08.Sep.22, 05:07 PM
“D’nei,” F’drel said again as D’nei curled around him. “What’s wrong?” Because something clearly was wrong, between the drunkenness and the wandering hand. The drunkenness was becoming more common, though D’nei hadn’t ever come over to the weyr quite this inebriated before. And the cuddling was normal, but they had always been strictly platonic cuddles, and the hand-on-thigh move felt—different. Very unlike D’nei, who had on multiple occasions expressed a discomfort with any sexual activity. F’drel somehow doubted his feelings on the matter had changed that significantly, especially given how F’drel could feel D’nei relax against him as soon as he realized who he was touching.
That didn’t speak of someone who was suddenly comfortable with such things.
But, it may help explain what was going on. It was quite possible it was some lingering feeling from his dragon, if Casnovath had Chased recently, win or lose. Could also explain the drinking, if D’nei was trying to drown out a lusty and disappointed dragon from a loss, or any resulting…interactions with another person in the grip of Flightlust.
“Did Casnovath Chase someone?” F’drel asked after a few minutes of silence in which he gently ran his fingers through D’nei’s hair. Taking the immediacy with which D’nei had gone to cuddle mode, F’drel assumed touch would be fine, and he was proven right when D’nei melted a little more securely into the mattress with the hair petting. Of course, he stiffened up again when F’drel spoke. It was almost as good as an answer on its own.
That didn’t speak of someone who was suddenly comfortable with such things.
But, it may help explain what was going on. It was quite possible it was some lingering feeling from his dragon, if Casnovath had Chased recently, win or lose. Could also explain the drinking, if D’nei was trying to drown out a lusty and disappointed dragon from a loss, or any resulting…interactions with another person in the grip of Flightlust.
“Did Casnovath Chase someone?” F’drel asked after a few minutes of silence in which he gently ran his fingers through D’nei’s hair. Taking the immediacy with which D’nei had gone to cuddle mode, F’drel assumed touch would be fine, and he was proven right when D’nei melted a little more securely into the mattress with the hair petting. Of course, he stiffened up again when F’drel spoke. It was almost as good as an answer on its own.