26.Jul.12, 11:49 PM
You will go to the Healers! There was insistence in this that irritated Jada to no end. Krypth's dander, however, was up! Orange eyes were roiling at her along with a rage that was naturally intimidating, even when not directly aimed at her bonded. It had started when she had woken with a swollen face. Refused to go to the Healer's for something preventive. Continued when at breakfast she had noted fuzziness in her left eye. Then Krypth had commented over breakfast that her eye was looking purple, and she had some dirt on her cheek. When had Jada's eye turned purple? Would the rest of her? Then the dots had connected that it wasn't dirt, it was a handprint. And then her fury had been palpable.
Krypth had wanted to go drop S'kef Between right there.
Her fury had been contained with far greater ease than her lust had been, but it had was a near thing. She had given a strangled cry, spreading her wings and slamming her face hard into Jada's belly, the smothered noise of rage vibrating through the Harper's smaller form. That her pleasure had come at this cost-! It mattered little that people were whispering of the marks that Jada had given to the brownrider, or that other marks of the man's violence were on her form. It was the handprint and the blackening eye that inspired her outrage. Rightfully so, she had insisted, until it had been nipped in the bud.
How dare he lay such a hand on you!
"What goes around comes around." Jada assured her companion, scratching between her headknobs. "Don't worry love. It won't happen again." She hoped. Who knew? In Flights... well, she'd learned firsthand just how overwhelming and base the needs had been. Maybe next time it wouldn't be S'kef giving her a black eye. Then again, Krypth had very much seemed to revel in Tyrrisath's attentions. And the memories that Jada could vaguely recall, she hadn't exactly been telling the brownrider to tone it down. (Did that make her a pervert?)
And fairly, maybe her face had- okay, no.
Her room was the first thing that was to be sorted after the meal, and Jada refused to take Krypth's advice. Refused to obey a direct command from the gold! Appalling, and irritating and Krypth had sworn... Now, the Harper was getting ready for midday meal, her mattress finally shoved haphazardly onto the frame, when there came a knock on the door. It was light, tentative at best, but it caused the dragon to give a grunt of satisfaction and a wave of pleasure rolled through their bond. Good. He came. I was afraid no one would give him the message.
Even Krypth had better manners than to speak directly to their heart-wounded Master Healer. Yet it never crossed her mind that it might be another at the door- when Krypth summoned a Healer for her recalcitrant Chosen, she summoned a Healer.
Krypth had wanted to go drop S'kef Between right there.
Her fury had been contained with far greater ease than her lust had been, but it had was a near thing. She had given a strangled cry, spreading her wings and slamming her face hard into Jada's belly, the smothered noise of rage vibrating through the Harper's smaller form. That her pleasure had come at this cost-! It mattered little that people were whispering of the marks that Jada had given to the brownrider, or that other marks of the man's violence were on her form. It was the handprint and the blackening eye that inspired her outrage. Rightfully so, she had insisted, until it had been nipped in the bud.
How dare he lay such a hand on you!
"What goes around comes around." Jada assured her companion, scratching between her headknobs. "Don't worry love. It won't happen again." She hoped. Who knew? In Flights... well, she'd learned firsthand just how overwhelming and base the needs had been. Maybe next time it wouldn't be S'kef giving her a black eye. Then again, Krypth had very much seemed to revel in Tyrrisath's attentions. And the memories that Jada could vaguely recall, she hadn't exactly been telling the brownrider to tone it down. (Did that make her a pervert?)
And fairly, maybe her face had- okay, no.
Her room was the first thing that was to be sorted after the meal, and Jada refused to take Krypth's advice. Refused to obey a direct command from the gold! Appalling, and irritating and Krypth had sworn... Now, the Harper was getting ready for midday meal, her mattress finally shoved haphazardly onto the frame, when there came a knock on the door. It was light, tentative at best, but it caused the dragon to give a grunt of satisfaction and a wave of pleasure rolled through their bond. Good. He came. I was afraid no one would give him the message.
Even Krypth had better manners than to speak directly to their heart-wounded Master Healer. Yet it never crossed her mind that it might be another at the door- when Krypth summoned a Healer for her recalcitrant Chosen, she summoned a Healer.