A break in the routine!

[jalynn6]

Janisi was sitting alone in the dinning cavern, her brows creased, barely tasting her dinner. The sun was high up in the cloudless sky, as she had seen earlier. It was just another busy, worrisome day for the green rider.
Ever since the earthquake and the move, Storith hasn't been quite right. Janisi first noticed that the dragon was sleeping more and more, then she realized she had been off-color. Now she could hardly hold a conversation with the dragon between naps and irritability. She'd been to the dragon healer once or twice, but she had nothing definative to say. Mostly everyone thought she was just having a hard time adjusting and that Janisi should just give her some time.
Only Janisi knew that it the time for Storith to rise had come and gone, and the rider was exceedingly worried that her dragon was seriously sick.
Janisi glanced around the hall as she loosined her vest and slipped it off. It was the hottest part of the day, and Storith should be out on a ledge enjoying it. Istead the green beast was curled up on her ledge. Or so Janisi thought.
After she had finished her meal, the greenrider stood to remove her tray and headed toward her weyr. She thought maybe she could get Storith outside to sleep, at least.
But before she even made it to the steps, she was instantly aware of a fearce hunger and intense heat. Usually this classic sign that a dragon was about to rise brought some intrepidation to the rider, or Janisi at least. She wasnt always fond of the bold and manly brown riders whose dragons usually caught Storith. However, this time the familiar feeling brought with it a wave of relief and intense eagerness as Janisi realised Storith wasnt the only one overdue for some attention.

Storith instantly connecting to her beloved's mind as she careened out of her weyr headed for the sky, challenging all males in her wake and taunting them, begging to be chased!

Janisi ran outside just in time to catch a glimpse of Storith, full brilliant color, soaring toward the sun!

[Ruby]

To say that life hadn't exactly been going M'kai's way lately was quite a bit of an understatement. Accidental father to a child he couldn't acknowledge even if he wanted to, whose mother was both a weyrling and one of his former students... yeah. Not to mention that everyone knew it was his, so denying it just made him look like a dick even if he had to to keep his job, and on top of everything he'd managed to piss off A'emi somehow, so he didn't even have the greenrider's company. Sure, when he did have A'emi's company he generally spent most of his time wishing the greenrider would go away, but his absence was noted and not appreciated. At least Cr'oph was available whenever he wasn't hanging around his bluerider girlfriend.

Regardless, the Candidatemaster had not been in the best of spirits, and that had leaked over to Futh. The blue had been listless and off-color, alternately worrying about His, worrying about Aikelyth and Hers, and demanding baths. The chubby dragon's aversion to dirt always got worse when he was stressed out. In fact, that's what was going on now, despite it being dinner time. Futh had found some imaginary dirt on the beloved purple spots that scattered across his hindquarters and summoned his rider to the Weyrbowl's lake posthaste. M'kai had stripped down to his swim trunks and set about washing every inch of blue hide, doing his best to keep his long hair out of the water (it always took forever to dry). It was working... until Futh exploded out of the water without warning, swamping M'kai in his eagerness.

What the hell, Futh? Where are you going?

Storith rises! I should chase, she is such a pretty color of green, and she likes shiny things too. Maybe I should bring her something?

M'kai, who had made it up on to the shore by now, shook his head and pulled his sopping wet hair into a messy club at the back of his neck. I think it's a bit late for that, Futh. Warn me next time, okay? Who's her rider anyway?

Oh, you will like her, she's a she.

That made M'kai snort, and as Futh started a steady climb after Storith, the Rider headed for the flight rooms at a slight jog, becoming less apprehensive by the minute. As long as the green's rider was female, he was fine. Maybe a flight would help both of the males cheer up a bit... well, probably not unless Storith and her rider had the magical ability to take back accidental babies, but at least both M'kai and Futh could focus on something else for a little while, at least. That would be nice.

[Avu]

What a lovely dawn arises.

Surprisingly simple, for Rhiiseth. The blue’s throaty purr was quiet as he uncoiled from his catnap on the weyrledge, his head tipping back to watch Storith through half-lidded eyes. Blue, not violet, his gaze followed the green’s path through the sky, the rise of a pudgy little blue to Chase her. The desire to Chase was only very minimal really—Rhiiseth didn’t really remember Lucith, but the lack of a constant antagonist had the appeal of Flights dwindling exponentially. His brother’s death had, essentially, marked a very long stretch wherein Rhiiseth had not Chased at all, except for Feyrianth. The dawn dancer was different. But…

“Good,” Ka’aen replied, raising an eyebrow at the blue curiously. “Are you gonna go or what?” He ducked to peer at the sky from inside of the weyr, squinting. “What’ve you got to lose, anyway? Your nonexistent dignity? ‘Bout time you got laid, Rhii. Go on.”

