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Post by ryanne on Jul 2, 2008 10:46:55 GMT -5
Liassa was too focused on Tiaeth to notice as the bronze waddled out of the water. When she was finished with her dragon, though, she turned back, looking for the dragon. Oh, there he was. She knew that dragons flew better when their wings were dry, so it would only make sense for him to dry out his wings. It did make quite an interesting picture. In her mind, he looked as though he was incorrectly posed for flight and waiting for something before he could take off. In all actuality, he was just holding out his wings to dry. That was entirely too unamusing for her though.
She sat there, looking at the bronze for a moment before, laying back. The silence was awkward, waiting for T'rid to rejoin them. She wasn't comfortable speaking with Corinth. He wasn't her dragon after all. Very rarely did other dragons choose to speak with someone who wasn't Theirs and she didn't want to speak with the bronze and not get a reply back. That would just make her feel silly. So instead, she just enjoyed the sun for a few moments, making sure to keep her eyes open. Otherwise, she knew that the bronzerider would jest, saying she was as lazy as her dragon. That wouldn't go over well.
When he returned, Liassa stood up. Looking him over as he walked back towards them, she had to admit he was an attractive male. The confidence in the way he moved and spoke definitely added to it all. But even without it, he was a good looking male. She had a feeling, though, that he knew that to and liked to use it. That's just how a lot of attractive men and women were. She'd learned to accept that turns ago.
"I'm ready," she answered, careful to put a slightly fearful look on her face, thinking about how it would go over if she told her mother what had happened with Swithin. Goodness, that incident was aiding her acting greatly! "No straps?" she asked, increasing her expression slightly before placing a shaky smile on her face, "More fun without them, right?" Oh this was just great!
O Lady of the Sleepy Green. He liked to push it didn't he? "Front." That way she could enjoy herself without having to cling onto him
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Post by Avu on Jul 2, 2008 10:56:52 GMT -5
T’rid glanced at her briefly. She did look scared. Good, more fun for him. “No straps,” he agreed. “Unless you want to run up to the Weyr, break into my room, figure out where I’ve left them, and get them.” He shrugged. Actually, his room was pretty neat and he knew exactly where the riding straps were, but did that really matter? My wings are dry. I can fly now. Corinth turned to nudge T’rid’s arm affectionately with his nose. But I don’t think we should take her between, Mine. I’m still slightly wet and the girl’s wet, too. Unless you want her to turn into a human slab of ice, I think we can just fly her around a bit.
Hmm, sure. He wasn’t going to get into a fight of logics with his bronze, especially not in front of a Weyrling who’d already caught him drenched to the skin in the river. Out loud, he said, “Well, then, bend down. Not everyone can vault onto your back like I can.” Which he couldn’t. Or at least, he’d never tried it before. Perhaps he would, next time. When they were alone, at any rate. T’rid had a feeling it wouldn’t go over very quickly if he failed to get on his own dragon in public, even worse if it was a show-offish type of way.
Front. That would have been his first choice, too. A flicker of annoyance passed over T’rid’s mouth, barely perceptible but still there, before he shrugged, emotionless again. “Whatever her Ladyship pleases,” he replied. Great, now he’d have to hang onto her. Well, sure, why not? At least it wasn’t like she was the type to giggle and be stupid. Hopefully. He exhaled as Corinth rumbled in low amusement, catching the drift of his thoughts, and extended one foreleg to help the girl mount.
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Post by ryanne on Jul 2, 2008 15:05:29 GMT -5
Of course, that's exactly what she wanted to do. She resisted the urge to roll her eyes yet again. He was definitely irritating. She wondered for a moment how he would act if she wasn't acting like a wherry-brained little girl. Probably exactly the same, except there would be a bit more bantering. "Oh, no, that's fine," she stammered out, drawing herself out of her thoughts. She needed to keep her act up. Liassa figured she could always figure out the answer later. She couldn't keep acting like a dimglow forever.
Which provided the question, when was she going to give up the act? After they flew. He wouldn't do anything fun if she didn't act scared up in the air. He would probably pout and then just have Corinth take them back down. If she was going to get a chance to ride, she was going to take it and have fun. She just hoped that he didn't take them between. She was still a bit damp and she knew that water became ice rather quickly in the absence of anything, including warmth. He wouldn't do that, his dragon was still somewhat wet. It would be terrible for his hide.
