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[G] [P] 740.12.20 | Repeated Behaviour
10PM | Helyna

N'mor
of Bronze Rhezalth

Date of Birth
19.03.722, 23
Height
5'11
Eyes
Grey-green
Build
Stocky, Fit
Hair
Reddish Brown

Threads
24
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188

Written By: ThistleProse
#1
N’mor came to with the drowsy, self-satisfied feeling born of a dragon who had gotten thoroughly fucked, and he groaned softly to himself, lifting his hand to rub his face; the patchy nature of his stubble indicated he’d been interrupted while shaving, and N’mor flailed around mentally to find the memories of what he’d been up to before ending up in what was apparently a rather comfortable bed. He wasn’t even sure where he was, which was confusing all on its own. Something told him he wasn’t at home in Ista, but that didn’t explain why he had been mid-shave in… whatever location he was at now. Rhezalth was no help, as the great lump of a bronze was curled up around his golden beauty, fast asleep and as irritated as N’mor was, he was disinclined to rouse his beast.

Turning his head as he lowered his hand to his stomach, N’mor found himself frowning at his sleeping bedmate; her brown hair was in a mess of tangles across her face and pillow, which N’mor was rather impressed by since she didn’t really have very long hair. Her puffy lips indicated there’d been a lot of mouth activity prompted by their dragons, and N’mor’s nose scrunched up just slightly. Why did his damned dragon have to be obsessed with golds? Why couldn’t he find a nice green mate that was bonded to a nice man?

Sighing to himself, N’mor sat up and took his part of the sheet with him, settling it over his lap and resting his chin in his palm. He shifted his balance carefully, and poked Helyna with his toes, before retracting his foot and watching her curiously. This was Rhezath’s third gold win, and his second with this particular pair. N’mor was tempted to bolt while she was still sleeping, but unlike their previous little get-together, this one was in the middle of the Weyr, and N’mor knew there would be no mistaking who had sired the clutch. Not that he hadn’t claimed the last clutch…. Eventually. But there would be none of that now, if only because N’mor had been thoroughly berated for his behaviour last time, which was kind of unfair. He had only been a child, and it wasn’t like Vaelya had been particularly insightful in post-flight behaviour. Or his father. Overall, N’mor decided, Weyrlinghood was quite lacking in some areas.

“Hello,” N’mor said dryly, when he realised Helyna was looking at him. Since his education in Flight Etiquette was clearly lacking, N’mor waited for Helyna to decide what the course of action would be – so long as it didn’t involve sex, because that was not happening. He brushed his hand over his half-shaved face again, still confused by being caught mid-shave in Fort, of all places. What had he been doing in Fort?

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Helyna
of Gold Iliyith

Date of Birth
01.01.714, 31
Height
5'8"
Eyes
Brown, trusting
Build
Fit
Hair
Deep brown

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13
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Written By: ValGal9
#2
Helyna shifted with a sleeping mumble as she felt toes poke her leg. She ached all over and while she was definitely in her own bed everything felt subtly wrong. Iliyith? The smugly contented nonverbal reply confirmed her suspicions. The gold had Flown (finally) after nearly a month of acting Proddy. Reluctantly she opened her eyes to see who exactly she'd have to--politely--kick out of her bed.

Rhezalth again? Does he have some sort of sixth sense for when you Fly? It's been almost two years and he doesn't even live in this Weyr! Halfway through her silent interrogation of her dragon she realized N'mor was still watching her with that odd expression. Like he wanted to run or thought she would bite or maybe like he was as grossed out by this whole thing as she was. "Uhm," she said, eloquently, pulling the sheet up. "This is... unexpected. Are you going to run away again, or are we going to be adults this time?" She asked with an arching brow.

Turning away she stretched for her robe, slipping it on and tying it securely against the chill of the room. "You should probably stay till the morning at least. So the Weyrleaders don't chastise us again." She crossed to the fireplace, hoping to stir it up enough to warm the room up a bit, and giving him time to find his clothes or wrap the sheet more securely around his waist before turning back around.

"I need to wash up a bit, and you're welcome to do the same. Iliyith is ignoring me and your Rhezalth seems like he's not going to budge either since he was cheated last time by our mutual panic." She gave him a slightly teasing smile.