Rhiiseth crooned idly, fanning out his wings thoughtfully. Suppose not to keep our sun and stars lingering in wait for the night. Your presence will be expected, KaMine, he eventually commented, and slipped off of the weyrledge with an easy grace, gliding out of the Weyr and up to meet the Chase. A touch to Storith’s mind, a signature smoky purr, Follow your fairy dust and diamond skies, electric stormweaver. Your silver illusions spin to such lovely gold. Rhiiseth curled around her in a long drawn-out loop, distancing himself in case she was one of those snappy ones that would lash out if pushed—peeled away from her to eye Futh with mild interest. Such a strange round one.

His curiosity, now that it had bloomed for the Flight, would not go untested. Rhiiseth threw an idle purr towards the other blue—light reassurance in case he was panicky—and looped closer to him, spinning himself to half-brush his claws down Futh’s back in a light tease. So very steady a flight path he had chosen; didn’t he know how to dance? Intrigue playing softly green in the blue’s gaze, Rhiiseth coiled his tail to brush along Futh’s neck as he twirled past the…if not longer, certainly rounder…blue. The dancer of electric sunsets and fairy dreams weaves such a lovely wonder, does she not? hummed softly to Futh, head tipping towards Storith in light amusement.

Go on, lovely, fly for them.

Ka’aen, meanwhile, stood from his lazy sprawl on the bed, blinking in quiet bemusement for a moment. He’d almost forgotten what Flightlust felt like—had been ages since Rhiiseth had Chased. He hadn’t wanted to, and Ka’aen was hardly going to punt his dragon off of the weyrledge to make him chase some tail. Just…now that he was at least a little interested, he might as well. Rubbing his eyes, Ka’aen sighed and then sloped out of his weyr casually. Even now, it was just Rhiiseth, quietly interested and distant as always. And the female was only really ever in the Flightrooms, unless they weren’t, and if they weren’t, then it ceased to be his responsibility to find them, right?

[Requiem]

Eating is necessary. F'ur merely glanced up from his position sprawled on Sel'n and Kaaoloth's weyrledge. He was kind of sort of a prisoner. Or a ward. Or some such. Though, in reality, Sel'n's only words to him on the matter had been Don't get me in trouble. The bluerider was rather indifferent as to who his jailor happened to be, though it certainly was convenient that the Weyrlingmaster didn't give a shit what he did. Of course, F'ur didn't give a shit what he did, either, which was why he'd hardly left the weyr since arriving at Selenitas. Drills. That and the Run A'emi had called him to comprised the entirety of his time outside his former lover's weyr. And what did he do all that time? Things like half-heartedly play marbles like he was doing now. The game mostly consisted of his flicking marbles randomly with no strategy and no circle to even keep score. "No shit."

Inocenth narrowed his eyes slightly at His. The blue wasn't likely to make the suggestion again, even though he could feel the slight vertigo that came when His began suffering from low blood sugar. No doubt the man would learn if he managed to get to the point of passing out and ended up in the infirmary. Though whether or not people ragging him would help any was anyone's guess. Inocenth returned his attention to the weyrbowl and the scrambling of insignifcants below. It was still early enough for the bowl to be fairly bustling with activity.


Green. Inocenth watched with vague interest. Vague in that he hadn't Chased for turns, but young greens were not usually creatures he actually wanted. That and His wasn't in a compatible mood. The need to Chase was actually pretty strong in him today, though, despite the fact that he was ordinarily more or less asexual. He hesitated. If he hesitated long enough, it would be too late anyway. Aonith was the one he really wanted, that older, fiery green...even if she could be rather silly sometimes. It had been a really long time, though.

Futh didn't interest him at all. Ah, Rhiiseth. He didn't know precisely who Rhiiseth was apart from the fact that Rhiiseth was interesting. A blue to play with. That clinched it. Inocenth needed playtime. Even if playtime for him and His amounted to aggressive harrassment and wargames. Slipping off his ledge, Inocenth slashed upwards, slowing as he emerged to watch Rhiiseth play around Futh with satisfaction. Playmates.

