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Mylorah stifled a yawn as she waved to the bronze pair departing from her ledge. It was late, or early depending on perspective, and she had invited them to stay until dawn, but T'drin had wanted to head out. No doubt he wanted his own bed and bath or maybe he had a lover she wasn't aware of waiting for him. Or maybe he was being a gentleman and didn't want to keep Tazikel from his own bed any longer than he already had.

Another yawn before Mylorah pulled the robe tighter around her body. She had only donned it for the slight chill that night had more than for avoiding nudity on the ledge. Once the bronze popped out of sight, Mylorah headed back in to congratulate Amagrith in person while they caught up on the day with cuddling and checking over for any wounds. Amagrith looked no worse for wear, but Mylorah could already see a few bruises surfacing and feel a few aches settling in. A bath would help with that and clean her up before Tazikel returned home.

As she headed back inside, Mylorah laughed at the state of the weyr. A few things had been knocked around from the Flight hopefuls and some of them had left some clothing behind. At least they had all cleared out already so she wouldn't have to worry about Tazikel returning to extra men lingering about. He would have to deal with a mess, however, as she simply wasn't in a mood to clean anything other than herself.

She cut through the bedroom, dropping the robe as she went, and quickly slid into the hot water with a sigh. The linens probably should have been changed first and while she could hear F'drel yelling at her about it in her head, Mylorah ignored it. Again, a problem for later. She had just had her first Flight! The winner was someone she liked and Amagrith didn't receive any injuries. Nothing else was important and she had earned a moment to relax and reflect.

Although that reflecting turned to the other men in her life. She recalled L'ri joining the Flight and wondered where he ended up. He likely stubbornly walked to his wife and introduced her to Flight lust fun. And then there was Tazikel. Had he managed to leave when the Flight started and hide out with Kor'is? She vaguely remembered him lingering for a time in shock or curiosity, but when did he leave and when would he be back? It was selfish of her, but Mylorah hoped it would be soon so they could snuggle up together and swap stories. It was tempting to have Amagrith ask Seravath where he was and to send him home, but she didn't want to risk waking him or ruining his good time. It seemed her fate that night would be a bath and going to bed alone-- something she wasn't really used to anymore.

Z’kel stared at the wall of his own guest room, thinking about how all his etiquette lessons growing up the son of a Lord Holder had never come close to covering what you were supposed to do or say on the occasion that your partner has dragon-induced sex with another man in your home and you end up in the guest room with one of her other partners, who failed to have dragon induced sex with her and has dragon induced sex with you instead, and now you want to politely leave this other partner and sleep in your own-own bed but don’t want to encounter the first man still there with your partner and are also not entirely sure how to explain the thing with the other partner to your partner.

Really, shame on his etiquette tutor for never intuiting this situation would come up and providing an overly complex set of scripts for it.

Amagrith says Gelabrith and his rider have left, Seravath told him, from wherever she’d ended up going during the Flight. She sent him an image of some of the big rocks near the top of the Bowl many dragons liked to sun themselves on, which at least answered that question.

He sighed, and slowly got up off the bed, careful not to disturb L’ri. The man was either asleep or politely feigning sleep; Z’kel couldn’t tell which, but he appreciated it either way. They’d had one of their typical polite but slightly stilted conversations earlier, and Z’kel really wasn’t in the mood for another just yet. Having sex with the man didn’t seem to have made talking to him any easier, which was inconvenient. Tazi would really like to stop fumbling his way through it every time they interacted, and he’d rather unconsciously hoped letting the man fuck him would fix the problem, but unfortunately the post-coital chat had been just as awkward as it ever was with them.

At least he had a third wardrobe in the guest room, so Z’kel could grab a robe before leaving. L’ri kindly continued to sleep through the quiet noises of Z’kel looking through the wardrobe, and didn’t make any movements as he slipped out.

The best option, Z’kel decided, was bathroom first, freshen up, then find Mylorah and see how she was doing in the aftermath of her first Flight. He’d had two already, which hardly made him an expert, especially considering Mylorah had grown up in the Weyrs and he hadn’t, in addition to the differences between green and gold Flights but still, he could empathize at least a little. Not that he really thought Mylorah needed post-Flight support the way he had, but he wanted to be there for her anyway.

He was there for her a little earlier than he planned, even, because when he entered the bathroom Mylorah was already there soaking in the tub.

Her mind was still a little sluggish and a small smile kept tugging at her lips in the afterglow of the Flight, but Mylorah's attention was quickly snagged by Tazikel entering the room and he received her full smile. "Tazicurls! I didn't want to play dragon whispers to see where you were and when you were coming back and accidentally disturb you but I'm so glad you're here." She made grabby hands at him until Tazikel relented and came toward the tub. Once the robe was removed, Mylorah helped guide the greenrider into the water where she finally settled between his legs and leaning back against his chest.

A little hum of pleasure escaped as Mylorah realised this was exactly what she was missing and needed. Sure, T'drin was her favourite bronzerider she wasn't related to and they had snuggled a little before he left, but he wasn't one of her top favourite and heart-special people. Maybe if he was better at sharing and being more open with his feelings and interests he could have been, but that was a bronzerider for you. Now, it didn't matter anyway. T'drin was gone and Tazikel was back to enjoy a peaceful soak with.

"Do you think I should pull rank and request food be brought up for us?" She wasn't sure about her mate, but she was a little peckish and didn't think she'd have the energy for trips to the dining cavern until at least one good nap. Acting like a goldrider--and co-Junior Weyrwoman--wasn't something Mylorah liked doing as she really didn't think she was anything special just because of Amagrith's hide, but she was slowly beginning to see the benefits in certain situations. She just never wanted to be the type to abuse that power like some leaders did back in Katila.

"And how did the Flight go for you? Did you get out okay? Did you see Kor'is or make a new friend?" Mylorah twisted to look at Tazikel and waggled her eyebrows at him, still smiling but genuinely curious. She wanted to make sure he was okay and deemed his safety as one of those certain situations to pull rank if needed.