Liassa noticed the small bit of annoyance that showed on T'rid's face. It took almost all she had to keep from laughing. He was not happy about the seating arrangements. Oh well, he gave her first choice. "Thank you," she responded, keeping up her shaky smile. She approached the bronze, noticing the outstretched forearm. Taking a deep breath, she clumsily propped her foot up and pushed off with the other, pulling herself onto the beast, making sure to use more of her arms than anything, the amateur way to mount. She'd been on a dragon more than a couple times before, she knew how to get one, but she was supposed to be scared of heights and between so her dragon experience would be limited. Righting herself, she held on awkwardly with her hands, sitting a little too far forward that she was supposed to.
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Post by Avu on Jul 2, 2008 15:30:19 GMT -5
T’rid raised his eyebrows at her hesitation, and shook out his hair. Water droplets flew. Ah, so he hadn’t gotten them all out. Scorch it all…he should’ve taken more time. While she appeared to be thinking, he glanced at Corinth, his eyes scanning the hide quickly. Still damp. Will you be cold at all if we fly? he asked, biting his lip worriedly. The last thing he wanted was for Corinth to get sick just to provide a bit of amusement for him. The bronze snorted wrathfully. Not if we don’t go between, he replied. His voice softened. I’ll be fine, Mine. Don’t worry about me. Worry about the girl. He shifted under her as she mounted.
The young Bronzerider smirked slightly as he noticed her…difficulty in mounting. Corinth complained, If she tries to mount that dragon of hers like this, I feel bad for the wher-minded dragon. She’s going to hurt herself someday, along with that dragon. He turned his head to survey her position irritably. And tell her, for Shards’ sake, to lean back a bit? She’s going to fall off my shoulder if I dive down. Or come pretty close, anyway.
“Corinth,” T’rid reported lazily, scanning her position himself, “Says you’d better sit back if you don’t want to flip over his shoulder during his…quicker…maneuvers. Which, if you’re wondering, starts with take-off and ends with landing.” He grinned, rather wolfishly, in a way that rather hinted it’d be funny if she did fall. It was just a smile, though, and he didn’t actually feel that it would be. Mostly because he’d get in trouble with the Weyrwoman if the girl did. He sighed. If he’d had a choice, he would’ve just sent Corinth up with her alone, but the bronze hadn’t done anything wrong, so he had no right to punish him like that.
T’rid sighed slightly, pushed his hair out of his eyes (Why on Pern hadn’t he dried it properly, Shard it?) and used Corinth’s foreleg to spring lightly onto the bronze’s back. If she could just mount like that… grumbled Corinth as T’rid hesitated. Gah. Here came the annoying part—hanging on to someone who wasn’t Corinth. Annoying, but that was what he got for giving her a choice on where to sit. “Are you ready?” he asked. “Hang on to Corinth’s neck ridge.” His voice was perfectly innocent as he put his hands lightly around her waist. Corinth smirked. Better you than me. T’rid rolled his eyes, glad the girl couldn’t see behind herself. At least she’s not sitting on me!
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Post by ryanne on Jul 3, 2008 10:46:31 GMT -5
Liassa wondered how long it would take before T'rid would correct her position on the bronze's back. For a fleeting moment, she thought maybe he would just let her sit there, and then fall when he took off. That was a scary thought, even for her. But then his voice filtered through her thoughts, telling her to sit back. She nodded, biting her lip a little and slipping back a bit on his back to the proper mounting position. She knew where she was supposed to be riding and once she settled into the proper spot, it felt right. It was just one of those positions that she knew was right and comfortable. She wondered if this was how it would feel being on Tiaeth's back, or maybe it would feel even more right. After all, Tiaeth was hers.
She forced a laugh at his joke about Corinth, making it sound a bit high and false. This was way too easy. She had hoped that maybe he was a bit harder to fool than he was. All it took was a few blushes and a wrong mounting position, and he thought she was a dimglow and scared of flying. A dragonrider, scared of flying? Oh come on! What dragon would Choose a candidate that was terrified of heights and between? He was the dimglow for believing those.
She hesitated for a moment before responding in the affirmative, gripping Corinth's neck ridge gently. She found long ago that riding wasn't about how tight you could hold on, it was finding the rhythm of the dragon's movements. The hardest parts were the landing and the take-off and she was fairly sure she'd do just fine. At the feel of his hands on her waist, Liassa bit back a smirk. She definitely had a bit of the upperhand now. He had to hold onto her and she doubted that he was happy about that. It put her in a higher position than him, even if he was the one bonded to the dragon beneath them.