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N'mor
of Bronze Rhezalth

Date of Birth
19.03.722, 23
Height
5'11
Eyes
Grey-green
Build
Stocky, Fit
Hair
Reddish Brown

Threads
24
Posts
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Written By: ThistleProse
#3
N’mor’s eyebrows twitched at Helyna’s question of adult behaviour, and he frowned at her. Obviously he wasn’t going to run away, or he already would have run away, preferably before the woman had woken up and seen him. Luckily – or unluckily, depending on one’s point of view – N’mor had been thoroughly grilled by R’nya last time, and he didn’t fancy repeating that experience. Ever again. Besides, while it had been rather easily ignored as his being so young, he didn’t have that excuse any longer, nor did he want it. N’mor could definitely do without the whole fucking a lady thing, but he could still let his dragon claim the Clutch – especially since Iliyith’s clutch hadn’t been anything like Nadioth’s and hopefully this one would be just as mundane in comparison!

A grimace was given to Helyna’s back as she said he should stay the night, and he took the opportunity of her turned back to wrap the sheet around himself securely, and leave the bed, collecting up his clothing as the fire was stirred to life once more. “Thanks,” it came out a little dryly, but N’mor was trying not to be particularly rude despite his desire to tell the woman to shove it. It wasn’t her fault they were in this situation, or that he was apparently in a bad mood as a result. N’mor chewed on his bottom lip and gave Helyna a softer look, not quite smiling, but his expression more resigned to the whole scenario than anything else. He watched as she made her way to the bathroom and set about collecting his clothing.

Not that he was going to sleep in any of it. Nor did he have any intention of sleeping naked with a woman. He was absolutely not going to give her any ideas he was interested in more. Most folk were pretty good about ending up in a Flight with a mated person, so N’mor found himself rather heavily betting that she wouldn’t get hand-sy, even if he did stay, because most of the Weyrfolk knew he was mated, though not everyone knew to whom. Mostly because N’mor didn’t feel comfortable broadcasting the fact that he’d moved in with a bluerider. He didn’t hide it, but nor did he prance around shouting it to the world.

Making his way to the door, the sheet still wrapped around him, N’mor was intending to wave down a drudge or someone and get them to collect him some spare clothing from the inventory he new Headwomen liked to keep on hand. Pulling the door open, though, his feet were assaulted by a pack that had been resting against the door, and N’mor looked down, eyebrows lifting when he saw it was one of his own. Squatting down, he picked up the note that had been slipped in carefully, sticking out enough to be visible but not float away. The quickly scrawled words in Z’rin’s handwriting made N’mor smile fondly. It didn’t say much of anything, just Z’rin’s name with a scribble that looked somewhat lewd and made N’mor snort in amusement.

“Idiot,” N’mor said softly, with deep affection, and picked up the pack of clothing and necessities his mate had taken the time to gather and bring to him. He didn’t know if Z’rin was still in Fort – and Rhezalth was certainly not feeling inclined to chat with him – but the thought was incredibly endearing and N’mor slipped back into the room with the pack, making his way to the small table and chair and setting his pack down and digging through it. When Helyna reappeared, N’mor gave her a much warmer smile. “Care package,” he said cheerfully, picking up the lazy day, soft and comfortable clothing and a razor as he passed the woman to go and clean up himself.

When he came out of the room, fresh and clean shaved, dressed in his barely-used but very comfortable pyjamas, N’mor was exhausted and feeling not so much the weight of the day as the weight of the Flight. Glancing around to see where Helyna had gone, N’mor set the carefully folded sheet down beside his pack. He had no inclination to wash it for the woman, but he also wasn’t so rude as to leave it sprawled on her bathing room floor like a monster. Brushing his hand through his damp hair, N’mor yawned.

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Helyna
of Gold Iliyith

Date of Birth
01.01.714, 31
Height
5'8"
Eyes
Brown, trusting
Build
Fit
Hair
Deep brown

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13
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Written By: ValGal9
#4
Helyna refrained from commenting on the dryness of N'mor's tone. She was barely holding on to her own civility by the thinnest thread, and she could understand his frustrations. If she could have been a goldrider without ever having to interact--let alone sleep with--men, then she would gladly take that opportunity. There were more freedoms in a Weyr, but also some highly inflexible rules and expectations due to colorist opinions and draconic biology.

Scrubbing a hand over her face she excused herself and slipped into the bathing room, closing the door. She permitted herself a few moments of revulsion as she took stock of everything that had happened, then set about scrubbing away any trace of a Flight. Helyna resolved to ask for a quick trip between in the morning, sure Iliyith would permit Rhezalth to take her since the gold had held off nearly two years for Helyna to adjust to the idea of Flights in general.

Drying off, she reemerged into the main rooms. "Bathing room is all yours," she told him before he startled her with a cheerful smile over a pack of clothing and a razor. Well, at least his mood was improving! "You have a thoughtful mate," she said, smiling in return and stepping aside to let him freshen up.

