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[G] [C] 740.02.11 | Almost An Anniversary
9 AM | Z’rin

F'drel
of Green Halomirth

Date of Birth
25.09.718, 26
Height
6'4"
Eyes
blueish hazel
Build
Fit
Hair
Dark brown

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16
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216

Written By: Zandelion
#1
F’drel woke slowly, which, once he was awake enough to form coherent thoughts, was the first clue something was out of place. It took another few seconds to remember what it meant. As a rule, F’drel slept poorly. He’d always been a light sleeper growing up, but as of his mid teens or so his sleep had gotten worse. In addition to snapping awake at the slightest sound or movement nearby (which was less of a problem now that he had his own weyr instead of a bed in barracks, but it still happened when R’dal slept over), F’drel dealt with trouble falling asleep, waking constantly throughout the night, and just about always feeling like he hadn’t slept enough. So when he woke gradually and didn’t feel like he had just closed his eyes it meant something was off.

Namely, F’drel never relaxed in his sleep this much — Halomirth, however, did. And considering it was only a few days until it was a full turn since Miri’s first Flight, even with his mind still groggy it wasn’t too hard to figure out what had happened. Fuck, had it been a turn already since she’d started Flying? At least she seemed like she would be relatively consistent with her timing? And it had only been twice, which was better than some of the greens he knew who Flew a good four times a turn. Could be worse for a Flight pattern, really, even if he didn’t like it happening at all.

Now that he’d figured out what was going on, F’drel supposed he should figure out where he was and who he was with. It took much more effort to force himself to shake off enough of Miri’s pleased tiredness to even begin the process than F’drel, in the very back of his mind, liked. Part of him was very concerned about how unsafe his and Miri’s post-Flight sluggishness was, but the part of him that was in control at the moment couldn’t be convinced to care overly much just then. Because post-Flight him was an idiot and going to get them hurt someday if he didn’t quickly figure out how to brush off the lingering haziness from Miri being in control.

For the moment, though, F’drel had collected himself enough to want to know what sort of situation he was in and how quickly he needed to get out of it. Without even opening his eyes or moving his head from where it was currently buried in a pillow (it was a pillow, right?) he could rule out a few people from the list of possible Flight winners. Due to the frequency with which R’dal stayed the night with him, F’drel could easily tell it wasn’t his friend. Which was a relief, really, F’drel had no idea how he’d respond to Edath winning. Something to worry about at a later time. He was also pretty sure the person he was pressed up next to wasn’t a previous Flight winner either. Too tall to be Z’ia, and too soft for D’hys. Which meant F’drel was dealing with someone new, someone he almost certainly didn’t know enough about. Fuck. (Though maybe someone new was better than one of the last two, he was undecided on that point. The threat you know, the threat you don’t know.) Time to find out who it was, then.

F’drel rolled over to get a better look at the unknown person and sighed quietly as he recognized the man. Not that he’d ever spoken to Z’rin, that F’drel could remember, but it had become something of his business to keep up with gossip around Ista, so he’d certainly heard of the man. It was a rare bluerider who had a bronzeriding mate, and F’drel had paid attention to all the rumors about them. If he was lucky, which he never was, he wouldn't start appearing in the rumors himself. And of course, moving around had drawn attention to himself and F’drel froze when he realized Z’rin was looking at him. Fuck.

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Z'rin
of Blue Varralath

Date of Birth
08.10.712, 32
Height
6'2
Eyes
Pale Blue
Build
Fit
Hair
Brown, shaggy

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Written By: SunsetWay
#2
It was a common occurrence to wake up happy and satisfied since feelings were confessed and living arrangements changed—and Z’rin knew how silly it was for him to still feel that way and wonder how he of all people got so lucky—and he didn’t think anything out of the ordinary when he started to come back to consciousness. He had gone to bed curled up with N’mor and now he was waking beside the bronzerider and everything was normal and as it should be.

Except that it wasn’t, Z’rin soon discovered as he reached out to Varralath and found the blue radiating of smugness and sexual contentment. Their dragons got along well, but Z’rin had a feeling Rhezalth and Varralath weren’t suddenly taking after their riders and canoodling together. A glance to the body beside him showed the form of someone that was very much not his mate and there was a moment of relief that he hadn’t instinctually rolled over to spoon with N’mor and wake him with kisses down his neck and shoulder like he often did. That would have been a bit awkward! Although, Flights did make for good excuses when trying to explain odd behaviour.

