30.Sep.12, 11:54 AM
J'ver was working on a new project, a smile almost placed on his lips. The previous night he had managed to get S'kef to stand still long enough for him to take proper measurements. With the brownrider's weight having dropped while sick and now being put back on in a delightful array of muscle, J'ver wanted to make sure all of his numbers were up to date so he could make clothes that fit the man without being too tight in some areas or hanging off of him in others. While he thought about colours to use, he had humoured himself with quick sketches of ideas before doing a mock up of the pattern. But still, he couldn't decide on colours by the time that was finished. He eyed his collection of cloth, drumming an index finger on his chin as he contemplated ideas. Something that would go well with Tyrrisath, he decided. Perhaps orange would complement Tyrrisath's colouring; no, a bright green like his sweet Rilaleeyth. That would please them all.
It was as he grabbed the first pile of cloth with a song being lightly hummed that said green dragon interrupted him with some interesting news. Tyrrisath's clutch is about to hatch. I think he and the master would very much appreciate our presence. There were days, quite a few in fact, where Rilaleeyth's meek personality grated on his nerves but J'ver couldn't deny that he found her habit of never referring to S'kef by name to be quite cute. There wasn't a point in pretending either of them truly ruled over the brownpair anymore; S'kef owned them all and deserved them calling him by such titles, at least when they were alone. Firelizards would sprout from the earth and become popular pets with dragonriders again before J'ver would call S'kef 'master' with an audience looking on.
He had a quick moment of considering when the best time to show up would be. It was hard to say how long the eggs would sway with movement before they started cracking so it was difficult to properly gauge when an appearance should be put in. Given his relationship to S'kef and the fact that Tyrrisath was the clutch's sire, J'ver felt he shouldn't dawdle, especially given what some would do with that sort of information. He would be seen as jealous or a jaded lover no doubt. While the jealousy was sometimes there when S'kef coddled that little girl, J'ver simply reminded himself about how good this was for their move in regaining power and one day controlling the weyr and then the world. This golden pair was currently useless given they were still weyrlings, Nirinath still graced them with her presence, and they were only one weyr, but it was a step forward all the same and it was a well-needed ego boost for his dear brownrider.
After taking just enough time to tidy up his materials – he didn’t want S’kef coming by and getting any sort of hint for his next gift! – J’ver and Rilaleeyth took off for the Hatching Circuit, certainly not arriving as the first of the spectators but nowhere near the last either. He found S’kef quickly and easily given his gaze had been trained long ago to find the man he had targeted as acceptable for his goals though Tyrrisath’s large form stood out just as much. J’ver smiled but as he dismounted, intent on joining his lover on the sidelines, S’kef shook his head no and the greenrider froze in place. Of course, how silly of him to forget his place and assume he had a spot next to the man that had flown the little girl that bathed the golden dragon of the clutch. Whatever their relationship was, it wasn’t important right then as S’kef and Tyrrisath put in their appearance and continued the charade of making Jada and every other person in the weyr believe they cared about anything more than the status that they had been given.
Resigned to playing second fiddle, J’ver kept a respectable distance from the ‘happy couple’ and waited for Rilaleeyth to settle in so he could sit on her crossed forepaws. The Hatching, when it finally began, was rather boring and as most Hatchings were with dragonets stumbling free and humans going to assist them. It was amusing to see so many greens emerge when J’ver knew what S’kef thought of the female dragons and he was prepared to tease, and therefore be punished for doing so, the man when the clutch turned out to be entirely green. Naturally, he had to be proven wrong in a grand way when another female broke free of her shell but this time showed off a beautiful golden hide. J’ver’s eyes went large as he stared in shock. Naturally, if a brown would produce gold, it had to be Tyrrisath, the dragon that didn’t do anything half-assed and had a mighty presence. It was unfortunate that men didn’t seem to Impress gold. He would make a fine goldrider and would enjoy their fairly pampered life. Oh, he knew the rider didn’t get a real say in most things and she was just a symbol of what girls should strive to be, but he’d be okay with that. Sitting in a cozy room and never doing manual labour again was a dream come true!
A dreamy sigh barely made it past parted lips before J’ver found himself being pulled to his feet and a mouth on his. He didn’t struggle, there wasn’t a need to when he knew that mouth instantly. S’kef had come to celebrate and J’ver eagerly let the man show it. Almost forgetting where they were, J’ver was close to clinging to S’kef, encouraging him to continue but the brownrider pulled away and gave a throat-clearing cough as he made himself presentable again and returned to his place. A smug look was given to Jada, hoping the girl saw the kiss and was reminded that while Tyrrisath might win Krypth every time and she would have S’kef in her bed for a few hours, she would never truly have him.
That made him smile openly for all to see.
Rilaleeyth, however, was deeply saddened at the sight of the gold in the clutch. Her sweet darling brown was determined and skilled. If he knew he could sire golds and that doing so helped his rider, then he would continuously chase Krypth and no doubt win every time. She wouldn’t be needed or liked anymore. Even J’ver was having thoughts about how he wished she had been a gold dragon and not green. Did any of the males in her life still like her for who she was? Maybe Aveleth would but she didn’t dare go to him, not right now on Tyrrisath’s important day. Though, Aveleth probably wouldn’t want her either. She curled in on herself, tail wrapping tightly around her body, which J’ver barely paid mind to as he settled back down to sit on her tail to watch the remaining eggs crack.
