself to the back of her head. "I seem to have ahh... washed your clothes. I didn't mean to take them, I apologize." As he spoke, he moved around to the front where he could see her face and almost dropped the newly clean clothes on the ground. He knew this woman. There had been a dragonlust filled night of passion, resulting in bruising to the both of them.. she had been fiesty with her teeth, and he had been fueled by the loss of the Flight. They had parted in the morning, and he had never heard from her again. Close your mouth, you are making us look foolish standing there like a lackjaw. The not so sleepy Vleyth cut in. Eavesdropping again? J'tir sent, while closing his mouth and composing himself. The bronze was right, he was making a fool of them. "Ali? I haven't seen you since... that night." he stammered. "I... you.... how have you been? he finished, trying not to seem like a deadglow.
We should fly today. Vleyth commented idly as he waited for his oiling. I'm outside, the sun is warm. J'tir gave himself a moment of silence as he listened to the bronze, and quickly gathered the dirty clothes from the floor, tossing them into a basket near the door to wash later. Maybe he would take them to the hot springs and kill two birds with one stone. On the table by the window he found a pitcher of water, condensing water on the outside and he grinned. One of the women who was sweet on him always kept it there in the mornings. J'tir poured a glass and drank it down quickly before striding to the door, retrieving the oil and soft rags and greeting his bonded in the sunlight. "Is it your head again, Vley? You really do have to stop being such a messy eater." he teased. There is a rumor about you. They say there is a letter to you, written by a woman you were with. You have a son, somewhere.
Shock emanated through their bond as the man took in what his bondmate told him. A son? Was it true? He knew he had been with plenty of women, but none of them had come forward. And where was this supposed letter anyway? "A son... I'm a father." he grinned, "Do they say who the mother is?" No, I haven't heard a female's name. I heard it in passing while I ate.
His day immediately brightened by the rumor, true or not, and he made it through Vleyth's oily patches in almost record time. The bronze rumbled his pleasure, and the itchy sensation through the bond disappeared. Afternoon had rolled around while he worked, sweat dripped down his back and his hair was plastered to his head in a most unattractive manner. None of it diminished his mood though, and his grin lit his face as he gazed at the wonder that was his bonded. How did I ever get so lucky to have Impressed you? As if to remind him that he had woken later than usual, and his own dragon had already eaten, his stomach growled loudly. Perhaps you will learn something from the other riders there. the bronze all but purred, shifting so that J'tir could climb on. The man set the oil and rags against the wall of the hut, slipped his feet into a pair of leather moccasins and obliged. Strong wingbeats later and he was airborne, feeling the hide of the bronze move beneath him as they flew the short distance. Let's go to the creche. If I have a son, they may know something.
His stomach would have to wait, J'tir decided, as Vleyth landed carefully near the Weyrfolk Housing. He slide from his dragon's back and landed with a gentle thump on the ground. "Go soak up some sun, my dearest." and walked in the building. The creche was a place he actually liked to go when he had time. Holding the infants calmed him. The thought made him wonder if he had ever held his own son and not known. One of the women watching a group of kids smiled at him and he went over. "Hey mister bronze," she smiled, "You here to hold a baby?" J'tir made silly faces at the youngin' in her arms, and made it giggle.
"I'm actually here about a rumor Vleyth heard this morning. Do you know if any of these are mine?" he asked, gesturing around him to the children.
She looked at him sideways, and he couldn't read the expression she was giving him. "They all are." Her straight faced scared him for a moment and he panicked looking around at them all before she burst out laughing, "I was kidding," she sputtered. "But you should go to the hot springs. You may find some answers there." And she walked away, still laughing as she gently lay the baby down to sleep. Shaking his head at the mystery of women's humor, the rider left quietly so he wouldn't wake any sleeping babies. Reaching through the bond and sensing his dragon, he could tell the bronze was sleeping. Deciding against waking him, J'tir walked back to his hut and grabbed the basket of laundry, sweetsand, and a rough bristle brush to clean with.
The short walk was pleasant, and didn't take him long to arrive. Steam billowed from the pools and obscured most of the area. The bronzerider set the basket at one of the more private pools and stripped off his dirty clothes just as a bit of wind blew through. The clothes scattered from the basket and the man ran around gathering them up from the ground, trees and small bushes. Grumbling, J'tir grabbed the first things on the top and absently began scrubbing them with the cleaning sand and brush before dunking them deep in the hot water to rinse them. As he lifted them from the water to wring out, he noticed that they were not actually his clothes he had just washed. What man wears a skirt, after all? Deciding there had to be someone there he had missed, J'tir was forced to break the peacefulness of the small pools and call out, "Hello?" It wasn't loud, and almost as if it were a response, he heard a woman's voice singing.
Had that creche woman meant that he would find a woman here who could answer his question? Sheepishly he draped the clean shirt, skirt and... lady items over his shoulder and forged ahead slowly to another small pool where the farthest of his clothes had been blown. "Uh, hello..." he said, by way of announcing himself to the back of her head. "I seem to have ahh... washed your clothes. I didn't mean to take them, I apologize." As he spoke, he moved around to the front where he could see her face and almost dropped the newly clean clothes on the ground. He knew this woman. There had been a dragonlust filled night of passion, resulting in bruising to the both of them.. she had been fiesty with her teeth, and he had been fueled by the loss of the Flight. They had parted in the morning, and he had never heard from her again. Close your mouth, you are making us look foolish standing there like a lackjaw. The not so sleepy Vleyth cut in. Eavesdropping again? J'tir sent, while closing his mouth and composing himself. The bronze was right, he was making a fool of them. "Ali? I haven't seen you since... that night." he stammered. "I... you.... how have you been? he finished, trying not to seem like a deadglow.