Now to find out whom he was in bed with since Varralath was too busy ignoring him in favour of fawning over his green friend. Luckily he didn’t have to wait long to figure it out as his companion rolled over, likely just as curious as he was but probably more hesitant and worried to find out who had won. Z’rin never stopped feeling sorry for greenriders that didn’t have a steady winner and had to worry who would bed them and use them—some of their stories horrified him and made him extra thankful for the fat blue lump currently lounging somewhere.

It took a moment to focus on the face as a whole since his attention was caught entirely by the eyes framed in dark lashes that he couldn’t quite put a colour on thanks to the dim light of the room but figured hazel was a safe bet. When he focused outward a bit more, Z’rin realised he recognised the greenrider but they had yet to properly sit and chat. That was his own fault as he had a tendency to be a bit awkward and didn’t always know how to approach someone new. Landing in bed together because of their dragons was a great icebreaker, though!

“Uh, morning!” Z’rin grinned and was probably a bit too chipper for the situation but he was blaming it on equal parts that awkwardness of his and his happy dragon. Thankfully, Varralath also had a short attention span and while the dragon was happy and doing his own thing, the lust had subsided since the win so Z’rin found himself feeling rather in control for once. Losing was a horrible time that left him groggy, horny, and struggling to pay attention. They needed to do this winning thing more often if Varralath insisted on chasing.

“It’s F’drel, right?” They may not have properly met before but Z’rin tried to learn everyone’s name and face in case they had to work together or, with greens, a Flight took place. “I’m Z’rin. Uh, in case you didn’t know already.” He gave a sheepish chuckle and ran a hand through his tangled mop of hair. Sleep and then going right into a Flight likely did nothing for his hair and he’d be wincing later as he tried to brush it.

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F'drel
of Green Halomirth

Date of Birth
25.09.718, 26
Height
6'4"
Eyes
blueish hazel
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Fit
Hair
Dark brown

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Written By: Zandelion
#3
Blueriders always seemed so terribly pleased with themselves after their dragon won a Flight, F’drel was noticing. It’s not like the rider did anything, and with most green Flights it was more about being in the right place at the right time than actual skill. At least some of it was probably the dragon’s own smugness bleeding through, which F’drel was slightly more willing to tolerate. It still didn’t sit well with him — Miri genuinely liked all her blues so far, but how many of them only saw her as a conquest and merely tolerated her presence? F’drel couldn’t know, so he assumed the worst. So long as none of them hurt Halomirth, ever, he supposed he could at least put aside those concerns, for her. Didn’t stop F’drel from having to suppress an eye-roll at Z’rin’s excessive cheer.

“It is,” F’drel said, glancing around the room to determine it was, in fact, his own weyr, which made escaping, if it became necessary, slightly more difficult, “and I did.” He likely knew more about Z’rin than Z’rin knew about him — which, if he had to be dealing with a bluerider, was preferred to the other way around.

He didn’t say anything else, just watched Z’rin warily. The man didn’t seem too bothered by the current situation, which was good for F’drel. He knew Z’rin was holdbred, like he was, and it had occurred to F’drel that some Holder men wouldn’t take kindly to being seen to cheat on their partner, even unintentionally. Then again, F’drel doubted Z’rin held many of the usual Holder hangups about sex and relationships considering he was mated to a bronzerider, which was most definitely out of step with Holder standards. Which meant the chances of a negative reaction of that sort were low, but F’drel wasn’t able to completely brush aside the concern. There were still plenty of other reasons Z’rin could react poorly, and F’drel was unwilling to discount any yet — even if he was really, really hoping Z’rin was a loyal mate who also understood dragons did their own thing sometimes and would therefore not do anything to the greenrider (and that his mate was the same, which, with N’mor being weyrbred and the son of a greenrider himself, probably, but also, bronzerider). F’drel hated when life threw new people at him, with all their infinite, dangerous variables.

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Z'rin
of Blue Varralath

Date of Birth
08.10.712, 32
Height
6'2
Eyes
Pale Blue
Build
Fit
Hair
Brown, shaggy

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5
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Written By: SunsetWay
#4
Of course F'drel knew who he was. Z'rin was pretty sure everyone knew who he was, even if that meant only as the bluerider mated to bronzerider N'mor. He wasn't a huge fan of labels but never cared if he had been given any since he'd just go along with the joke--it was always easier that way than to risk being utterly ostracizedfor making a big deal out of it. But if the label hurt someone else, in this case N'mor, Z'rin knew he'd have to say something. So far it didn't seem like anyone overly cared about their relationship; at least from what he had seen. If N'mor had had any confrontations, he had yet to say anything about them, which led Z'rin to believe everything was fine since they had been opening up and sharing more about themselves since the big move in day.

