turning saints into the sea [m'kai]

[Avu]

He should probably get up now.

The thought flickered through the greenrider’s mind (for the second time in as many minutes) before another little voice went, nah, this is far too comfortable. And, again, that little voice won over common sense. A’emi smiled contentedly to himself: A wide smile that exposed teeth, a feline smile. The greenrider was sprawled entirely over M’kai, arms folded across the bluerider’s chest and his chin resting on his own forearms. The feeling of a warm body beneath his wasn’t entirely unfamiliar – Kyrahth was hardly a hatchling and he’d had his own flings (and more, but that had only been once) – but it was nice, and he wanted it to last.

Preferably the boy beneath him would remain sleeping, because A’emi was fairly certain that once he woke he’d fidget quite a lot and that’d just be downright irritating. He shifted carefully to free up one hand, humming low in his throat as he ran his finger lightly across the bluerider’s skin. Bite marks; scratch marks: The bluerider had been claimed, as simple as that (and not gently, either), during the aftereffects of the Flight. His now. For time being, anyway, and perhaps, if he was careful, after as well. K’thay made a nice pet, too, but A’emi wasn’t at all adverse to another, especially since he didn’t think K’thay swung his way.

A’emi’s lips quirked into another playful expression as he leaned forward, deliberately pressing the tip of his tongue against a mark on the bluerider’s collarbone. The sour taste of blood still lingered in his mouth, blood that had not come from the man (boy, A’emi’s mind corrected helpfully; not man) beneath him, and it pleased him terribly. That, and M’kai, was what tipped the scales from being obsessive to the point of anger over how he looked at the moment and simple contentment. His hair fell in loose curls of blonde across his face, he was sure that once he moved he’d hurt – didn’t matter. Not right now, anyway.

Dearest. The brush against his mind, the softest whisper of an imaginary wind, made A’emi turn his head away from his intent study of his new toy’s face towards the ‘ledge, and he smiled widely. Kyrahth went on. I’m very glad you’re pleased. Let me know when you’ve tired of him, and we can go. There was no mention of her regard for the blue that had Caught her; Kyrahth had disentangled herself as carefully as she could from him, but she hadn’t left him alone entirely, instead opting to sprawl out on the same ‘ledge – just not touching. She didn’t trust him enough to touch.

That same cautiousness, however, certainly was not mirrored by her Rider. In the least.

[Ruby]

M'kai woke slowly. He wasn't sure what did it, in the end, but most likely it was the unfamiliar warmth on his chest. With a mental sigh, he realized it had been a long time since he had a girl in his bed, and he was unused to the weight and heat of another person. He debated putting an arm around her (M'kai was sure it was a her, despite the fact that he couldn't figure out where she would have come from), but found one arm pinned by his head and the other painfully sore. Actually, now that he thought about it, most of him was painfully sore. And his lip was throbbing. Ouch.

It was the tongue that finally roused him. The gentle touch on his neck hurt, a little, but also sent a shiver of remembered pleasure through his system. Mmm, whoever she was, she must have been good. With the embarassing exception of K'lir and R'ahre, it had been far too long since he'd felt that. M'kai opened one eye, unconcerned about his lack of knowledge about his bedfellow. He was sure he'd remember her when he saw her.

And he did.

But it wasn't a her, and all of the Flight memories settled into his mind at once with the finality of Impression. It was, of course, A'emi spread across his chest, not some lovely flightmoth. M'kai closed his eye and groaned, freeing the hand under his head to dab gently at his split lip. That hadn't been entirely A'emi's fault, and M'kai had the totally mortifying memory of asking for some of the bruises and scrapes, even begging for them. He did not beg.

With the back of his hand to his mouth and his eyes still closed, he croaked out a muffled, "Morning." He would have loved to tip A'emi off onto the mattress and leave, but oh, shards, he was sore, and he was fairly certain his legs wouldn't support his weight on the first try. So he might as well be polite.

Futh, too, opened an eye, regarding his beautiful, wild green with absolute pride. She was his, after all, or at least he was hers. He had finally proved himself and won, even over much more experienced dragons. He was proud of himself, proud to be seen with her... just oozing happiness all over. Inching closer, he offered, Good morning, Kryahth, followed by an enormous yawn. Lifting his head and tilting it to one side, he scooted just a tiny bit closer and asked, Cuddles?

[Avu]

His pillow…shivered. A’emi smiled to himself, feeling more and more like a feline every passing second. Any minute now, he’d start purring. The greenrider didn’t move, instead opting to stay perfectly still, watching M’kai’s face intently as consciousness apparently dawned on his bedmate. And…yes. His reaction wasn’t exactly as…much as A’emi had expected. In all honesty, he’d been hoping for something a little more enthusiastic. Didn’t really matter if the enthusiasm was get out as fast as possible or go for round two – enthusiasm, period, would have been nice.