The small blue - smaller than most greens even - poured on speed to send him zipping between the two blues close enough to definitely disturb flight paths, especially if they weren't expecting him to come from below like that. He stalled above and turned on a wingtip to lash out at the passing Storith in something distinctly more violent than Rhiiseth's taunting of Futh. Frankly, if the blue hadn't judged correctly, rather than the claws barely brushing her underbelly, she would have been completely gutted. Let the games begin.

F'ur could do little but groan as Inocenth's violent need pressed in on him. It also seemed to stir up his dizziness. Should have eaten indeed. Climbing to his feet, he rubbed at his temple and made his way a bit shakily for the door until he got his legs firmly under him. Squinting at it, he shoved the thing open in an outward expression of sheer frustration. He didn't want a Flight right now. Fucking dragon. (Though he wasn't even upset at Inocenth enough to verbally growl at him, not after such a long forced dry spell in the jungles. The blue kind of deserved it, even if his timing stunk up to high heaven.)

Letting his feet just take him in whatever direction the rider might be in, his headache only grew worse. F'ur dug around in his pocket and withdrew a grape. Snacks. Yay.

[jalynn6]

Storith was in ill spirits. She wasn't in the mood for games of fun. This flight was about business. This negative emotion was all her rider would get from her until she was caught! But the green was not going to make it easy! She body was stressed and cramped and she was really stretching her wings! The flips and acrobats Storith was performing perfectly were slowly starting to ease the tension she'd been unable to shake since the earthquake.
Storith had only known one home. And to see it suddenly in shambles was just more than the usually cheerful dragon could handle. She had slipped into a state of depression, which her rider was aware of but seemed to content to let Storith work it out in her own time.

Janisi connection with her dragon was so limited it was almost painful. She clearly hadn't been paying her beloved enough attention. The little she got from her now confirmed her suspicion that the earthquake and the move and deeply effected the green. Of course, Janisi could understand that, and wanted Storith to recover on her own but she was regretting that decision deeply as she crawled back into the Weyrbowl. Her heart was pounding with flightlust and aching with worry at the same time. The combination made her chest feel as though it could explode at any moment! Once inside again, Janisis headed towards the flight rooms.

Storith was instantly aware of two blue dragons behind her. One bold blue had even loped around her in a lazy loop, making sure she got a good look at him.
Ha! She thought. His vanity would be his failure!
Having gained adequate height, Storith fell into a deep dive, weaving directly under the other blue and back out again. She was teasing him, taunting him into catching her.

She reached for Futh's mind and Rhiiseth's.
You will Not catch me! I am the Queen of the skies!

Suddenly her graceful green wings opened and immediately checked her speed and she soared back up effortlessly. Not as high as she was, and that thermal she caught was pure luck, but still the exhilartion of it was really working to cheer up the grumpy green and her rider breathed a sigh of relief when Storith opened her mind to her.

Good Job, my love! Splendid move! They dont have a chance!
Janisi was smiling now and running toward the flight rooms, the flight looking up and her dragon's spirits improving were getting her down right excited!

Suddenly, Storith stared and angled hard right, tucked her wings in and dove slightly before regaining her coontrol and her flight path. After a second she realized what had happened and twisted her neck to growl at Inocenth. He had nearly killed her!
And it was on, again! Storith wasnt stressed or ill, but angry. And she showed it in her flying. Now she teased Rhiiseth and Futh but pointedly ignored Inocenth, veering away from him at every chance!

Janisi sighed with both relief that her dragon hadn't been gutted and disapointment that her mood had turned nasty again. Well, she would know who that dragon's rider was, and he would not find her as agreeable as usuall. She slipped inside the rooms just in time to remove her boots, which took her longer than usual, and sit to wait on the other riders.

[Ruby]

Well, this was going just fine so far. Futh had no memory of past flights, really, just vague ideas of feelings, but M'kai remembered enough to supply at least a small amount of the drama. He was the first in the sky, Storith seemed like a well-endowed green, and the more M'kai thought the more he was pretty sure Storith's rider was hot. Of course, that could just be flightlust coloring his memories, but... whatever. Rhiiseth's arrival was greeted with the sort of good-natured mental pulse Futh usually employed, although the other Blue's words got a polite, if somewhat puzzled, Yes? I am not sure I understand you, Rhiiseth. What is electric?[/i] As soon as Futh asked the question, though, he sent a pulse of apology along as he made an attempt to roll within Rhiiseth's circle. I am sorry. This is not the time-[/i]