Wait, he was getting distracted and had a greenrider studying him. Z'rin resisted the urge to wipe a hand over his face, wondering if something was on it. Maybe F'drel was just waiting to see what would happen next. Was he expecting to be jumped, hoping to be jumped, or hoping the intruder would leave already? Z'rin frowned at his own questions and hated that he was lumped in with the men that were more aggressive and took what they wanted, even when the dragon was no longer in control. So, naturally, his way of dealing with that was to try and avoid the subject all together which led to babbling. "Sorry if you have someone that normally wins or someone else in mind. Varralath doesn't chase that often and we usually win even less so I'm not even sure what proper protocol is right now."

Z'rin clamped his mouth shut as he sat up to look around the room. There wasn't much to see and that included the clothes trail. As he stared at the pair of pants he knew were his, Z'rin recalled N'mor laughing from his warm spot in bed, ordering him to put some clothes on before he went running down the halls nude. He was pretty sure there was some sort of comment about not just anyone got to see his mate naked, but by that point, Z'rin barely had enough focus to pull on pants. Shoes hadn't even been a priority before he was off and part of the chase.

"This was the first time he's even chased in Ista. No, wait. Second time. There was one last turn..." Z'rin frowned as he tried to figure out what was poking him at the back of his mind. Of course! How could he forget? He blamed the Flight for making him forget the other Flight. Varralath had entered a Flight when they had just popped in to Ista to visit N'mor. They had lost, thankfully, because he wasn't sure if they'd still be dancing around the sexual tension that had been building between them or not without that bit of Flight lust floating through his veins.

It was Halomirth then as well. Varralath had picked up on his rider's thoughts and helped piece the rest of it together by digging a bit deeper for the details. Z'rin suddenly laughed and turned a large smile on F'drel and somehow resisted giving the man a hug or kiss in thanks--given their current position, it would likely come across as something more.

"It was your Flight then as well! We lost, obviously, but you kind of played matchmaker in such a way that Mylorah would be proud," he hadn't known the girl too well, even before when he was casually seeing N'mor, but since moving to Ista, she made it her business to know about her friend's mate and include him in group activities. "I don't think I'd be with N'mor without that Flight. So, thanks?" He was suddenly very aware how awkward his nonstop chatter was becoming and glanced away, chiding himself even as he felt the blush warming his cheeks.

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F'drel
of Green Halomirth

Date of Birth
25.09.718, 26
Height
6'4"
Eyes
blueish hazel
Build
Fit
Hair
Dark brown

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16
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Written By: Zandelion
#5
It was a long few moments of staring before Z’rin seemed to notice F’drel was waiting for him to do… something. Anything. By some luck the bluerider decided rambling was his current course of action. F’drel could deal with rambling. Got in a lot of practice from spending time with R’dal. He shook his head at Z’rin’s apology. Three Flights, three different winners could hardly be considered having someone who ‘normally’ won. And considering his only real preference was having a ‘winner’ — F’drel fucking hated that term, wanted to bite his tongue until it bled every time he had to use it — who didn’t actively try to hurt him, Z’rin could possibly be considered a preferred winner. Though that remained to be seen. There was plenty of time for Z’rin to turn nasty.

He wasn’t really sure if it was good or not that Z’rin had little practice winning Flights. It’s not like F’drel had much practice either; Miri was still young, and three Flights couldn’t easily be considered a lot of experience. Maybe he wouldn’t feel as much entitlement as some of the older blueriders? F’drel could only hope.

The rambling trailed off, as Z’rin seemed to be trying to remember something. F’drel eyed the bluerider’s frown, hopefully just due to having trouble finding whatever memory he was looking for, and not him being upset about anything. He was so tense waiting, holding his breath unintentionally, that F’drel jumped a tiny bit when Z’rin started laughing, fear spiking at the sudden action. Once it was clear what the laughter was about, F’drel could breath again, sinking slightly into the mattress as the adrenaline left him. Well, he’d certainly had absolutely nothing to do with the timing of Halomirth’s Flight or Varralath’s decision to chase her — he could feel the bubble of happiness from Halomirth at the blue’s name, and it was very hard not to sigh in exasperation at his easily smitten dragon — but as long as the thanks stayed strictly platonic, F’drel had no problem with Z’rin feeling thankful towards him.

His relief was strong enough and Halomirth’s influence on him not worn off enough that F’drel didn’t think his next words though before he said them. “Don’t tell Mylorah that, it’ll make her think she can draw me into her matchmaking schemes,” F’drel sighed, remembering some of Mylorah’s stories of her attempts to get people together, and very much not wanting to have anything more to do with them than listening to her tell him the outcome. And then F’drel realized he’d given information about himself that wasn’t necessary for him to give — he could have just said ‘thanks’ or something equally boring — and started mentally berating himself about needing to get with it faster after a Flight.