A’emi would have pouted had M’kai’s eyes not been closed, thus rendering whatever expression was on his face more or less entirely pointless. At least he’d spoken at all, he supposed. The greenrider tilted his head, stretching out and resettling his chin against the bluerider’s chest, humming, “Mm…morning to you too.” A pause, a lazy smile flicking at the corners of his lips. “Not a morning person?” he inquired, sounding almost concerned, before he shifted to free his arm again, pressing the pad of his finger against one of the bite marks on the bluerider’s collarbone.

“Looks like it hurts,” he commented, innocently. Of course he hadn’t done that. Pfft. Why would he? A’emi studied the raw little wound absentmindedly, tracing around the edge of it with his fingernail. “I hope you’ve got something to take care of it, ‘cause honestly, darling, I’d hate to have to explain that to a Healer if I were you.” Of course, he had a salve that got rid of infection and promoted healing in his weyr, but he wasn’t going to just hand it over, pfft. He’d gone through trouble wheedling it out of K’thay, after all. The kid would have to beg first…and he’d been very good at exactly that last night.

Kyrahth’s head turned, slowly, to appraise Futh as the younger dragon woke. The green’s eyes were tinted with blue, more with A’emi’s pleasure than her own (Kyrahth was nearly impossible to please, and good at hiding it when she was). Good morning, she responded, quietly, inflectionless. Her tail twitched, curling protectively closer around her own haunches at his movement towards her. Cuddles? How young, exactly, was he? Kyrahth was tempted to ask, but instead, she settled for a simple, I’d rather not. Please inform your pet human that A’emi is considering keeping him.

[Ruby]

M'kai was quickly losing patience with this. A'emi's comments, while pleasant on the surface, clearly held an underlying barb that put the ball in his court. This was not M'kai's standard mode of operation. He might sometimes appear to submit, but he rarely did unless it furthered his own aims. While his aims might be simple at the moment (graduate, find a girl he liked, teach Futh to fly without looking like he was caring about fifty people instead of one), A'emi had nothing to do with any of them. M'kai growled something about not being an anytime person and started struggling upright, only to be stopped short.

It was the gentle touch that did it, the careful tracing of the bitemark, so gentle it almost wasn't there. With a shudder (both physical and mental), he stopped moving, an involuntary memory of pleasure clouding his mind. Against his will, M'kai felt desire coil up out of that memory, causing him to blush and hold his half-lifted position, balancing on his elbows. He absolutely wanted to go, but he couldn't quite bring himself to, not with A'emi draped across him like that. A slight narrowing of his eyes brought the greenrider's back into focus, and M'kai had to grin- there were bruises there, too. Nothing nearly as bad as his own, but the light discolorations were there none the less, in the shape and pattern of fingers. So, he'd left his own mark after all. Something about that made M'kai incredibly smug.

Since he wasn't quite sure what he wanted, M'kai stayed on one elbow, lifting the other hand to pull his mussed red hair off his face. That was going to be a pain to untangle later today. "I can just lie to them," M'kai offered offhand, tuning back into the conversation. "Wear long sleeves and wear a scarf or something, they'll never know. You can split a lip anywhere," he added, absentmindedly examining the injury with his tongue now. "Unless you've got a better idea?" he asked, fixing A'emi with his blue-grey gaze, refusing to acknowledge the blood that surged into his cheeks again.

Out on the ledge, Futh stretched and yawned, pulling his tail in as he backed up into a sitting position. If she didn't want to cuddle he would happily give her her space, but Futh was of the opinion that if she tried it she would probably like it. Then again, she was beautiful and smart, and probably, in Futh's experience, right. Oh, that's alright, he said, tilting his head to one side and tucking his bulk in a little better, I'm sure you know what you would like best. You are very pretty, though. If you change your mind, please let me know. His eyes whirled a deep blue-purple, the effects of flight still wearing off. Although it will be very challenging for Yours to keep Mine - we have lessons later today, and we cannot miss any more or we will not graduate. Maybe Yours can have Mine back once we are done? And I can come sit with you again? We won't cuddle unless you want to.

[Avu]

Oh, he was moving far too much.

A’emi’s eyes narrowed slightly, lower lip catching in the beginnings of a pout, but the motion of his finger didn’t cease – and as soon as he registered the effect it had on M’kai, the pout vanished into a faint smile. Approving. For someone who wasn’t an ‘anytime person’, he certainly was responsive, wasn’t he? A’emi was tempted to lick, just to see what response that would get him, but he refrained. Instead, he opted to draw his legs forward and under him, hands pressing on either side of M’kai to push himself into a seated position, straddling the bluerider.