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Post by Avu on Jul 3, 2008 10:55:15 GMT -5
You realize, don’t you, Mine, that if she falls off or does something stupid, you’ll be the one in trouble? Corinth asked, swiveling to look at T’rid. You’re still suspicious, aren’t you? The bronze sounded a bit annoyed. He twitched irritably under them. It’s my nature to suspect everyone of lying until I know they’re telling the truth, because that’s how people should be about me, T’rid replied easily, releasing Liassa briefly to stroke Corinth’s hide. All right…go…gently. We wouldn’t want to scare the girl, would we?
His ‘joke’ about Corinth’s flight wasn’t a joke. It was true. Or at least, it was this time. Normally the bronze achieved flight easily and smoothly, but recognizing the sarcasm in his Rider’s voice, the bronze sprang into the air, taking care to jolt his riders forward. This is fun, Corinth said happily, as he rose into the air. Flying like that, I mean. Did it startle you?
Startle me?? T’rid grinned, shaking his head affectionately. No. Go on, high as you’ve ever gotten. Corinth snorted softly, and ascended obligingly; the angle of his wings were slightly off. It almost wasn’t perceptible, but it made his flying a lot rougher than it could have been. T’rid felt his seat lift off Corinth’s back a few times. Stupid air currents. “How’d you get to the Weyr if not by dragon-back?” he asked in a shout; the wind was whipping the words from his mouth and the water droplets from his hair. Are you cold? he queried anxiously to Corinth. If the girl was cold, too bad. But if Corinth was cold, the ride would be over.
No. I’m fine. Corinth hovered, scanning the ground. After this, I want to eat, he declared. I see a herdbeast. It looks very plump.
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Post by ryanne on Jul 3, 2008 14:26:00 GMT -5
The jolting take off caused Liassa to have to slip a little. Not only to further the clumsiness of her supposed riding, but also to scare T'rid. She leaned precariously to the side and it definitely looked like unless someone grabbed her, she was going to slip right off the side of the dragon. In all actuality, she was fairly off balance on purpose, but she could pull herself back on if she needed to. She had a feeling, though, that T'rid would grab her. It was in his best interests after all. If she fell off and got hurt, he'd be liable because he took an untrained weyrling up on his dragon without riding straps.
The roughness of the flight was puzzling. Liassa hadn't been in the air enough times to know that usually flight wasn't this bumpy, but she couldn't even guess what was causing it. T'rid didn't seem to be set off balance, but she had a feeling that he was the type that could roll with the punches. If something was wrong with the way Corinth was flying, T'rid either caused it, knew about it, or wasn't going to say anything or show any surprise. She'd just have to put up with it and not mention it. And bounce appropriately. This was quickly becoming a chore.
At his question, Liassa bit back a laugh. She debated whether or not to say she was weyrbred or that she was holdbred and she was "so scared on the way to the weyr." She chose the latter. It made the charade even more believable. "I came on a dragon. But it was terrifying. Between," she shuddered, "It was so cold and empty." She let her voice taper off with just a hint of shaking in her voice. She really was getting good at this.
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Post by Avu on Jul 3, 2008 15:01:25 GMT -5
Great, now she was slipping. T’rid sighed. Well, too bad for her. He would hang on to her, but unless she really did start to fall, he wasn’t going to help her up. Either way, if she fell, he’d still be hanging on to her, so she wouldn’t fall entirely. Hopefully. If she falls, at least there’s not much under us but water, Corinth pointed out. They had flown above the river, so at least if she fell she’d have a softer landing than if she hit the ground. And wetter. T’rid grinned. Trust Corinth to pretend to be scary while actually taking care of all the exits. Good, he said appreciatively. Just follow the river. Go a bit lower, too. Corinth obliged. He seemed to be having fun trying to scare Lia; he folded his wings and they dropped instantly like so many stones. A second later, his wings caught them again. He rumbled in amusement. That was fun!
You don’t have to be so rough, he added. I know it’s uncomfortable for your wings to be like that. Corinth sighed in pleasure and twitched his wings, fixing their position so that the flight was easier to sit to. She was bouncing too much anyway, he commented shrewdly. Can I dive a bit? T’rid patted the bronze hide affectionately; apparently Corinth had decided that if scaring the girl made His happy, he would do it. Later. I’ll let you, okay? Content, the bronze purred.
