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30.Mar.19, 06:12 PM
M’ris knew Thallyath would rise soon thanks to Casa’s suspicions that earned her several people verifying if she was seeing the signs or not. Honestly, from what he had heard about the young woman’s new bedroom hobby, he was surprised Thallyath hadn’t jumped into the sky months ago since her rider was clearly ready for such a life altering experience. But dragons did what they wanted and M’ris had long ago stopped trying to figure them out. The fact that he forgot that life lesson and assumed Mosiath was smart enough not to give chase to the young maiden gold almost landed him in a lot of trouble.
Ameris and Mizeath had been on standby since learning their fellow gold would rise soon and M’ris felt like he should have had a contingency plan like they had. The girls still went about their daily routine but plans had been laid out for their daughter to be looked after when Ameris had to make her quick exit and a pack was ready to be scooped up as well. M’ris actually couldn’t remember if his Weyrwoman was going to visit one of the other Weyrs or simply take off for a few hours of alone time. Either way, he was a bit envious of the chance to get away without some diplomatic or life and death reason behind it.
Thallyath goes to the hunting grounds to prepare, Mosiath gave his report rather mildly, as if he were bored and M’ris didn’t blame him. He had put his beast on Maiden Watch, keeping a respectful distance when she was within the confines of the Weyr so he could track when she went to bloody her kills. Now that it was happening, M’ris sighed and nodded at the report, knowing if Mizeath and the other golds didn’t know on their own accord, Mosiath would have relayed the message to ensure the women all evacuated safely before Ista had to suffer any further tragedies.
A few minutes later and M’ris received confirmation that all of the golds had left. He supposed he should head out to the ledge and watch the aerial show and see how the competition went. Gold Flights could last for quite some time and the idea of lounging on the ledge with food and drink—because he certainly wouldn’t get any work done once all the screeching and roaring started—sounded like a pleasant way to end the day.
At first he thought Mosiath agreed with him, the sense of calm sweeping over M’ris fast enough to catch him off guard, but it wasn’t until he felt the tingling of lust that caused him to stagger as he walked across his office and found his own body becoming aroused that the Weyrleader knew his dragon was about to get them both killed.
Don’t you dare give into that hussy, M’ris warned, growling the thought to his dragon even as he felt a bit bad for implying Thallyath was a hussy when it was actually her rider he was talking about. He really wasn’t one to judge how many partners the girl had given the way he had behaved in Katila before Ameris started to capture his attention and a piece of his heart but it was hard to think of positive things when it came to Casa. She was dumb, useless, flighty, and seemed to just want to spend the day spreading her legs. He really didn’t have the time of day for her.
But she is so lovely. She shines so bright in the evening light. She took her kills so well and showed such aggression towards the fools sneaking up on her. She deserves the attention. M’ris was pretty sure he was hearing things. His dragon certainly wasn’t close to writing poetry about a gold that wasn’t Mizeath and if he was, he needed a firm reminder that he was mated.
I’m sure it was magnificent. However, Mizeath, Ameris, and I will all take great pleasure in slowly killing you. Your hide would make quite a few Lords happy when it’s turned into jackets for them. You are mated, Mosiath, and we will not jeopardize what we have in our personal lives nor will we ruin our reputations as Weyrleaders for a gold you are not even interested in. Get a hold of yourself! Take a dip in the ocean to cool off and return home. Now. He would not let his dragon ruin what they had because he stared at the sun too long. They had worked hard to sober him up and clean up his act. People even looked up to him now and treated him as an equal once more. Of course it made sense Casa would be the one to ruin him but it wouldn’t be that day.
M’ris held firm in his conviction that they wouldn’t chase, focusing hard on his dragon until they reunited on their ledge. Forgive my moment of weakness, M’ris, Mosiath dipped his head low, utterly embarrassed over what he almost did. Mizeath is all I need and please don’t tell her about this.
M’ris patted the bronze and laughed at the begging. “I’m not suicidal, boy. No one else ever need know about what almost yet didn’t happen. Now, get comfy, it’s sure to be a long show we’re in for.”
Ameris and Mizeath had been on standby since learning their fellow gold would rise soon and M’ris felt like he should have had a contingency plan like they had. The girls still went about their daily routine but plans had been laid out for their daughter to be looked after when Ameris had to make her quick exit and a pack was ready to be scooped up as well. M’ris actually couldn’t remember if his Weyrwoman was going to visit one of the other Weyrs or simply take off for a few hours of alone time. Either way, he was a bit envious of the chance to get away without some diplomatic or life and death reason behind it.
Thallyath goes to the hunting grounds to prepare, Mosiath gave his report rather mildly, as if he were bored and M’ris didn’t blame him. He had put his beast on Maiden Watch, keeping a respectful distance when she was within the confines of the Weyr so he could track when she went to bloody her kills. Now that it was happening, M’ris sighed and nodded at the report, knowing if Mizeath and the other golds didn’t know on their own accord, Mosiath would have relayed the message to ensure the women all evacuated safely before Ista had to suffer any further tragedies.
A few minutes later and M’ris received confirmation that all of the golds had left. He supposed he should head out to the ledge and watch the aerial show and see how the competition went. Gold Flights could last for quite some time and the idea of lounging on the ledge with food and drink—because he certainly wouldn’t get any work done once all the screeching and roaring started—sounded like a pleasant way to end the day.
At first he thought Mosiath agreed with him, the sense of calm sweeping over M’ris fast enough to catch him off guard, but it wasn’t until he felt the tingling of lust that caused him to stagger as he walked across his office and found his own body becoming aroused that the Weyrleader knew his dragon was about to get them both killed.
Don’t you dare give into that hussy, M’ris warned, growling the thought to his dragon even as he felt a bit bad for implying Thallyath was a hussy when it was actually her rider he was talking about. He really wasn’t one to judge how many partners the girl had given the way he had behaved in Katila before Ameris started to capture his attention and a piece of his heart but it was hard to think of positive things when it came to Casa. She was dumb, useless, flighty, and seemed to just want to spend the day spreading her legs. He really didn’t have the time of day for her.
But she is so lovely. She shines so bright in the evening light. She took her kills so well and showed such aggression towards the fools sneaking up on her. She deserves the attention. M’ris was pretty sure he was hearing things. His dragon certainly wasn’t close to writing poetry about a gold that wasn’t Mizeath and if he was, he needed a firm reminder that he was mated.
I’m sure it was magnificent. However, Mizeath, Ameris, and I will all take great pleasure in slowly killing you. Your hide would make quite a few Lords happy when it’s turned into jackets for them. You are mated, Mosiath, and we will not jeopardize what we have in our personal lives nor will we ruin our reputations as Weyrleaders for a gold you are not even interested in. Get a hold of yourself! Take a dip in the ocean to cool off and return home. Now. He would not let his dragon ruin what they had because he stared at the sun too long. They had worked hard to sober him up and clean up his act. People even looked up to him now and treated him as an equal once more. Of course it made sense Casa would be the one to ruin him but it wouldn’t be that day.
M’ris held firm in his conviction that they wouldn’t chase, focusing hard on his dragon until they reunited on their ledge. Forgive my moment of weakness, M’ris, Mosiath dipped his head low, utterly embarrassed over what he almost did. Mizeath is all I need and please don’t tell her about this.
M’ris patted the bronze and laughed at the begging. “I’m not suicidal, boy. No one else ever need know about what almost yet didn’t happen. Now, get comfy, it’s sure to be a long show we’re in for.”