The muscles pulled at the movement and a small contented sound left the greenrider’s throat involuntarily, a pleased smile crossing his face as he stretched, cat-like. Then M’kai’s words distracted him from the immediate tingling and stinging that had overtaken his body at his motions, and A’emi tilted his head, considering. “Only if you walk into doorknobs a lot,” was his light response; split a lip anywhere indeed. Likely he would have said something a good deal more needling had he not caught sight of the definite flush that spread across M’kai’s face. The corners of A’emi’s eyes crinkled in his amusement. So nice of Kyrahth to pick the blue, if this was the bedmate it got him.

“Actually, I do have a better idea. Or I think it’s a better idea anyway.” A’emi settled himself on top of M’kai again to free up one hand, licking his finger and then dabbing experimentally at the bluerider’s lip. Looked sore. His lips were a little sore, too, now that he came to think of it, but a quick swipe of his tongue along his bottom lip drew none of the metallic taste of blood. “I’ve got some stuff in my weyr. The Healers don’t like me, so I prefer to avoid bothering them for little cuts and stuff. Does that hurt?” the question was accompanied by an upward twitch of one eyebrow, A’emi having gingerly brushed his fingers across what looked like a combination of cut and bruise. “Anyway, yeah. If you want it, it’s there.”

You’d better say ‘please’, he added silently, before he commented, offhandedly, “Oh, your blue’s adorable, by the way. Kyr doesn’t really appreciate adorable…ness, but he is.”

‘Didn’t appreciate it’ may or may not have been the understatement of the century. Kyrahth sent a blank glance at Futh. She did appreciate the compliments, of course, but ‘adorableness’ didn’t matter to her. I will if I do, but I won’t, she responded smoothly. The phrasing was probably confusing, but Kyrahth didn’t care enough to clarify. Her head tilted, tail swishing across the ‘ledge in quiet thought, considering the blue. Did she really want company…? No, not really. But having a slave wouldn’t be so terribly bad, all things considered. Yours is welcome to leave and return as he pleases. It will not affect ownership. You are welcome, too, of course. Yours serves no amusement to /me/ as he does Mine.

[Ruby]

M'kai was absolutely furious with himself. He knew how to suppress the signs of a lie, could put on pretty much any emotion a situation required - he'd even learned to take a punch without so much as blinking. To be fair, he was a good two turns out of practice, but this was just ridiculous. Every time A'emi so much as looked at him, M'kai felt the flush in his cheeks deepen, and Faranth forbid the Greenrider move. That caused a rush of tingling, although he couldn't decide if it was pleasant or downright uncomfortable. Obviously they hadn't been asleep that long if his senses were still so heightened... right? It couldn't be A'emi.

He struggled a few inches backwards when A'emi sat up, propping himself up on a pillow instead of just his elbows. Oh, so distracting that movement was. So instead of trying to put an answer together for A'emi, he simply grunted, trying really hard to keep the little hint of moan out. No, he didn't walk into doorknobs, but he wouldn't put it past Cr'oph to split his lip if his twin was in a mood. Not on purpose, of course, but it could happen. M'kai just wished he could work up a good angry fit. Maybe then he could get up the courage to storm out. Shard the last two turns of forced celibacy; certainly this wouldn't feel nearly so good if he had a regular (female) bedmate. That situation would have to be remedied as soon as possible.

With a resigned sigh, M'kai started paying attention to A'emi's mouth again. No, that wasn't right; the words were important, not the mouth. What was he, a flitter-brained twelve turn old? No, he was a flitter-brained 22 turn old, apparently. The tiny fragment of M'kai's brain that wasn't contemplating the fall of A'emi's hair noted something, however: the Greenrider had a better idea, but was he asking for M'kai's approval, or at least acknowledgement? Interesting. "That does sound like a -ooouch. Yeah, that hurts," he hissed, twisting sideways to find whatever it was that A'emi was poking at. Ugh. He didn't want to have to ask for A'emi's help.

"I, uh... don't think I can reach all the... bruises," M'kai said, mumbling through his swollen lip. "If you don't mind me borrowing your... stuff, I'll get the bruises on your back if you help me with mine. And the adorable comment made Futh happy, he wants to thank you. Kyrahth seems... a whole lot more fierce than adorable," he added, eyes darting out towards the ledge. Futh nodded back at his rider, happy that his approval had been communicated. Adorable was good, right?

