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26.Dec.12, 07:15 AM
S'kef hadn't been to bed long when the humming started. He knew what he was getting into from the start; the Weyrleader had a lot of work, especially with Tsuen being essentially dead on arrival. Stupid cow wasn't worth the skin she was walking around in! And D'ren's condition wasn't sharding helping. All day long that goldriding bitch hissed and spat at everyone in her path, demanding to know when D'ren would get better and insisting that he would be fine. It was one thing to be concerned for one's mate, but this was getting obsessive. And creepy.
Between the Weyr's state of disarray in wake of the poisoning and Tsuen's total uselessness, S'kef hadn't been getting to bed at a decent time. Tonight, he'd been in bed for around an hour when the humming began. He woke moments before, prodded awake by a mental alert from Tyrrisath. The brown was outside, humming softly alongside his favorite girl. He didn't speak. He simply waited patiently as S'kef reluctantly pulled himself from J'ver's side and sat up.
"Shells and shards," S'kef groaned. "Now? Of all times?" He frowned, righting himself before quickly moving to throw on some nice clothes. He was just as aware of the importance of appearances as his mate. S'kef cursed softly as he buttoned up his nice shirt and sighed. "See you there, Jai..." he grunted as he slipped out.
S'kef was there in a matter of seconds, taken by Tyrrisath in the blink of an eye. The brownrider stepped away, leaving Tyrrisath to rumble a soft greeting to Krypth as the eggs continued to shake. "Jada," S'kef said, nodding his head to the goldrider and offering her a cordial, borderline smug smile. "It's a pleasure to see you."
She sure looks comfortable he thought to himself. He was glad he'd taken a minute to dress up before coming over. It would look better, especially with his greenrider on his arm. Speaking of which...ah, there he was! S'kef nodded silently to the greenrider, intending to mingle with 'proper' company for a few more moments before calling his loyal lover to his side.
"The clutch looks good. They have pretty good size on them," S'kef said conversationally, indirectly praising both Krypth and Tyrrisath. He crossed his arms and laughed darkly, eyes glimmering with ambition and pride. Would there be another gold? Or perhaps bronzes? Tyrrisath had proved himself magnificently before...
Tyrrisath silently wished Kyrpth luck before detaching himself from the gold, ambling uncaring past the other dragons and taking his place beside Rilaleeyth. Who gave a damn what the others through? Rilaleeyth Tyrrisath whispered, nosing her lightly as he placed himself beside her. He said nothing else, simply wrapping his green in warmth as he waited to see what his clutch would yield. What pride he felt! Pride, and a great helping of amusement at the scandalized glances falling on them.
S'kef smiled and waved to J'ver, motioning excitedly and borderline impatiently for his cranky partner to join him. "Front row seat, greenie. Get over here!"
Early in their relationship, or at least the formal part of it, S'kef had thrown around a lot of endearments. Now that being together seemed so normal and real, well...no need to embellish. S'kef's mannerisms were very much back to normal, though there was always a subtle undertone of affection there. He really did cherish his little green companion, and he had every intention of treating him like a queen. As long as J'ver remembered who he belonged to, he would receive only the best.
Between the Weyr's state of disarray in wake of the poisoning and Tsuen's total uselessness, S'kef hadn't been getting to bed at a decent time. Tonight, he'd been in bed for around an hour when the humming began. He woke moments before, prodded awake by a mental alert from Tyrrisath. The brown was outside, humming softly alongside his favorite girl. He didn't speak. He simply waited patiently as S'kef reluctantly pulled himself from J'ver's side and sat up.
"Shells and shards," S'kef groaned. "Now? Of all times?" He frowned, righting himself before quickly moving to throw on some nice clothes. He was just as aware of the importance of appearances as his mate. S'kef cursed softly as he buttoned up his nice shirt and sighed. "See you there, Jai..." he grunted as he slipped out.
S'kef was there in a matter of seconds, taken by Tyrrisath in the blink of an eye. The brownrider stepped away, leaving Tyrrisath to rumble a soft greeting to Krypth as the eggs continued to shake. "Jada," S'kef said, nodding his head to the goldrider and offering her a cordial, borderline smug smile. "It's a pleasure to see you."
She sure looks comfortable he thought to himself. He was glad he'd taken a minute to dress up before coming over. It would look better, especially with his greenrider on his arm. Speaking of which...ah, there he was! S'kef nodded silently to the greenrider, intending to mingle with 'proper' company for a few more moments before calling his loyal lover to his side.
"The clutch looks good. They have pretty good size on them," S'kef said conversationally, indirectly praising both Krypth and Tyrrisath. He crossed his arms and laughed darkly, eyes glimmering with ambition and pride. Would there be another gold? Or perhaps bronzes? Tyrrisath had proved himself magnificently before...
Tyrrisath silently wished Kyrpth luck before detaching himself from the gold, ambling uncaring past the other dragons and taking his place beside Rilaleeyth. Who gave a damn what the others through? Rilaleeyth Tyrrisath whispered, nosing her lightly as he placed himself beside her. He said nothing else, simply wrapping his green in warmth as he waited to see what his clutch would yield. What pride he felt! Pride, and a great helping of amusement at the scandalized glances falling on them.
S'kef smiled and waved to J'ver, motioning excitedly and borderline impatiently for his cranky partner to join him. "Front row seat, greenie. Get over here!"
Early in their relationship, or at least the formal part of it, S'kef had thrown around a lot of endearments. Now that being together seemed so normal and real, well...no need to embellish. S'kef's mannerisms were very much back to normal, though there was always a subtle undertone of affection there. He really did cherish his little green companion, and he had every intention of treating him like a queen. As long as J'ver remembered who he belonged to, he would receive only the best.
