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04.Apr.14, 01:09 AM
The shifting of the bed stirred K’tir into consciousness but only enough for an arm to drape over his eyes as if such an action would put an end to whomever thought he needed to be awake just yet. Habit had him reaching out to Ghaeth to see how his dragon was doing that day and while the usual chipper attitude was there, K’tir also felt that Ghaeth was beyond pleased with himself. That was somewhat odd and it took a moment to remember there had been a green flight that morning. Given the mood Ghaeth was in and the way the bed had shifted with someone else leaving it, K’tir had to assume he had won.
A small lazy smile appeared at that thought. Winning was definitely nice if for no other reason than Ghaeth’s benefit. Sure the dragon was just like his brothers in that he could enjoy himself through the bond and take pleasure from K’tir’s own but winning still served as a confidence booster. Besides, if he won, that mean a bluerider hadn’t and one more greenrider had survived another day without having to deal with turmoil of being with a blue. He had learned the hard way turns ago what they were capable of and K’tir didn’t want to see anyone else suffer.
Well done, Ghaeth. Enjoy your rest with your lady, K’tir hadn’t the foggiest idea who they had partnered with and Ghaeth was content to follow the advice and didn’t even bother offering a reply outside of a content sigh. Sliding his arm away from his eyes, K’tir blinked in the light, taking a moment to fully gather his wits about him again. At the sound of a drink being poured, he sat up which left the sheet sliding down his torso to pool in his lap. “I hope sex with me isn’t what leads you to drinking, N’del,” K’tir gave a small frown though it was playful; at least until he ran a hand through his hair. His dark locks had a natural wave that made for extra unruly bedhead. Still, he wasn’t about to chop off the length that barely brushed at his shoulders in the longest strands.
“Even if it is, do you have another glass? I’d hate for you to drink alone.” He offered a small smile, which was the most the vast portion of the population could get out of him on a good day. A quick study of N’del was given as he waited for a reply and couldn’t figure out what he felt about the win outside of the usual relief on behalf of the greenrider. N’del was older than him, perhaps double his age, but like all dragonriders, his age didn’t show and he looked younger than whatever number was attached to him. Also like other dragonriders, he had a decent body to him as well, something K’tir didn’t mind admiring. Still, if he was as old as assumed, the poor man should be retiring and not trying to keep up with the younger and sadly rougher men giving chase now.
A small lazy smile appeared at that thought. Winning was definitely nice if for no other reason than Ghaeth’s benefit. Sure the dragon was just like his brothers in that he could enjoy himself through the bond and take pleasure from K’tir’s own but winning still served as a confidence booster. Besides, if he won, that mean a bluerider hadn’t and one more greenrider had survived another day without having to deal with turmoil of being with a blue. He had learned the hard way turns ago what they were capable of and K’tir didn’t want to see anyone else suffer.
Well done, Ghaeth. Enjoy your rest with your lady, K’tir hadn’t the foggiest idea who they had partnered with and Ghaeth was content to follow the advice and didn’t even bother offering a reply outside of a content sigh. Sliding his arm away from his eyes, K’tir blinked in the light, taking a moment to fully gather his wits about him again. At the sound of a drink being poured, he sat up which left the sheet sliding down his torso to pool in his lap. “I hope sex with me isn’t what leads you to drinking, N’del,” K’tir gave a small frown though it was playful; at least until he ran a hand through his hair. His dark locks had a natural wave that made for extra unruly bedhead. Still, he wasn’t about to chop off the length that barely brushed at his shoulders in the longest strands.
“Even if it is, do you have another glass? I’d hate for you to drink alone.” He offered a small smile, which was the most the vast portion of the population could get out of him on a good day. A quick study of N’del was given as he waited for a reply and couldn’t figure out what he felt about the win outside of the usual relief on behalf of the greenrider. N’del was older than him, perhaps double his age, but like all dragonriders, his age didn’t show and he looked younger than whatever number was attached to him. Also like other dragonriders, he had a decent body to him as well, something K’tir didn’t mind admiring. Still, if he was as old as assumed, the poor man should be retiring and not trying to keep up with the younger and sadly rougher men giving chase now.