Sure is, Fuffle, he said, Usually. I'm not sure it'll work to well with Kyrahth. Futh tilted his head again, fixing deep blue-green eyes on Kyrahth again. He didn't mind if she didn't like adorableness, there was sure to be something she liked about him. Alright, Futh conceded in the Green's direction, smiling a draconic smile. He wanted Kyrahth to like him, so he wouldn't push it right now. I'd be happy to amuse you any time, beautiful Kyrahth. I will bring Mine, too, if he amuses yours. Are you liking the South? Quick change, yes, but it didn't seem like His was going anywhere any time soon. Futh figured he might as well make himself comfortable.

[Avu]

A’emi decided he liked being on top of M’kai. A lot. He wiggled slightly, deliberately – but innocently. What, of course he wasn’t trying to encourage reactions; he was just getting more comfortable, of course. It wasn’t his fault that he was sore, was it? The hand that wasn’t inspecting the marks on the bluerider’s skin had come to rest absently on M’kai’s hip, fingernails pressing against his abdomen lightly. A faintly smug smile twitched the corner of the greenrider’s mouth at M’kai’s acknowledgment that, yes, it did hurt. At least he wasn’t enough of an idiot to pretend to be all manly and unhurt.

Both eyebrows arced upwards in surprise as M’kai went on, though, and he smiled sweetly. “Tell Futh he doesn’t need to thank me, I don’t compliment anyone unless it’s the truth. And yeah, she is, but she takes that as a compliment, so it’s all good.” He shifted backwards before swinging entirely over M’kai to roll off of the bed, pushing the furs to one side. A sideways glance at the bluerider before he added, innocently, “Anyway, I’ll help you all you need, but I don’t think I’ll need help. I’m flexible,” and yes, there was a hint of emphasis on the last word.

He didn’t pause for a reaction though – A’emi was positive it would elicit one (mostly because his mind automatically guttered; didn’t everyone else’s?), but he was busy, having found his clothing. The pants were pulled on, hanging loose, low, from his hips: The preferred for Flights. No need to get everything all ripped up, after all. A low considering hum sounded in his throat as he examined his reflection in the mirror for a moment, allowing M’kai the time he needed to readjust or whatever he needed. He wasn’t cruel, after all.

A’emi tilted his head to one side, crinkling his nose faintly. The marks, red and black, across his skin, he didn’t mind, he mused; it hurt but it was a steady aching kind of hurt, a hurt that buzzed of pleasant memories. His hair, though…tch. Both hands threaded through the blonde, loose curls that draped across cheekbones and threatened to fall into his eyes, A’emi finger-combing through the mussed tangles quickly. Perhaps a bit more roughly than he would have liked, but there was no time, really. Finally, he dropped to his knees in front of the dresser, opened it, riffled through clothes until he pulled out a container and pitched it over his shoulder at M’kai.

“Hope you’re not allergic,” he commented, a bit cheekily. “’S got numbweed in it, I think, and…uh, I don’t really know, but if you are allergic, I won’t try anything weird. I’ll just hand you off to the Healers and wish them good luck, or something…” A’emi spun, returning to flop onto the bed again, before he smiled lazily. “I haven’t used any yet, but it’s supposed to do that icy hot thing. Does it work?”

The South is the South. Where I am does not matter. The words were cold, lacking in the pleasant camaraderie that most dragons typically displayed post-Flight. Kyrahth approved enough of Futh – he had kept up with her, he was blue, he was not arrogant, his human had yet to earn her ire – but she didn’t like him. A wisp of thought from A’emi: Play nice. The green’s head swiveled to glance towards the interior of the weyr, before settling on Futh again. It is, however, tolerable. I do not miss the North.

Mostly because she didn’t, not really, remember the North. It was A’emi’s memories, and he missed it, so by default Kyrahth wanted to return, but…she couldn’t honestly say it was for her benefit that she wished it. You are Selenitas-born?

[Ruby]

M'kai hissed through his teeth as A'emi finally swung off of him, finding about six more places where he hurt. Poking gingerly at a bruise on his forearm, he kept his eyes lowered as A'emi moved around the room. It seemed like a spell had been lifted when the Greenrider moved away - his head had cleared, the blush had receded, and he was hit with an overwhelming sense of weirdness. That was a man getting out of his bed. Ew ew ew. M'kai had always known it was a possibility, riding a Blue, and of course this wasn't the first time, but... well. He didn't have to like it, and now that A'emi was off him, there was nothing making him like it.

