12.Oct.19, 03:32 AM
T'ryn came back to himself feeling rather fuzzy and more than a little confused. He was sore, felt like he was on the floor, and had someone snuggling with him. His immediate thought was 'what did he get up to with Casa this time?' Did he agree to try some other crazy substance she discovered? That didn't seem likely and he learned not to accept just any drink or food when with her though he also knew she wouldn't purposely drug him in secret. That meant it likely wasn't Casa in his arms and it was probably a Flight. Was a gold due? He didn't think so, knowing most had recently Flown. But the fogginess and blank spots were pretty spot on to how he felt after waking up beside Mulrissa both times.
Holy crap, did Syrendryth chase a green? Did this mean he didn't have to worry about Syrendryth and Bedith being mates?
T'ryn felt Syrendryth bristle at that though he also confirmed some of that to be true.Chased and won, thank you. I'm now three for three. T'ryn frowned at the math, finding that more pressing than his arrogant dragon chasing greens and forgetting about Bedith. Umm... I think you're forgetting Thallyath's Flight that you lost. Again, the bristling, this time accompanied by the arrogance T'ryn knew well with a hint of anger at bringing up the gold that wasn't liked. I only did that for your benefit but I hardly tried. When I do try, I win, obviously. Besides, you didn't hang out with the losers but walked back to your room alone, so it really doesn't count. T'ryn didn't feel like arguing, especially once Syrendryth calmed down and sent them both increased levels of a desire to snuggle. Who the heck was his stoic dragon curled up with?
And then T'ryn remembered the pre-Flight the same time Syrendryth casually pointed out,Halomirth.
At least the lingering confusion made sense now. He had entered the Flight confused over Syrendryth desiring a green, even one as sweet as Halomirth. And then there was the fact that F'drel, someone he considered a friend, was Halomirth's rider and T'ryn was fairly confident that neither of them were attracted to each other. Not that that mattered for Flights since those were for the dragons but the waking up naked in each other's arms was sometimes awkward and T'ryn liked their easy quiet and tension-free visits. But if he could figure out how to behave around Mulrissa, he could do it around F'drel as well.
Oh, and then there was the fact that a certain pretty blonde that seemed far too amused by everything had found his confused and stumbling ass and dragged him in the right direction because F'drel had not been easy to find. He also recalled the final shove she gave him toward F'drel after Syrendryth won but he had no idea what happened to Casa after that.
But really--why was his life constantly throwing the oddest situations at him?
When he heard F'drel sigh, T'ryn nodded. He felt that way too. He was in a state of resignation because the dragons' emotions were still overruling their own and one of contentment because yeah--cuddles were nice. "Agreed," he murmured, hating that he wasn't inclined to get off of the hard floor but didn't want to lose the human contact just yet either. He just wished they were in a bed but at least now he had some personal experience to know just how lucky he had been both times with Mulrissa. And now he had his own odd location story--once he knew what their location was.
Holy crap, did Syrendryth chase a green? Did this mean he didn't have to worry about Syrendryth and Bedith being mates?
T'ryn felt Syrendryth bristle at that though he also confirmed some of that to be true.
And then T'ryn remembered the pre-Flight the same time Syrendryth casually pointed out,
At least the lingering confusion made sense now. He had entered the Flight confused over Syrendryth desiring a green, even one as sweet as Halomirth. And then there was the fact that F'drel, someone he considered a friend, was Halomirth's rider and T'ryn was fairly confident that neither of them were attracted to each other. Not that that mattered for Flights since those were for the dragons but the waking up naked in each other's arms was sometimes awkward and T'ryn liked their easy quiet and tension-free visits. But if he could figure out how to behave around Mulrissa, he could do it around F'drel as well.
Oh, and then there was the fact that a certain pretty blonde that seemed far too amused by everything had found his confused and stumbling ass and dragged him in the right direction because F'drel had not been easy to find. He also recalled the final shove she gave him toward F'drel after Syrendryth won but he had no idea what happened to Casa after that.
But really--why was his life constantly throwing the oddest situations at him?
When he heard F'drel sigh, T'ryn nodded. He felt that way too. He was in a state of resignation because the dragons' emotions were still overruling their own and one of contentment because yeah--cuddles were nice. "Agreed," he murmured, hating that he wasn't inclined to get off of the hard floor but didn't want to lose the human contact just yet either. He just wished they were in a bed but at least now he had some personal experience to know just how lucky he had been both times with Mulrissa. And now he had his own odd location story--once he knew what their location was.