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26.Dec.17, 01:08 AM
The dream took a dramatic shift, and dream-N’mor frowned as he suddenly found the whole situation so… not him. The bed was soft, the faceless companion was warm and he could feel hands gliding over his skin. His body’s response was natural, but as much as he was irked by that, he was more irked by Rhezalth’s voice slipping in unwanted, and finally rousing his young rider. N’mor rubbed his hand over his face, brushing the lengthening strands back and sighed as he stared up at the ceiling. I didn’t think you’d still be upset by that type of thing, he thought dryly, turning his eye towards the direction his dragon was in. I’m not. Rhezalth’s tone was just as dry, but N’mor could sense something else lingering in the tone. Nadioth is going to Fly, he announced, and N’mor realised the ‘something else’ was his young dragon’s lust. N’mor groaned, and sat up.
“Really, Rhea?” He asked, pulling on a pair of pants and flicking his hair out of his face again. “You know her rider is mated, right?”To a brown’s rider, Rhezalth snorted, standing up but lowering a shoulder so N’mor could climb aboard. They didn’t bother with straps, since N’mor knew he’d just be dumped in Vaeyla’s weyr before his dragon glided down to the other waiting bronze and browns. A gold deserves a bronze, the young dragon said firmly, and N’mor rolled his eyes, but didn’t disagree. He just wasn’t really thrilled with the idea of losing his virginity to Vaeyla. At least if Rhezalth won, neither rider would be aware and besides, how difficult could it be? N’mor would have pinched the bridge of his nose, but he was rather occupied with using his hand to steady himself again Rhealth so he didn’t fall.
The bronze landed on the edge of the weyr where they knew Nadioth’s rider was located – greens were good for something – and N’mor slipped off his dragon easily, giving the eager beast a slap of encouragement before N’mor made his way into the weyr proper, looking around with curiosity while he still could. This was Rhezalth’s first chase, and while he didn’t really think the bronze would win, he was interested to see what the experience would be like. He’d grown up with a greenrider father, so he had rather a lot of second-hand knowledge of that side of things from overhearing his father and other greenriders talking. He didn’t really know much outside of what he was taught in lessons when it came to his own side of things. So long as no one pushed him off the weyr ledge, though, N’mor figured it couldn’t all be too bad.
Good luck, Rhea! N’mor sent his dragon, rather tongue-in-cheek as he found his way into the main room where Vaeyla was located. N’mor took note of the other dragonriders with vague curiosity before Rhezalth’s lust began to really take hold, the bronze dragon answering Nadioth’s roar with one of his own, wings extended before he took off after the great gold dragon, eyes on the prize. N’mor faltered slightly, overwhelmed by the way he could feel not only Rhezalth’s emotions but his physical experiences too; the wind, the power of his wings, the way the other bronze and browns were crowding around. N’mor grinned wolfishly.
“Really, Rhea?” He asked, pulling on a pair of pants and flicking his hair out of his face again. “You know her rider is mated, right?”
The bronze landed on the edge of the weyr where they knew Nadioth’s rider was located – greens were good for something – and N’mor slipped off his dragon easily, giving the eager beast a slap of encouragement before N’mor made his way into the weyr proper, looking around with curiosity while he still could. This was Rhezalth’s first chase, and while he didn’t really think the bronze would win, he was interested to see what the experience would be like. He’d grown up with a greenrider father, so he had rather a lot of second-hand knowledge of that side of things from overhearing his father and other greenriders talking. He didn’t really know much outside of what he was taught in lessons when it came to his own side of things. So long as no one pushed him off the weyr ledge, though, N’mor figured it couldn’t all be too bad.
Good luck, Rhea! N’mor sent his dragon, rather tongue-in-cheek as he found his way into the main room where Vaeyla was located. N’mor took note of the other dragonriders with vague curiosity before Rhezalth’s lust began to really take hold, the bronze dragon answering Nadioth’s roar with one of his own, wings extended before he took off after the great gold dragon, eyes on the prize. N’mor faltered slightly, overwhelmed by the way he could feel not only Rhezalth’s emotions but his physical experiences too; the wind, the power of his wings, the way the other bronze and browns were crowding around. N’mor grinned wolfishly.
