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10.May.22, 10:27 AM
M’quel had been a bit worried about gossip after T’ryn had mentioned it before leaving, and while she wasn’t ashamed or embarrassed about what they had gotten up to, she didn’t really want to upset her Papa, either. In the end, though, he hadn’t noticed – he’d been having a bad day – and a rather stern look from R’nya (who had turned a look of soul crushing disappointment on M’quel) was enough to hush up the immediate Weyr population. Of course, she knew that wouldn’t stop word from spreading to areas where R’nya and Jajojin weren’t around, but M’quel didn’t really care about that. She just didn’t want to upset her Papa… though she’d also prefer not to have R’nya looking at her like that again.
D'hys’ expression had been much more interesting, though. She had a feeling he was proud of her, though he didn’t talk to her, and she was too busy to seek him out. Especially when T’ryn came to visit – they stayed in her weyr that time… and the next couple, too – but it was no less delightful than the first time, maybe even more so, as they got a good handle on what it was the other really liked, and got to know each other in very delicious, intimate ways. M’quel was delighted by the change in their relationship, though had faced a rather confusing time with N’lis as a result.
While the young bluerider hadn’t actually come out and said anything, M’quel wasn’t completely oblivious; she’d noticed he was upset and had asked him what was upsetting him. She honestly, however, hadn’t expected the answer to be her. They hadn’t fought, mostly because neither of them were that type of person. But M’quel hadn’t been faking her genuine confusion by his admittance, and they had talked. She’d apologised for hurting him – that had never, and would never, be her intention – but that she hadn’t realised they were supposed to be exclusive (outside of Flights, since those obviously didn’t count) and that she’d thought he’d known that, since she’d made no secret of her time spent with D’hys. But more, that she didn’t want to be exclusive with him. She adored him, and adored their time together – both clothed and naked – but she adored her other friends, too, and she wanted to spend time with them both clothed and naked, and she hoped he could understand.
He said he did, but M’quel wasn’t really sure if he was being honest, or just saying what she wanted to hear. In the end, she decided to take him at his word. If he wasn’t okay with it, he should have said so, and she wasn’t responsible for his happiness (or lack thereof) if he chose to lie about how he was feeling. It honestly never occurred to M’quel to feel guilty about what she had done with T’ryn, and so she continued with her usual buoyant mood, her genuine joy in life, as she tended to her dragon, her Healer lessons, and assisting where she could in the Infirmary. She even took time to make sure she visited with Rhaedalyn and the children, though she was a little skittish around R’nya until she was sure he wasn’t going to glower at her again for having sex out by the lake. With a bronzerider. Whose dragon was mated to a Weyrwoman’s. Apparently, there was all kinds of politics involved with that. But honestly.
What she had done, however, was make it up to Zezeth the day following Malvayth’s flight, giving her green dragon a scrub from nose to tail tip, and then spent several long hours oiling her, more than once, to make sure her beautiful hide was as soft and subtle as ever. Zezeth had positively glowed that day, and M’quel had been more than a little proud of her work. Unfortunately, it had the effect of making Zezeth desire more routine cleaning, and so, M’quel found herself at the lake almost every week, maybe every 10 or so days if she could convince her dragon she didn’t need upkeep just yet. That day was day eleven, and Zezeth had had enough of being put off, thank you very much.
Both young woman and young green looked up at the sound of a familiar dragon’s voice, and Zezeth gave a bugle of her own, flaring her wings in greeting while M’quel waved enthusiastically, tossing aside the rag she’d been using to buff Zezeth’s glowing green hide. “Hello Xyxyth!” M’quel cried out happily, before throwing herself bodily at A’tay, wrapping her arms around his neck and hugging him tightly. It felt like a million years since she’d last seen her best friend! M’quel pressed a kiss to his cheek, and let herself slide down his much taller body so she could wrap her arms around his waist, refusing to let go as she beamed at him. “TayTay!” she said, greeting him at last, “it’s been forever!” She gave him a squeeze around the middle again.