She changed into a warm nightgown and quickly stripped the bed, figuring N'more didn't want the reminder of earlier any more than she did. Besides, he had her sheet. With fresh linens taken care of she yawns and debated crawling back into bed right away, but instead pulled a chair closer to the fire. Pouring a small glass of wine she pulled out her drop spindle to work a bit before he came back and clear her mind.

Thank you for the consistency at least. Not having to go through all this with a complete stranger.

Only a somewhat stranger? The sleepy voice was tinged with amusement. Helyna sat up straighter in the chair. Oh, so now you'll talk with me? Now that I'm not booting him out? Iliyith mumbled something about the ledge being warmer with two, and Helyna rolled her eyes but didn't push it.

Helyna heard the door open and looked up from her spinning. "Sorry if I was rude earlier. I was off balance. Just a bit."

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N'mor
of Bronze Rhezalth

Date of Birth
19.03.722, 23
Height
5'11
Eyes
Grey-green
Build
Stocky, Fit
Hair
Reddish Brown

Threads
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188

Written By: ThistleProse
#5
N’mor startled slightly, hearing the voice beside the fire instead of … he wasn’t really sure where he expected Helyna to be, but finding her curled up by the fire and sewing wasn’t really what he had pictured. N’mor blinked at her, before shrugging one shoulder slightly, uncommonly aware of his stump and pleased it was once more hidden under his clothing. He – as a general rule – didn’t care what people thought about his missing limb, but found himself self-conscious of it at odd times, and with odd people. Such as right then. He ignored the oddity, however, and instead turned back to his pack, making sure his razor was set away where it wouldn’t ruin any clothing, and his clothing was set beside it, not in it, at least until he could determine what else was in it, and what the risk of them being dirtied was. Then he picked the note up that Z’rin had left him, running it absently between his fingers.

Is Zinnie still here? he queried his dragon, despite making his way slowly around the room and to the now cheerful looking fire. At least something in the room was happy with the company it had. N’mor’s lips twitched at the thought, but he frowned when he realised Rhezalth was ignoring him, and threw and irritated look at the wall that separated him from his dragon, knowing the lump of a bronze would sense the expression even if he couldn’t see it and wouldn’t respond to it. Puffing out a soft sigh, N’mor lowered himself gracefully onto the hearthstone, turning his back to the flames so it could warm, and glancing up at Helyna. “And I,” he said simply, in a rather delayed response to her comment. It was an apology, without coming out and saying as much. N’mor didn’t really say words like ‘sorry’ very often; not that he was never apologetic, but he was rather disinclined to put himself at the mercy of others, even if that mercy was just them accepting his apology.

“Flights don’t seem to agree with me,” N’mor said mildly, holding the note Z’rin had written curled under his three fingers, while he used his pointer and thumb to pick at a loose thread in the hem of his loose shirt. “I still have no idea how I ended up here,” he added, smiling wryly, “Though I expect Zinnie will be quite happy to fill me in on all the details when I get home.” While his voice was dry, the affection he felt for Z’rin was clear enough, despite him still picking at the hem of his shirt. Lifting his gaze, his sight fell on the bottle of wine, and his expression brightened noticeably. Shifting his weight forward, he picked up the bottle carefully and examined it; he didn’t take a swig or pour any, simply read the label and then raised an eyebrow at Helyna. “I’d have thought goldriders had access to better wines than this,” N’mor’s expression was serious, but his pale eyes sparkled with amusement as he wiggled the bottle side to side. “This is practically Katilan!” he added, smirking.

He forgot, in the moment, that Helyna had never actually been to Katila, and was unlikely to understand the jab.

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Helyna
of Gold Iliyith

Date of Birth
01.01.714, 31
Height
5'8"
Eyes
Brown, trusting
Build
Fit
Hair
Deep brown

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13
Posts
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Written By: ValGal9
#6
She laughed a little with his candor about Flights, though not at him. “This is only my second, so I hardly have a lot to go off of. But I agree they are unsettling.” She wasn’t someone who enjoyed being out of control, and didn’t think he did either. Helyna set the spindle aside after carefully ensuring the twist wouldn’t creep into her undrafted fibers, and reached for her glass.

She could see the affection for his mate and it tempered her reactions to him. Not that she’d admit it, but she had taken care to find out what she could about him after the last Flight, especially once the Weyrleaders had firmly insisted on knowing the clutch’s sire. Headstrong and arrogant--what young bronzrider wasn’t--but also with a good deal of potential and ambition. Not limited by the loss of an arm. And apparently a good enough actor that most here thought the rumors of him mated to a bluerider were nonsense.