Urgh. Yes, there was the drama. Futh canted his wings back, pulling away from Innoceth's sudden arrival with all the grace of an over-stuffed herdbeast. Honestly, though, the show of awkwardness was less common than it had been back when Futh first learned to fly, and he recovered well if not exactly quickly. Maneuvering into a wide spiral around a thermal that ate altitude, he tracked Storith as she dove under him, twisting in a full circle to keep her in sight. He wouldn't force catch - never, never! - so he kept a respectful distance even when Storith passed him on her way back up. Sure, a carefully placed swoop might have brought her within range, but Futh neither wanted to force her hand nor did he think he could actually pull something like that off. Not worth it.

Instead, he caressed her mental touch when she reached out to him, calling back to her, Queen indeed, and it has been quite some time since I saw one so fair.[/i] Sure, Futh had been flirting with a different Green just this morning, but the backwards logic of having more than one most beautiful green had never bothered the Blue. Sliding sideways on a convenient cross-wind, the sky-blue dragon swung wide of the other blues, doing his best to stay away from Innoceth and Rhiiseth while keeping reasonably close to the flight as a whole. Violence really wasn't his thing... but if Innoceth struck out at Storith again, he would have to intervene. Better not to agitate the violent one in the mean time, however.

M'kai, meanwhile, found the female with little difficulty. The flightrooms were quite a ways from the weyr bowl's lake (inconveniently), but by the time he made it Janisi was just taking off her boots. Apparently he wasn't as late as he had thought. Slipping through the door, he spread his arms, glancing down at his wet trunks before reaching up to squeeze excess moisture out of his hair. "Er. Sorry I'm wet." Yes, the lust was there, and M'kai couldn't keep his eyes off the Green, but with Futh staying so wide in the air above M'kai felt he should hold himself apart, too, which meant the flightlust wasn't as all-consuming as usual. At least for now.

[Avu]

So fiercely angry—how perfectly adorable.

Rhiiseth curled briefly in midair upon himself, eyes flashing green at the female. Her words earned only a darkly amused purr; so wonderfully unbroken, wasn’t she? Rhiiseth’s eyes flickered softly blue at Inocenth’s sharp approach, automatically dipping his flight path to counter the smaller dragon’s, but he made no attempt to rescue Storith. She should, after all, be aware of the risks, shouldn’t she? And anyway, Inocenth didn’t even look like he’d been angling to really Catch her. Instead, Rhiiseth crooned at Futh, curling defiantly closer to him—if the other blue was trying to stay away, that was just too bad for him; Rhiiseth was determined to reel him in—spinning on a wingtip to loop the other blue again like his own personal flight obstacle.

Weaver of stories need not be understood, murmured in a chiding, condescending tone. Remember the legends; they’re written in the strokes of stars and the windsong. Our lovely will be remembered, won’t she. A sharp flip, and Rhiiseth let himself slip sideways, pulled by the downdraft of Futh’s wingstroke, grazing dangerously close to the other blue in a bare brush of wings; his claws flicked out abruptly, though the motion was still playful rather than truly dangerous, to tickle at Futh’s tail in passing.

Supposed he ought to pay more attention to Inocenth, though (or Storith—probably definitely Storith, but hey. It had been a long time; he was entitled to have some fun other than mindlessly pursuing the green, wasn’t he?); Rhiiseth looped away from his dogged pursuit of Futh to drop towards Inocenth. A sharp warning from KaHis—noted with the barest flash of orange in his gaze and dismissed again. Rhiiseth flared out his wings, rolling lazily away from Inocenth as Storith did so, his eyes gleaming green in amusement; lips pulled into a half-snarl, half-smile at the smaller blue. He’d scared their lovely. The dark blue twitched his tail, an invitation to…dance, to fight.

Either, both. Neither.

We needn’t our electric storm’s permission to create our own lightning, hummed privately to Inocenth with another playful flash of teeth. Rhiiseth inclined his head towards Storith—eyes bright. No harm meant, really, even if Rhiiseth had not decided whether it was challenge or dare or offer yet—he just needed something to make things more interesting, in Lucith’s absence. Shock stars from the sky, rewrite our constellations, yes?