Hello Xyxyth, Zezeth said in her low, rumbling and gravelly voice. M’quel smiled at the sound of it, and positively beamed when her dragon turned her gaze upon A’tay and spoke to him, too. Hello, TayTay, she said softly, and moved closer to the bronze, nuzzling at Xyxyth’s cheek with her dainty nose, and then spoke again, Do you have to beg like I, to get your human to bathe and oil you frequently? she asked, her tone haughty, but clearly she was teasing her rider as she spoke. She included A’tay in her comment, because she liked the young man and he was Xyxyth’s special human, so clearly, even if she didn’t know him, he would be perfect.
D'hys’ expression had been much more interesting, though. She had a feeling he was proud of her, though he didn’t talk to her, and she was too busy to seek him out. Especially when T’ryn came to visit – they stayed in her weyr that time… and the next couple, too – but it was no less delightful than the first time, maybe even more so, as they got a good handle on what it was the other really liked, and got to know each other in very delicious, intimate ways. M’quel was delighted by the change in their relationship, though had faced a rather confusing time with N’lis as a result.
While the young bluerider hadn’t actually come out and said anything, M’quel wasn’t completely oblivious; she’d noticed he was upset and had asked him what was upsetting him. She honestly, however, hadn’t expected the answer to be her. They hadn’t fought, mostly because neither of them were that type of person. But M’quel hadn’t been faking her genuine confusion by his admittance, and they had talked. She’d apologised for hurting him – that had never, and would never, be her intention – but that she hadn’t realised they were supposed to be exclusive (outside of Flights, since those obviously didn’t count) and that she’d thought he’d known that, since she’d made no secret of her time spent with D’hys. But more, that she didn’t want to be exclusive with him. She adored him, and adored their time together – both clothed and naked – but she adored her other friends, too, and she wanted to spend time with them both clothed and naked, and she hoped he could understand.
He said he did, but M’quel wasn’t really sure if he was being honest, or just saying what she wanted to hear. In the end, she decided to take him at his word. If he wasn’t okay with it, he should have said so, and she wasn’t responsible for his happiness (or lack thereof) if he chose to lie about how he was feeling. It honestly never occurred to M’quel to feel guilty about what she had done with T’ryn, and so she continued with her usual buoyant mood, her genuine joy in life, as she tended to her dragon, her Healer lessons, and assisting where she could in the Infirmary. She even took time to make sure she visited with Rhaedalyn and the children, though she was a little skittish around R’nya until she was sure he wasn’t going to glower at her again for having sex out by the lake. With a bronzerider. Whose dragon was mated to a Weyrwoman’s. Apparently, there was all kinds of politics involved with that. But honestly.
What she had done, however, was make it up to Zezeth the day following Malvayth’s flight, giving her green dragon a scrub from nose to tail tip, and then spent several long hours oiling her, more than once, to make sure her beautiful hide was as soft and subtle as ever. Zezeth had positively glowed that day, and M’quel had been more than a little proud of her work. Unfortunately, it had the effect of making Zezeth desire more routine cleaning, and so, M’quel found herself at the lake almost every week, maybe every 10 or so days if she could convince her dragon she didn’t need upkeep just yet. That day was day eleven, and Zezeth had had enough of being put off, thank you very much.
Both young woman and young green looked up at the sound of a familiar dragon’s voice, and Zezeth gave a bugle of her own, flaring her wings in greeting while M’quel waved enthusiastically, tossing aside the rag she’d been using to buff Zezeth’s glowing green hide. “Hello Xyxyth!” M’quel cried out happily, before throwing herself bodily at A’tay, wrapping her arms around his neck and hugging him tightly. It felt like a million years since she’d last seen her best friend! M’quel pressed a kiss to his cheek, and let herself slide down his much taller body so she could wrap her arms around his waist, refusing to let go as she beamed at him. “TayTay!” she said, greeting him at last, “it’s been forever!” She gave him a squeeze around the middle again.
Hello Xyxyth, Zezeth said in her low, rumbling and gravelly voice. M’quel smiled at the sound of it, and positively beamed when her dragon turned her gaze upon A’tay and spoke to him, too. Hello, TayTay, she said softly, and moved closer to the bronze, nuzzling at Xyxyth’s cheek with her dainty nose, and then spoke again, Do you have to beg like I, to get your human to bathe and oil you frequently? she asked, her tone haughty, but clearly she was teasing her rider as she spoke. She included A’tay in her comment, because she liked the young man and he was Xyxyth’s special human, so clearly, even if she didn’t know him, he would be perfect.