“You came on a dragon,” he repeated. And she’s still scared. Amusing. “I suppose that’s why you’re friends with the new ‘sensible’ Queenrider, hmm? Is she scared of flying, too, because it’s too risky? Too scary?” His voice was taunting. On the ground, when he’d used this voice previously, there had been a few resulting bruises and cuts both ways; but now, there was absolutely no way that Lia could respond without hoping not to be pitched off by Corinth, who rumbled in amusement.
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Post by ryanne on Jul 4, 2008 10:37:57 GMT -5
((Sorry it's so short, I can't exactly have her answer while she's falling off a dragon. LOL!))
How far was she willing to take this? She couldn't afford to hesitate. She could either continue to slip or make a grab at Corinth's back and pull herself back up. But there was only water beneath them, so what did it matter? She wouldn't get hurt. So she continue to let herself slip, placing a look of terror on her face and letting out a small whimper. An inch more and she'd be off and into the water. She didn't want to get wet, but she was having fun with this game and she wasn't ready to give it up yet. He was a right ass, though, not to have already helped her. She already knew that T'rid was a conceited little bronzerider, but she thought he had at least an ounce of compassion. Apparently not, but hopefully he'd catch her before she hit the water.
When the bronze dropped, she let her left leg loose, putting her completely at the mercy of T'rid and Corinth. She heard his words, but she couldn't respond. She was playing being too caught up with the terror to notice anything but that she was getting ready fall into the water. She whimpered again and opened her mouth to try and ask for help, but all that came out was a stutter. She was getting really good at this!
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Post by Avu on Jul 5, 2008 13:16:27 GMT -5
((Shortness. Dx))
T’rid bit his lip in annoyance. Silly girl couldn’t even stay on a dragon. He sighed, and tightened his hold around her waist, jerking himself in the opposite direction to keep the girl on, while Corinth shifted to stay under Liassa. “Can’t you even sit up straight?” he snapped indignantly. Seriously. “If you can’t, well, then, maybe we’ll just end the flight before you hurt yourself further.” I feel bad for the Weyrling Master, said Corinth. Can I dive now? T’rid waved his hand absently. Go ahead. Knock yourself out.
With a little croon of pleasure, Corinth angled himself down. And dove.
There were a few seconds where they were in the air; the next second, the bronze had submerged them into the river, wings slicked back against his back happily as he loosened a gush of bubbles from his mouth. T’rid rolled his eyes, and then they burst into the air again, Corinth rumbling happily. This was fun! Why couldn’t they do this more often? His wings were wet, and heavy; with a little running jump he managed to get into the air anyway.
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Post by ryanne on Jul 6, 2008 19:21:08 GMT -5
Thankfully, he grabbed her and pulled her back into place. Automatically, she settled back into her seat before remembering she was supposed to be a dimglow. She was getting ready to start to fidget and act nervous, throwing her seat off, but then T'rid snapped at her. Oh, okay, she was done. There was no more acting like an idiot. She would show him just what she was made of. She was only a little green weyrling, but she'd fooled him. And now he'd just pissed her off. He would see what a dimglow he was.
Settling into her seat assuredly, she just flashed him a smile, letting go of her forced death grip on the dragon's back. Just then, he dove. Gripping with her knees, she stayed on just fine, holding her breath as they went in the water. That was unexpected, but nothing that she couldn't handle! No one had ever tried that with her with them on their dragon, but she was secure in her seat and it wasn't that hard to stay on. And they didn't stay under for that long anyway. It wasn't like it was a stress on her lungs.
Coming back out of the water, Liassa let out a whoop of appreciation. "That was fun, can we do it again?" She asked, turning at the waist to look at T'rid, a devilish grin on her face. Anyone with eyes could see the change in her. There was no question that she had been faking her behavior earlier. "By the way, you treat me like a dimglow and I'll act like a dimglow." With another smirk, she turned around, swaying gently with the movement of Corinth as he ran back into the air. Well, she showed him.
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Post by Avu on Jul 7, 2008 15:38:44 GMT -5
T’rid had to spit out a mouthful of water before he could answer Liassa. Didn’t I tell you she might be pretending? he growled at Corinth, annoyed and slightly amused by her prank. It was the type of thing he would once have done to get a dragon ride. And now, here he was falling for it. He shook his head, grinning carelessly as droplets of water rained down. “I’m glad you thought it was fun, but I’m guessing that Corinth would rather dry off before he goes back in.” It was an oddity of the bronze’s; he only liked getting wet when he was dry. Perhaps because getting wet while already wet didn’t make much of a difference. T’rid shrugged, trying to hide his annoyance with the girl.