The Flightrooms weren’t terribly far away from his weyr—not that Ka’aen was really in much of a rush either. Rhiiseth never overwhelmed him; he suspected it was a conscious choice on the blue’s part rather than any reflection on their bond. But he was grateful, anyway. He made it drifting in M’kai’s wake, and caught the door as the bluerider let it fall shut again, wedging his foot in and pushing it back open to shuffle in. A blink at M’kai’s comment, a glance flicked at Janisi. Pretty. Hmm. Ka’aen blinked, and then flashed her a grin—a hint of mockery in the lopsided quirk of lips and teeth; Rhiiseth’s. “Hi,” he offered, more to say something at all than to make any sort of favorable impression. Rhiiseth was where it mattered. Here…didn’t. “Nice day for a Flight. I assume.”

Since…he couldn’t actually see anything at all of the sky. But whatever. Rhiiseth wasn’t complaining.

[Requiem]

Inocenth didn't fly too close to the other blues. Partly because it amused him that Storith chose to pay them more attention after her little ineffective hissy of a growl, and partly due to the fact that two blues occupying so close an airspace didn't give him that much room to maneuver without coordinating his flight pattern with one or the other. Futh he immedately wrote off as too inexperienced for such a dance and quite possibly too honorable given the distance the male was maintaining from his green. Rhiiseth...had potential. But Inocenth was as of yet not fully convinced.

He rose on a thermal almost languidly, watching the green playing beneath him calculatingly as Rhiiseth continued to taunt Futh. Already it seemed she'd forgotten to keep an eye on him, too caught up in her little petty diss. It was about time...But rather than take the opening for an attempted catch, he instead made a probing movement, dropping altitude with a careful measurement of wing and air lift to come in fast enough to startle but not fall into an actual dive which would require more energy to stop and regain positioning. And, sure enough, she flitted away like a startled pigeon, Rhiiseth falling with him for a moment before mirroring Storith's movement in the opposite direction. Mockingly.

Shock it is, he returned coolly, with just a hint of devilish pleasure behind it. Lightly his mind touched Rhiiseth's. Not directing. He had respect enough for what he'd seen to feel the need to give no direction. Just the lightest touch of where he was and where he was going, the blue suddenly putting energy behind an airborne dash that wove around Futh, tail lashing in a feint milimeteres from the male's snout to turn him one way or another as Inocenth surged forward and flipped up, talons again raking for Storith's underbelly as they curled into his feet at the last second and brushed hide harmlessly, a mocking croon in his throat. His tail carressed along one of her hind legs before gravity drew him downward head first from his arc and he plunged, wheeling tightly and catching a thermal with one wingtip to pinwheel up it. Here the male trusted Rhiiseth to take over. Never good to steal a storm's thunder, but a little spark is ours to create, he commented playfully to his brother in...arms, expanding on the male's metaphor.

For F'ur's part...he found everything equally unimpressive. The room was dusty and half-abandoned, the girl was very...girlish...the men just standing around looking like they were growing roots. He tossed another grape in his mouth, one hand still massaging his temple as the wiry man slipped in. Then, on a whim, he fished out another grape and tossed it at the girl, right between the eyes to see if maybe that would unglue some feet. At the very least it would bounce off that face of hers and amuse him for half a millisecond. A third grape found its way into his mouth as the other still arced through the air.

[jalynn6]

The green dragon was alternating back and forth between defensive flighing and taunting acrobatics, now teasing all three chasers equally. After all, the flight was starting to wear on her and she was ever ready to be caught!
She caught a pocket of warm air and soared above them, turning a neat double flip as she did. Storith came out of the flip straight into a dive. She swivled her swift powerful body and cut a path straight through Inocenth and Rhiiseth, then spread her wings just enough to level with them and veer straight for Futh.
Suddenly a pocket of cold air had her flight plan turned upside down and it took quite a manuver to right herself again. By this time, all three chasers had soared by her before noticing her stall.
Storith worked her powerful wings hard, pushing for altitude, pumping hard to get ahead and above them once again. She acieved her goal, but only slightly. The last veiw weeks of depression and lack of excercise were really showing. It was time for this to be over.

The flight lust started to affect Janisi and she stood on impulse, just as a small projectile popped her on the nose. She just rubbed the spot were it hit and chalked it up to the boredom they must have all felt at the beginning of this flight. Janisi wondered if Storith wasnt the only dragon so effected by the move? She'd never been spared as much from the chaser's of her green's riders.
Well, that boredom, that complacency was far from them now. Janisi wasnt exactly sure what was going on up there, but the fatique of her dragon was almost as powerful as the heat and desire. Storith was ready to end this, and Janisi looked into the eyes of each of the three men, trying in vain to see which one it would be? But thinking was difficult in the intense heat, and Janisi started pulling off vest and over tunic in an attempt to cool down. Now standing there in a no-sleeve, grey tunic and trousers only, she felt Storith decide which of them she wanted and act on that decision. Janisi simply locked eyes with the rider and smiled.


