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12.Aug.12, 10:55 AM
J’ver stirred awake at the irritating and chipper voice. It took a moment to recall why he felt stiff and was lying on something that was clearly not a soft bed, but recall he did and in time for the foot to nudge him. “Indeed I am rather beautiful. It’s a shame there isn’t anything to help you grow though, Z’ia.” J’ver rolled over and smiled sweetly at the bluerider, “although you do quite well working with what you have.” It was a compliment and likely the best anyone could hope to get out of the arrogant and catty greenrider. Still, he wasn’t interested in any follow-up examples and made his way to his feet before Z’ia could grab him if he so desired.
“I fear our dear Master Healer won’t be too pleased with us,” J’ver gave a dainty yawn as he looked around the room for his clothes. He really wasn’t concerned about what Talian thought of the mess, knowing nothing more than extra glares would come of it. At least now he had a reason he could share publically for the looks he was given. When his pants were spotted, J’ver sashayed over, delicately picked them up, and shook them out before frowning. The lacing had been ripped but he said nothing. Long ago he had learned riders didn’t care about what they had done during flightlust so he stopped complaining. It was just a good thing he knew how to sew and enjoyed it.
Rilaleeyth returned each nuzzle and shifted closer to Aveleth. The pretty blue was always gentle and kind which left her warmed through. It was horrible of her, she knew, to feel such a connection with Aveleth when Tyrrisath was so wonderful to her as well. Oh, but her brown companion seemed quite upset at losing and it worried her. She dared not reach out to him, not while still curled against Aveleth but she would do so later to see how angry he was.
At a particularly unpleasant, and hopefully unlikely, thought came to her, Rilaleeyth spoke softly and only to Aveleth, be careful when you leave me, my darling blue. Tyrrisath and his bonded are not the most gracious of losers on the best of days.
“I fear our dear Master Healer won’t be too pleased with us,” J’ver gave a dainty yawn as he looked around the room for his clothes. He really wasn’t concerned about what Talian thought of the mess, knowing nothing more than extra glares would come of it. At least now he had a reason he could share publically for the looks he was given. When his pants were spotted, J’ver sashayed over, delicately picked them up, and shook them out before frowning. The lacing had been ripped but he said nothing. Long ago he had learned riders didn’t care about what they had done during flightlust so he stopped complaining. It was just a good thing he knew how to sew and enjoyed it.
Rilaleeyth returned each nuzzle and shifted closer to Aveleth. The pretty blue was always gentle and kind which left her warmed through. It was horrible of her, she knew, to feel such a connection with Aveleth when Tyrrisath was so wonderful to her as well. Oh, but her brown companion seemed quite upset at losing and it worried her. She dared not reach out to him, not while still curled against Aveleth but she would do so later to see how angry he was.
At a particularly unpleasant, and hopefully unlikely, thought came to her, Rilaleeyth spoke softly and only to Aveleth, be careful when you leave me, my darling blue. Tyrrisath and his bonded are not the most gracious of losers on the best of days.
