05.Jan.24, 11:16 PM
The wasn't terribly late by the time Nonalia had made it to the dining hall for supper. She was a little on edge for the last few days, the glint to Laniath's hide growing more and more obvious as the days wore on. Her temper surely didn't help keep her rider from being entirely on edge since the week began. Hopefully a calm dinner would help, and then she could get a little work done before curling up in bed and having a good, long sleep. If she was lucky, Laniath would rise sometime tomorrow, and this whole mess would be behind them for at least another turn.
The kitchen staff didn't disappoint. Everything was warm, and moist, and perfect, and she-
Lia. The gold's honeyed voice purred at the back of her mind, and the woman's utensil paused halfway to her mouth. She felt her heart starting to race, but was that because of her, or the dragon her life was tied to? Come. The command harkened back to her hatching, to the first words she'd heard Laniath speak to her. She was about to protest, when that realization dawned, and she raced out of the dining hall as quickly as she could.
Please, please, please wait for me. She called back as she ran through the halls, not minding if she knocked anyone on their ass as she went. If they were in her way, it was damn near deserved. It only took a few minutes to run from the lower caverns to her weyr, but it felt like hours. She could feel that itching they'd talked about at lessons in the back of her mind, that need to crawl out of her clothes, her skin, her body burning up with the shared desire. She made it back to her quarters, throwing open the door without her usual care. Go! And bloody those damn herdbeasts only, don't bother with anything else.
Laniath didn't wait much longer than the acknowledgment that her rider was safe back in her weyr. She took to the skies with an earth-shattering roar, the red-gold of her wings sparkling in the moonlight. She flew over to the pens, blooding one- two- beasts, coloring her muzzle in a near identical red to that of the markings already shading her paws. She begrudgingly heeded her rider's parting words, emptying those two before rising to the skies once again. Satisfied, she roared once more, dragging herself higher and higher through the air.
She didn't speak, didn't call, there was no need. Anyone near enough would know, anyone smart enough wouldn't need words to chase. If any bronze was worthy, he could come and leave those flowery words behind.
The kitchen staff didn't disappoint. Everything was warm, and moist, and perfect, and she-
Lia. The gold's honeyed voice purred at the back of her mind, and the woman's utensil paused halfway to her mouth. She felt her heart starting to race, but was that because of her, or the dragon her life was tied to? Come. The command harkened back to her hatching, to the first words she'd heard Laniath speak to her. She was about to protest, when that realization dawned, and she raced out of the dining hall as quickly as she could.
Please, please, please wait for me. She called back as she ran through the halls, not minding if she knocked anyone on their ass as she went. If they were in her way, it was damn near deserved. It only took a few minutes to run from the lower caverns to her weyr, but it felt like hours. She could feel that itching they'd talked about at lessons in the back of her mind, that need to crawl out of her clothes, her skin, her body burning up with the shared desire. She made it back to her quarters, throwing open the door without her usual care. Go! And bloody those damn herdbeasts only, don't bother with anything else.
Laniath didn't wait much longer than the acknowledgment that her rider was safe back in her weyr. She took to the skies with an earth-shattering roar, the red-gold of her wings sparkling in the moonlight. She flew over to the pens, blooding one- two- beasts, coloring her muzzle in a near identical red to that of the markings already shading her paws. She begrudgingly heeded her rider's parting words, emptying those two before rising to the skies once again. Satisfied, she roared once more, dragging herself higher and higher through the air.
She didn't speak, didn't call, there was no need. Anyone near enough would know, anyone smart enough wouldn't need words to chase. If any bronze was worthy, he could come and leave those flowery words behind.