From only about twenty feet above her would be captors, Storith considered. As usuall, the riders possible preference was unknown and/or ignored. This was about the dragons, and their riders were lucky to be apart of it!
Wishing she had more time to consider, but feeling her resolve and her energy breaking, Storith pumped her wings and arranged herself directly between Inocenth and Rhiiseth. There she hovered just long enough for the males to notice her position, before she dropped between them.
Once through, she swerved ever so slightly in one direction to give the dragon on that side an advantage. After that, it was up to them. She checked her speed only slightly and allowed the blue to catch her, pull her in. She felt him spread strong, steady wings and all but halt the two of them in mid-air. Storith closed her eyes, relieved that he had taken the advantage.

Rhiiseth; you poet, you catcher of stars; you caught me well. Now take me home.

Janisi's eyes never left Ka'aen's as their dragons joined and the urgency of the lust over took her. She wasn't even aware if or when the other two left the room. The only thing she knew was her dragon and their partners.

[Avu]

Yes.

Rhiiseth’s eyes flashed blue as he arced away from Inocenth to give the other male room to maneuver, allowing himself a lazy midair loop; head tilted to one side in amusement. Let the other blue have his fun; he slipped along in the wake of the Flight with a flash of teeth aimed at Futh once Inocenth was done with him. Seemed too nice to do anything really rash but anyway, Don’t suppose he of clear skies dare dance with stormbringers…paint windless days in our wake, won’t you, look—what lovely destruction we wreak. Not that it seemed like Futh would even really have much time to be knight in silver armor—same way he wouldn’t have time to play like he wanted. Storith was tiring. Obviously.

The dark blue dragon coiled tighter towards her, angling right past Storith to intercept Futh with a half-playful loop right under the younger blue’s nose, his tail flicking teasingly at Futh’s neck; Rhiiseth’s eyes went green as he abruptly spun around, a flash of claws to turn Futh away. Or scratch him, if he didn’t turn. He wasn’t trying to Chase Storith, was he, he hadn’t done anything at all impressive. Any port in a storm, purred at Inocenth as Rhiiseth half-closed his wings to fall away from Futh, Sparks to start a fire, wind to fan the flames; shall we?

Wings fanned out on level with Inocenth as Storith flew, ever so helpfully, right between them, eyes registering faint amusement—wasn’t she scared they’d just grab her…as she swerved towards him, Rhiiseth curled towards her, not to Catch her necessarily so much as simply to continue their game. He didn’t force Catch, after all, and despite the fatigue in her motion, she hadn’t explicitly indicated that he could take her. Instead he curled around her, daringly close, teasing his claws down the slant of her wings at the joints, look how easy it’d be to just slice here or here and then how quickly she’d fall…

His teeth snapped playfully against Storith’s jugular, his tail brushing her flank teasingly, and he’d just started to pull away again (and Rhiiseth was absolutely not above using her as a springboard if it came down to that) when she spoke to him, and yes. That was permission he could work with.

An electric storm indeed, purred as he flicked an amused glance at Inocenth—the words were half-intended for the other blue, after all, as well as the green he clasped against him, They say the brightest stars burn the fastest; flashes of fire will always leave ghosts in their wake. A short flight, and a pity it was, really—only just begun to play. But Rhiiseth wasn’t complaining either; if it was a long time since he’d Chased it was even longer since he’d Caught. Pity about that other blue, the youngest one. Seemed a little out of his league.

Was he…

Grapes? Grapes.

Ka’aen blinked at F’ur, half-amused and half-concerned, entirely loathe to really do much of anything. Instead, he merely shifted his gaze back to Janisi—who seemed completely content to ignore the grape, which, okay, sure. Instead she…that smile, combined with the feed he was getting from Rhiiseth, had Ka’aen stirring and then stepping towards her, brushing past M’kai with a quirked eyebrow that was entirely Rhiiseth’s light mockery. One hand curled around her hip, possessively, the other tilting her head up so he could kiss her, pressure at her hip a guide back towards the bed.