A slight flush crept over her face at the teasing over her choice of wine and her spine stiffened as she rose to the bait. “So what if we do; why would I waste the good stuff on a harsh winter night like this? Besides,” she looked away, not quite comfortable meeting his eyes suddenly, “it was a friend’s favorite, and it reminds me of home.” Helyna looked back over, trying to find a way to get her own back. “Do you want a drink or not? Or will anything less than a Benden white burn your sharp tongue?”

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N'mor
of Bronze Rhezalth

Date of Birth
19.03.722, 23
Height
5'11
Eyes
Grey-green
Build
Stocky, Fit
Hair
Reddish Brown

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24
Posts
188

Written By: ThistleProse
#7
N’mor laughed outright as Helyna took the bait, and then some, with her spicy response and the flush he could just make out in the soft light of the fire behind him. He held his hand, and the bottle in it, to his chest in a cliché look of hurt. “My lady!” He exclaimed softly, as if deeply insulted by her words, though his mischievous eyes belied him. “My sharp tongue was shaped by the burn of Katilan moonshine,” He grinned, “Your bottled memories will hardly harm it.” Still smirking, N’mor rose carefully and beelined for a glass he’d seen sitting on the mantle, assuming it was the mate that went with the one Helyna was drinking from. It didn’t seem like an heirloom, or anything particularly important to go with her Memory Booze, so N’mor felt comfortable enough to take it back to where he’d been sitting, setting it down carefully and pouring the wine.

“’Good stuff’,” he said mildly, taking a sip from the wine in his glass and tilting his chin towards Helyna, “is particularly enjoyable on a harsh winter night when mulled with herbs.” N’mor’s taste for wine far outweighed his interest in such drinks as hot chocolate or klah, and while he was certainly not an alcoholic – he didn’t drink nearly that much! – he was prone to drinking wine in some capacity when others drank such warmed mugs. Though, perhaps, less so in the morning. Wine was wonderful, but it really wasn’t breakfast fare.

His expression shifted subtly, mischievous again, “No water,” he teased, peering into the glass after his second sip, as if shocked to find it full volume. “You are a very unbecoming goldrider!” He glanced up, eyebrows raised and smirk hidden behind the glass, wondering how quickly he might have to rise to his feet to dodge an incoming attack (most likely something thrown, if his experiences with Mylorah and her friends was anything to go by). Though, in reality, he didn’t find her unbecoming at all – at least in behaviour. Especially when compared to such disgraces as Casa, who put the sexual appetite of green dragons to shame with the way she let anyone (eww) between her legs, and Faranth knew where else.

N’mor’s nose scrunched up, and he dropped his gaze to his wine (one he was sure he wasn’t about to be assaulted), taking a rather heartier sip this time. At least Rhezalth knew (and was) better than to chase or – Faranth forbid – catch the golden firelizard known as Thallayth. N’mor thought he might actually discover the means of traveling between rather than succumb to that disgusting result. Screwing women was one thing, there was no way under their Thread free sky that N’mor was ever going to get anywhere near Casa like that (or in any capacity, if he could help it.) . Unfortunately, that thought process migrated towards his current situation, and N’mor looked up with a frown at Helyna. “Do you have a guest room?” he asked mildly, refraining from letting too much of any given emotion filter into the words. He hadn’t seen a couch in what he’d seen of her weyr, though that didn’t mean he wasn’t oblivious to one. He did prefer the idea of an actual bed, though his comment (he hoped) made it quite clear sex was definitely not in the cards.

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Helyna
of Gold Iliyith

Date of Birth
01.01.714, 31
Height
5'8"
Eyes
Brown, trusting
Build
Fit
Hair
Deep brown

Threads
13
Posts
64

Written By: ValGal9
#8
“I beg your pardon,” she said with mock shock. “I am the very picture of a model goldrider. Very feminine and not at all indecorous.” She smirked at his teasing. “I only water my wine around important guests,” Helyna teased back. “Besides, would you really prefer a weak drink this evening? I know I wouldn’t.” She didn’t seem inclined to throw anything, or otherwise attack, despite his ribbing.

His question was unexpected and she looked up from her glass. “I do, but…” her face twisted slightly as she glanced at the door. “Well, I converted it to a work room. There’s a cot Von-” she quickly corrected herself, “I use from time to time, but I swear it will be warmer and more comfortable in the bed. We’re far enough out from the Flight, nothing else will happen tonight.” She could feel Iliyith’s comfort and satisfaction, but without the overwhelming urges from earlier.

She pulled her shawl closer around herself, then finished her glass. “Though I’ll leave it up to you. I’m happy to set it up with a few spare blankets.” She stood up and poured another small glass of wine. “But your virtue is safe with me; I’m afraid you like men a lot more than I do.” Helyna smirked slightly and went to put away her work from earlier, letting him process that.

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