As the Hatching concluded, J’ver found he was glad it was such a small clutch. He was getting bored and the sun was still too warm for his tastes despite the season. It was a nice mix of colours, though, and while he doubted he wouldn’t interact with any of them until the blue and brown were old enough to give chase, J’ver still silently wished them luck as even he didn’t like to think about the end of dragons. “Come, my lady, let’s congratulate all those of importance on a nice event.” J’ver rose and waited for Rilaleeyth to follow suit before moving with confident steps towards S’kef.
This time, a shake of a head wasn’t going to keep him away.
It was as he grabbed the first pile of cloth with a song being lightly hummed that said green dragon interrupted him with some interesting news. Tyrrisath's clutch is about to hatch. I think he and the master would very much appreciate our presence. There were days, quite a few in fact, where Rilaleeyth's meek personality grated on his nerves but J'ver couldn't deny that he found her habit of never referring to S'kef by name to be quite cute. There wasn't a point in pretending either of them truly ruled over the brownpair anymore; S'kef owned them all and deserved them calling him by such titles, at least when they were alone. Firelizards would sprout from the earth and become popular pets with dragonriders again before J'ver would call S'kef 'master' with an audience looking on.
He had a quick moment of considering when the best time to show up would be. It was hard to say how long the eggs would sway with movement before they started cracking so it was difficult to properly gauge when an appearance should be put in. Given his relationship to S'kef and the fact that Tyrrisath was the clutch's sire, J'ver felt he shouldn't dawdle, especially given what some would do with that sort of information. He would be seen as jealous or a jaded lover no doubt. While the jealousy was sometimes there when S'kef coddled that little girl, J'ver simply reminded himself about how good this was for their move in regaining power and one day controlling the weyr and then the world. This golden pair was currently useless given they were still weyrlings, Nirinath still graced them with her presence, and they were only one weyr, but it was a step forward all the same and it was a well-needed ego boost for his dear brownrider.
After taking just enough time to tidy up his materials – he didn’t want S’kef coming by and getting any sort of hint for his next gift! – J’ver and Rilaleeyth took off for the Hatching Circuit, certainly not arriving as the first of the spectators but nowhere near the last either. He found S’kef quickly and easily given his gaze had been trained long ago to find the man he had targeted as acceptable for his goals though Tyrrisath’s large form stood out just as much. J’ver smiled but as he dismounted, intent on joining his lover on the sidelines, S’kef shook his head no and the greenrider froze in place. Of course, how silly of him to forget his place and assume he had a spot next to the man that had flown the little girl that bathed the golden dragon of the clutch. Whatever their relationship was, it wasn’t important right then as S’kef and Tyrrisath put in their appearance and continued the charade of making Jada and every other person in the weyr believe they cared about anything more than the status that they had been given.
Resigned to playing second fiddle, J’ver kept a respectable distance from the ‘happy couple’ and waited for Rilaleeyth to settle in so he could sit on her crossed forepaws. The Hatching, when it finally began, was rather boring and as most Hatchings were with dragonets stumbling free and humans going to assist them. It was amusing to see so many greens emerge when J’ver knew what S’kef thought of the female dragons and he was prepared to tease, and therefore be punished for doing so, the man when the clutch turned out to be entirely green. Naturally, he had to be proven wrong in a grand way when another female broke free of her shell but this time showed off a beautiful golden hide. J’ver’s eyes went large as he stared in shock. Naturally, if a brown would produce gold, it had to be Tyrrisath, the dragon that didn’t do anything half-assed and had a mighty presence. It was unfortunate that men didn’t seem to Impress gold. He would make a fine goldrider and would enjoy their fairly pampered life. Oh, he knew the rider didn’t get a real say in most things and she was just a symbol of what girls should strive to be, but he’d be okay with that. Sitting in a cozy room and never doing manual labour again was a dream come true!
A dreamy sigh barely made it past parted lips before J’ver found himself being pulled to his feet and a mouth on his. He didn’t struggle, there wasn’t a need to when he knew that mouth instantly. S’kef had come to celebrate and J’ver eagerly let the man show it. Almost forgetting where they were, J’ver was close to clinging to S’kef, encouraging him to continue but the brownrider pulled away and gave a throat-clearing cough as he made himself presentable again and returned to his place. A smug look was given to Jada, hoping the girl saw the kiss and was reminded that while Tyrrisath might win Krypth every time and she would have S’kef in her bed for a few hours, she would never truly have him.
That made him smile openly for all to see.
Rilaleeyth, however, was deeply saddened at the sight of the gold in the clutch. Her sweet darling brown was determined and skilled. If he knew he could sire golds and that doing so helped his rider, then he would continuously chase Krypth and no doubt win every time. She wouldn’t be needed or liked anymore. Even J’ver was having thoughts about how he wished she had been a gold dragon and not green. Did any of the males in her life still like her for who she was? Maybe Aveleth would but she didn’t dare go to him, not right now on Tyrrisath’s important day. Though, Aveleth probably wouldn’t want her either. She curled in on herself, tail wrapping tightly around her body, which J’ver barely paid mind to as he settled back down to sit on her tail to watch the remaining eggs crack.
As the Hatching concluded, J’ver found he was glad it was such a small clutch. He was getting bored and the sun was still too warm for his tastes despite the season. It was a nice mix of colours, though, and while he doubted he wouldn’t interact with any of them until the blue and brown were old enough to give chase, J’ver still silently wished them luck as even he didn’t like to think about the end of dragons. “Come, my lady, let’s congratulate all those of importance on a nice event.” J’ver rose and waited for Rilaleeyth to follow suit before moving with confident steps towards S’kef.
This time, a shake of a head wasn’t going to keep him away.