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12.Jan.20, 06:09 AM
By Tazikel’s sensibilities, it was way too early when a gold dragon was appearing above his Hold to bring him to a Hatching. First of all, he’d been expecting a bronze, though he had no complaints about Casa being his ride instead of T’ryn and any dragon was just as good at getting him to the Hatching. His third one since meeting Mylorah, but not his first ever at Fort. Tillek was under Fort Weyr, after all, so his father insisted they make appearances every once in a while to show they were supportive of the Weyrs. Or something, it was all politics and Tazikel didn’t care.
What was much more important was the fact he hadn’t seen Mylorah since she had visited Tillek at Turn’s End. Which had been a very enjoyable time and fun was had by all, but Tazikel had been alternating between trying to ignore certain aspects of the visit and spending absolutely all his time thinking about them. The excitement of a Hatching was a nice distraction, chatting with Casa, T’ryn, and T’ryn’s friend (who was the brother of the lady he’d brought to the family event right before Turn’s End) and watching all the little baby dragons. At least it was a nice distraction until the source of his internal turmoil Impressed a dragon.
He watched Kordiavis walk to the edge of the Sands with a blue dragonet and couldn’t help remembering Mylorah telling him about how when a Candidate Impressed, the first few months of their new dragon’s life was all about the dragon. Which meant no fooling around of any sort until the dragon was older. Until that moment Tazikel had only thought about that restriction in terms of Mylorah - she had teasingly bemoaned the fact of Weyrlinghood one day, telling Tazikel that she would miss him dearly for a bit once she Impressed - but it was only just then occurring to him that the same rule would apply to Kordiavis. Which would have been fine two weeks ago, but two weeks ago Tazikel hadn’t impulsively kissed his male friend during a threesome because it seemed like a good idea at the time, and two weeks ago Tazikel had been able to think about other things than his dumb decision or looking at men a different way or - fuck, this was why Weyrs had a reputation, wasn’t it? Drawing you in with pretty women and amazing sex and suddenly you started kissing men. And then the man in question Impressed a fucking dragon before you get to talk to him about it and figure any of this shit out. Damn it. If Mylorah Impressed too Tazikel was going to lose his fucking mind.
Thankfully there was some drama with someone getting hurt by a hatchling, and then the cavern was shaking which Tazikel was very much not a fan of, but it gave him something else to focus on, at least for a split second before T’ryn grabbed his leg and Tazikel was reminded how very attractive and very close Mylo’s brother was.
Weyrfolk were going to be the death of him, Tazikel was absolutely sure of it.
What was much more important was the fact he hadn’t seen Mylorah since she had visited Tillek at Turn’s End. Which had been a very enjoyable time and fun was had by all, but Tazikel had been alternating between trying to ignore certain aspects of the visit and spending absolutely all his time thinking about them. The excitement of a Hatching was a nice distraction, chatting with Casa, T’ryn, and T’ryn’s friend (who was the brother of the lady he’d brought to the family event right before Turn’s End) and watching all the little baby dragons. At least it was a nice distraction until the source of his internal turmoil Impressed a dragon.
He watched Kordiavis walk to the edge of the Sands with a blue dragonet and couldn’t help remembering Mylorah telling him about how when a Candidate Impressed, the first few months of their new dragon’s life was all about the dragon. Which meant no fooling around of any sort until the dragon was older. Until that moment Tazikel had only thought about that restriction in terms of Mylorah - she had teasingly bemoaned the fact of Weyrlinghood one day, telling Tazikel that she would miss him dearly for a bit once she Impressed - but it was only just then occurring to him that the same rule would apply to Kordiavis. Which would have been fine two weeks ago, but two weeks ago Tazikel hadn’t impulsively kissed his male friend during a threesome because it seemed like a good idea at the time, and two weeks ago Tazikel had been able to think about other things than his dumb decision or looking at men a different way or - fuck, this was why Weyrs had a reputation, wasn’t it? Drawing you in with pretty women and amazing sex and suddenly you started kissing men. And then the man in question Impressed a fucking dragon before you get to talk to him about it and figure any of this shit out. Damn it. If Mylorah Impressed too Tazikel was going to lose his fucking mind.
Thankfully there was some drama with someone getting hurt by a hatchling, and then the cavern was shaking which Tazikel was very much not a fan of, but it gave him something else to focus on, at least for a split second before T’ryn grabbed his leg and Tazikel was reminded how very attractive and very close Mylo’s brother was.
Weyrfolk were going to be the death of him, Tazikel was absolutely sure of it.