Suddenly, she was quite good at all of this dragon-riding. Her seat was correct, as was…well, just about everything else. Normally one didn’t ride when one was wet, but that wasn’t the girl’s fault. “I should’ve let you fall,” he said, shaking his head at his own stupidity. Well, whatever. If she wanted to be good at dragon-riding and enjoy it, well then, he and Corinth would just have to satisfy her, wouldn’t they? Or at least frighten her a little bit? He bit back a sigh of annoyance and reached for Corinth’s mind. The bronze rumbled. She could give you lessons as an actor, the bronze commented shrewdly.
He had hit a spot in T’rid’s pride. Oh, go on, you wher-brained dolt, just because… the young man said, scowling irately at his dragon. Corinth purred in amusement. She got past your ‘lie-detector’ defenses, didn’t she, Mine? She did. You can’t honestly say you suspected her. She’s good. T’rid shrugged silently, preferring not to answer and probably further damage dignity and pride.
Well, Corinth? he said after a minute. Do whatever you want. Just don’t kill us. Corinth seemed pleased by the granted permission, and glanced around. His eyes lit at the place where the river opened up to a large lake. The middle of it was pleasingly deep. He dove again. Water droplets dropped from his bronze hide as he gained speed, and then a huge splash of water roared up as he entered the water. He let himself touch the bottom, scraping the weedy bottom with his claws, and then pushed himself back up again. T’rid was swearing again. It was a good thing only bubbles emerged, or else if anyone had been listening save for Liassa, who had already admitted to ‘colorful language’ herself, it may have emotionally scarred them. Permanently.
It happened a lot.
Corinth’s head broke the surface again, but this time he only huffed. The ride was over involuntarily for both T’rid and Liassa. He was done. And drifting in the middle of the lake. There was barely any wind here, so he was basically at a standstill. If His or the girl wanted to get off, they’d have to do it by themselves.
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Post by ryanne on Jul 7, 2008 18:48:14 GMT -5
The look on the man's face was priceless. Sure, her position was slightly precarious, turned around, looking at him as he spit out his mouthful of water, but she wasn't going to fall off and she couldn't even imagine not seeing his look of outrage. She giggled for a moment before turning back around. She loved fooling people who thought they knew it all. T'rid's sarcasm was cutting and his mannerisms had annoyed her, so she had shown him. To think he actually believed that a weyrling could be such a dimglow. Sure, greenriders weren't known for their strength in intelligence, but living at the weyr had shown her that not all the stereotypes fit. She'd seen some of the denser people Impress to browns and bronzes and some of the sharpest women she knew Impress to greens rather than golds. It was just how it worked.
But none of them were terrified of flying and between. That would just be ridiculous. Why would they even be on the Sands? No dragon would Search someone like that! Her musings were interrupted by T'rid's comment. "You should have. That would have been fun. I could have pretended to be hurt and make you help me hobble all the way to the infirmary. I'm sure you would have thought it was hilarious until you were scolded by one of the healers." She laughed at that thought. She knew how brisk the healers were in the infirmary. They couldn't stand to have to treat people who hurt themselves doing something stupid. To have a weyrling fall off a dragon when she was sitting in front of a rider wouldn't make her look bad, it would have made the rider look back.
Lost in her thoughts, she barely noticed as Corinth started another descent. Thankfully, she realized before they hit the water, drawing in a quick, sharp breath. Under the water, her seat wasn't as firm, but she didn't lose the dragon's back, she just had to hold on for a moment before he re-emerged from the water. However, the bronze resurfaced but didn't take off again. He was in the middle of a lake, there was nothing to push off of. Realizing their predicament, Liassa only laughed, pushing off Corinth's back and into the water. "Thank you for the ride," she told the bronze genuinely. It wasn't often that she got to ride and never a bronze and like that. He was a fun dragon, that was for sure.
Where are you Mine? a confused voice broke through her mind. It's okay, Tiaeth, I'm at another lake with Corinth and His, she reassured the green, sending her a mental picture, or attempting to. It was harder than she thought it was going to be. The confusion on the other end of her bond gradually subsided, once the dragon sorted out what Lia was trying to show her. You're coming back sometime, right? she asked, a sleepy tone finding her voice once again. Yes, love, I will, I promise. Good, because I'm getting a little hungry, her voice trailed off, sleep etched into the tones. Liassa just laughed, diving under the water.