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Z'rin
of Blue Varralath

Date of Birth
08.10.712, 32
Height
6'2
Eyes
Pale Blue
Build
Fit
Hair
Brown, shaggy

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Written By: SunsetWay
#6
"Deal. She's trouble in her own special way." Z'rin was still smiling, a laugh in his voice as they talked about the girl they both seemed to know. He was so glad he was already mated as he feared Mylorah would take full advantage of his being single and do her best to match him up with every man and woman she knew. He did, however, catch her a time or two early on definitely giving him a careful once over as if comparing him to someone else and she wondered if she had a crush on N'mor or if she had someone else she had wanted the bronzerider to be with.

“Sooo… what’s the proper way to proceed from this bed? Is it cool to ask you to breakfast? Or maybe ask to meet up for lunch after we clean up because you seem fun to talk with?” He was frowning again as he tried to figure out what to do next. It felt rude to just toss on his pants and leave. They just had sex—which he couldn’t remember thanks to his inability to regain any sort of control or vision during Flights—and now… He really didn’t know what to do. It didn’t look like they made a big mess so he couldn’t offer to clean up.

“Or maybe go back to sleep because our dragons woke us up way too early in the morning?” Z’rin was oddly a bit wired despite the sated dragon on the other end of the bond and the work out he just had. No doubt he’d be ready to crash again soon enough once the high brought on by F’drel’s accidental matchmaking wore off. He’d head out, have a bath, and try to tempt N’mor back into bed with him for some more sleep. “In our own beds, I mean! I don’t want to, I mean, your bed seems rather comfortable but I… well… yeah…” he really wasn’t a master of that talking thing at the moment and he was going to stick with blaming Varralath for it.

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F'drel
of Green Halomirth

Date of Birth
25.09.718, 26
Height
6'4"
Eyes
blueish hazel
Build
Fit
Hair
Dark brown

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16
Posts
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Written By: Zandelion
#7
F’drel snorted at Z’rin’s assessment of Mylorah. He didn’t disagree with it in the slightest; Mylorah was trouble, in a very well-meaning sort of way. It was a miracle she hadn’t set herself to matching him up with anyone. At least, not that he was aware of. Maybe her efforts just hadn't become overt yet. Time would tell, he supposed.

And then, of course, Z'rin kept speaking and F'drel had to keep himself from saying something stupid and revealing again, thought at least this time he was successful. He didn’t bitterly say something like ‘however the winner wants to proceed,’ though he thought it. Instead, he shrugged. Honestly, F’drel didn’t have a whole lot of experience with Flights either. He’d heard all the stories, gotten all the warnings, as if he wasn't going to assume those things already, but people only really talked about the two extremes — getting thrown around by someone who felt they owned you because their dragon caught yours, or a great experience with your mate and love of your life. No one really talked about anything in between. F’drel’s method was to always assume the worst, but he didn’t really know how to handle the ‘kinda awkward but not awful.’

Which this was, surprisingly. So far, anyway, F’drel refused to let himself get hopeful. It didn’t seem like he needed to immediately evacuate his own weyr, but he wasn’t exactly sure he wanted to get to know Z’rin better. What the fuck did he mean F’drel seemed fun to talk with, F’drel had said what, two sentences? Did he consider someone who just let him talk without interrupting his rambling fun to talk with? Fucking blueriders.

“Lunch would be fine,” he said eventually. There was always the option of pretending he was actually too tired to do anything but lie around his weyr when it came time for lunch. Z’rin couldn’t complain about it, it just meant he and/or Varralath (it was hard to tell with Flights) was just that good in bed or some bullshit. And if F’drel agreed to the idea the bluerider would be happier and more inclined to leave his weyr instead of spending time trying to convince F’drel to do whatever. It was fine, F’drel would be able to back out last minute. Indefinitely. He was still out of it enough to forget that as soon as Halomirth heard of the idea she would be completely in favor and make sure he went to get to know his new friend better! Because Varralath was great and clearly his rider was also great.

“Varralath can stay as long as Miri allows,” F’drel added, not bothering to mention that if it were up to her the blue would never leave. She’d just keeping gathering more and more blues to keep in her weyr because she just liked all of them so much. Fucking ridiculous creature.

