08.Nov.12, 10:03 PM
((Directly following drunken post-flight fun))
The morning had started out quite nicely. Echlerov had arranged to give her something of a private wine tasting, insisting that she would like wine if she gave it a chance. Then, around Midmorning, he'd lurched to his feet and run outside, muttering something about a Flight. Jisra had been left to taste the wine on her own and it hadn't taken long for her to become tipsy and then full out drunk after which she'd curled up on the bed and taken a nap.
After that...things had happened.
A draft of cool air tickled Jisra’s leg and she frowned slightly, still more asleep than awake. Her hand groped aimlessly, searching for the blanket. When she couldn’t find it, she instead rolled to the side and curled into the warm bulk that had been behind her.
The smell of wine, sweat and dragonflesh cocooned her like the blanket she couldn’t find and she was only vaguely aware of the entire situation being a bit off as she floated in the realm between sleep and the waking world.
The morning had started out quite nicely. Echlerov had arranged to give her something of a private wine tasting, insisting that she would like wine if she gave it a chance. Then, around Midmorning, he'd lurched to his feet and run outside, muttering something about a Flight. Jisra had been left to taste the wine on her own and it hadn't taken long for her to become tipsy and then full out drunk after which she'd curled up on the bed and taken a nap.
After that...things had happened.
A draft of cool air tickled Jisra’s leg and she frowned slightly, still more asleep than awake. Her hand groped aimlessly, searching for the blanket. When she couldn’t find it, she instead rolled to the side and curled into the warm bulk that had been behind her.
The smell of wine, sweat and dragonflesh cocooned her like the blanket she couldn’t find and she was only vaguely aware of the entire situation being a bit off as she floated in the realm between sleep and the waking world.