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Post by Avu on Jul 8, 2008 15:29:46 GMT -5
T’rid shrugged at her words. “Helped you? If I’d let you fall, do you really think I’d help you up again?” He grinned, shaking his head. “Yeah, right.” He probably wouldn’t, true to his word, help her, especially if he’d meant to let her fall. The point of falling from a dragon was getting hurt, right? Besides, he was in no way, shape, or form getting within a dragonlength of those healers. Stupid healers. The bronzerider had had a few bad experiences by way of a healer, and it wasn’t pain because they were treating his wounds, either. Nope. Think more of a few jabs with a hard wooden object or a needle. Just because he had taunted someone into a fight and then ‘defended’ himself. Shards, was it his fault they had attacked him? Nope. That was definitely…
He pulled himself out of the past, watching as the girl slid into the water. Corinth, you’re not telling me I’m going to have to swim, too? he asked despairingly. Not that he wasn’t already wet, but still. Corinth had definitely controlled him today. Almost as well as the girl had. T’rid rolled his eyes as an outlet of emotion, promising himself he wouldn’t give the girl the satisfaction of seeing him outwardly irritable anymore. As Liassa spoke to Corinth, actually sounding pretty sincere, the bronze studied her with a suspicious eye and then huffed at her, sticking his head underwater. Bubbles burst to the surface as the bronze snorted underwater.
You will swim, too, said Corinth, after a while. See, I’m determined to make you swim! Biting back a mental response, T’rid swung into the water. It was colder here than it was in other places. Scorch it…T’rid sighed. If only he had been wearing something old and ratty, not his wherhide stuff. Stupid stuff had better not shrink on him…swearing under his breath at the thought of loosing his riding outfit, T’rid kicked out towards the faraway-looking shore.
He was a good swimmer, it wasn’t that he wasn’t. But seriously, an involuntary swim was definitely not the way T’rid had expected to spend his day. With a girl was another thing he hadn’t expected, but he’d actually enjoyed that. Partially, at least. Liassa wasn’t like the ordinary giggly, stupid girls that one met at Holds. Which was good, and bad at the same time. T’rid dunked his head underwater, glaring through the green-blue liquid at Corinth, who paddled docilely after him, sending a few waves his way. Unfortunately, they didn’t boost him forward. They just crashed onto his head. Corinth! he complained. The bronze eyed him and purred. If I don’t help Liassa, I don’t help you. Not now, anyway.
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Post by ryanne on Jul 9, 2008 10:46:49 GMT -5
Liassa rolled her eyes, continuing to swim around a bit. He could play surly all he wanted, but she was sure that if she was writhing on the ground, holding on to her ankle, he wouldn't just laugh. Okay, he would laugh at first, but no man can resist a hurt female. In the end, he would have to help. Tiaeth would make him. Lia laughed at that picture. Her little green may be sleepy a lot, but if Hers was in danger and someone was nearby and could help and wasn't, my goodness, the dragon would go into a rage. She'd already shown that side of her once and Liassa wasn't eager to have it happen again. But it would definitely let a sharding fire under his lazy ass and make him take her to the infirmary. She wasn't going to tell him that, though, it would hurt his pride a little too much.
Lia grinned at Corinth's reaction and then took off for the shore, swimming with sure strokes. Living so close to the river for all of her life had made her a good swimmer and the shore wasn't that far away. If T'rid wanted to sulk, he was just going to be a bit behind her. It was only a few moments later that she heard him swimming behind her. She didn't bother to turn her head to look at him or acknowledge him in any fashion, it was extraneous. What she wanted to do right now was get to shore so that she could try out her clothes in the sun. Shard the fact that she was female. It meant that she couldn't take off her tunic and let it dry. She had to sit with it on, freezing her ass off.
Okay, so at the weyr, many girls would just shed the piece of blothing, but Lia wasn't one of them. She had a breast wrap on, she usually wore one, but it still seemed much too personal and revealing for her. T'rid wasn't someone she was comfortable enough to bare herself to. He would be way too likely to act like a pig, commenting on her lack of breasts (which really wasn't true) or try and hit on her. She was pretty sure that it'd be more likely she'd receive mocking comments, but the latter was still a distinct possibility.
Oh well. So she'd dry out tunic and all. She almost sighed, but she had to keep her swimming up and that meant steady breathing. The shore was drawing nearer and nearer with each stroke and she wasn't going to lose her rhythm just yet. A few more minutes saw her at the shore, only a little ahead of T'rid. Coming up to the sand, she shook out her hair that had fallen loose from its tie. "Damn it," she whispered, searching her pockets for another. Now that was not okay.
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