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Z'rin
of Blue Varralath

Date of Birth
08.10.712, 32
Height
6'2
Eyes
Pale Blue
Build
Fit
Hair
Brown, shaggy

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Written By: SunsetWay
#8
"Great!" The reply was both for lunch and Varralath staying as long as he was allowed to. He could feel how happy his dragon was at spending time with the green and Z'rin didn't want to cut it short just because he was trying to leave at an appropriate time. He already felt like he was staying longer than he should given they didn't know each other and there wouldn't be any extra canoodling since he was mated and F'drel seemed more tired than aroused right then. Naps were definitely in the cards for all of them and even with Varralath's happiness, he could feel the dragon was still exhausted himself.

You did well, buddy. Enjoy your time with your friend and come home when you can. Z'rin was proud of his dragon for winning and relieved as well. It was one thing to live vicariously through the bond and his rider definitely wasn't lacking in sexual relief, but it was nice to experience it first hand sometimes as well. Tell her I'd like to meet her some time as well! He didn't want to invite himself over to do so then since it wasn't his weyr but he'd gladly visit with her if she came by or was out wandering around the Bowl when they were.

There was the briefest moment of hesitation as Z'rin started to get out of bed. He was so used to just throwing back the blanket and walking around nude in front of N'mor that he almost did the same thing in front of F'drel. Then reality overruled any sense of modesty. It wasn't like they hadn't just had sex and he wasn't about to steal the sheet and demurely walk over to his pants and dress in another room. So he slipped from bed, not really concerned if F'drel watched or not... until he remembered his scars on his back and winced. He had grown too used to N'mor having no issue with them that he had actually forgotten about them and waited for F'drel to question him or bring up the fires and his injury from them. He had been in their makeshift infirmary for quite some time so no doubt people knew about him and maybe even the scars. And if they didn't, anyone awake that saw him heading out for the Flight would have seen them as well as when he left.

With a bit less bounce in his step, Z'rin slipped his pants on and really wished for a shirt. He was close to asking F'drel if he could borrow one since they seemed close enough in size, then thought better of it. They didn't know each other well and even though N'mor lending him clothes to wear turned into a friendship so he had precedence, Z'rin figured F'drel wouldn't want to share with the bluerider that just got free sex out of him.

"I packed light this trip," Z'rin laughed as he explained his lack of anything else being put on. "But uh, I guess I'll see you later. Probably be a late lunch for me so don't wait around if you get there earlier. We'll catch up another time." With a smile that showed a lot more confidence than he felt, Z'rin headed for the door to make his journey home.

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F'drel
of Green Halomirth

Date of Birth
25.09.718, 26
Height
6'4"
Eyes
blueish hazel
Build
Fit
Hair
Dark brown

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Written By: Zandelion
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With a soft noncommittal ‘hmn’ F’drel curled up further into the bed. He tried to balance keeping an eye on Z’rin in order to make sure the bluerider just got his things and left, and not being creepy and staring at him get dressed. F’drel wasn’t interested in the slightest and the man was mated. To a bronzerider. No thanks. He did not want Z’rin to be able to misinterpret anything. He didn’t need that in his life.

Even with F’drel only watching Z’rin from the corner of his eye, he still noticed the burn scars, but he didn’t say a word about them. It was decidedly not his business. F’drel thankfully didn’t have many physical markers from his past, at least not noticeable ones, but he had plenty of things he never wanted people to pry into. He wasn’t going to be that nosy asshole who asked personal questions of essentially a complete stranger. Still, he couldn’t help noticing they seemed fairly new, and F’drel could hardly forget the fires of the summer before. If he had to guess — which he didn’t, no one would ever ask him about it — F’drel would guess they were from that extraordinarily stressful week. He and Miri had escaped without scars — Miri’s wing had knit together seamlessly with all the oiling he gave the healing membrane — but many people hadn’t. Z’rin seemed like he was one of them. But it didn’t matter. There was no reason F’drel needed to know about them, and beyond idle curiosity he didn’t care — learning would mean having weirdly intimate conversations, which, again, back to him not being interested and not wanting to deal with this shit, was not something F’drel wanted to deal with.

“Better than losing something important in a stranger’s weyr,” F’drel said, a beat late after Z’rin joked about packing light. If he weren’t in his own weyr, he’d want as little as possible to have to collect — it meant he could get the fuck out faster. He ‘hmn’ed again, filing away the information about a late lunch.

As soon as F’drel heard the door close, he reluctantly pushed himself up from the bed, wrapping a sheet around himself before heading to the front door to lock it behind the bluerider. He heard voices in the hallway, and didn’t want to leave anything to chance. The plan was go back to his bed and pass the fuck out for as long as he could get away with. A locked door would make that easier.

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