The Bluerider bunched the furs over his lap once A'emi had turned away, scanning the room for his pants. Had he been wearing pants? Yes, there they were, a good several feet from the bed. No shirt, though. Classy. He wondered, idly, what time it was as he stretched out a leg, trying to hook his pants with his toes so he wouldn't have to get out of bed. "I think I can get most of them - I'm fairly flexible too. Um." About halfway through that, he'd realized exactly what A'emi had insinuated, but figured stopping would be more embarrassing. He really needed to get out of here asap.

Somehow, M'kai managed to shimmy in to his pants without removing the bedfurs. Sure, A'emi's back was turned, but he did NOT trust the angle of that mirror. Whatever bruises he had on his legs could wait. Snagging the jar of goo with an easy loop of his arm, M'kai unscrewed the lid and dabbed it experimentally on his arm. It was cold, and he caught his breath, his shoulders stiffening. Moments later, though, he relaxed again, nodding at A'emi, now flopped next to him. "Definitely icy hot. It would be good for" - massages, no - "Pulled muscles and stuff." M'kai dabbed at his lip next, experimentally, and experienced the same cold burn, plus a hint of sting this time. It made everything feel much better. Taking mental stock, he added a very begrudging "Thanks. I think I can reach everything but right between my shoulder blades... would you mind?" He might want to escape, but he couldn't reach, and what was he supposed to do? Ask Futh? Cr'oph?

Futh tilted his head the other way, considering the Green across from him. You make a good point. But I am glad you do not miss the North. I wonder if I would miss Selenitas... I doubt M'kaiMineLove will ever leave. That was certainly true, although Futh left off the part about not wanting to leave. Kyrahth didn't seem to want anything in particular very strongly, and Futh wanted her approval. He often found that agreeing with people made them like you, so he figured he'd give acting like her a try, at least a bit. I'm Selenitas-born, Mine came from... elsewhere. I do not remember. He brought his Twin with him, that I do know. Then the Other One came later... I'm sorry, these are human affairs. I do not mean to bore you. Not that he was necessarily aware that she was bored, Futh was just guessing. Have you been assigned a wing, here?

[Avu]

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A’emi almost burst out laughing. He bit at the inside of his cheek to keep it in, a smile widening across his face despite the additional flicker of pain. Hmm, yes, he was fairly flexible, wasn’t he? The greenrider would’ve wiggled his eyebrows at M’kai if he’d had that level of control over them – he settled for merely raising both. It wasn’t quite as suggestive as he would’ve liked, but…well, he’d just look like an idiot contorting his face. It was also something of a pity that M’kai had somehow wormed into his pants. But fair was fair, he supposed.

The bluerider’s words drew a nod from A’emi. He leaned over, pressing one palm against the bed, to swipe up a glob of…well, to him it looked like potentially poisonous goop. (It was a good thing that such a comment remained in his head; had it been uttered he probably would’ve offended quite a lot of Healers. More than they were already offended by, what, his existence?) He tested it his other palm, loathe to start poking random stuff near his face or any cuts. Not that he thought it was poisonous, but hey; he could be allergic.

Resisting the urge to actually sniff the stuff like a curious ‘brat, A’emi tilted his head towards M’kai, offering a dazzling smile at the thanks. How nice. The greenrider resisted the temptation of actively cooing at him, instead opting to wipe off the remainder of the goop onto his pant leg and shuffle awkwardly, half a crab walk and half a slide on his rear, around to M’kai’s back. “You know, if I really minded, you’d already’ve been kicked out,” he commented, peacefully for the moment, leaning forward to swipe up another dripping finger of goop. “So loosen up, I’m don’t bite unless you ask.”

Which he had. Oops? Oh well. He brushed M’kai’s hair out of the way (it was such a nice shade of red, too) before tilting his head, considering the damage. Definite fingernail marks, nothing too terrible. They were mostly just faint scratches and bruises, anyway; sore, but certainly not debilitating. The greenrider shifted a little closer automatically, crossing his legs, feet pressed against M’kai’s lower back and the blanket, as he dabbed the goop onto the uppermost cut. “Lemme know if I press” – and the word was punctuated by gentle pressure with fingertips covered in goo – “too hard or anything, ‘kay?”

You are not boring me. Her gaze darted towards the blue, serene and unaffected. Kyrahth didn’t typically like company in any form (unless it was an A’emi, but he was the exception), but she didn’t necessarily mind having Futh talk to her. People held no interest for her regardless of whether or not she knew them, true, and yet it wasn’t boring. As it is, we have. The Legatus wing, led by Ciceroth and His. It is…more interesting…than I had anticipated for Selenitas, though I expect that most wings are different?

[Ruby]

Yep, A'emi had meant that as an ambush, and M'kai had walked into it screaming that he was there. Oops. Where M'kai in a better mood might have laughed at his own misfortune, M'kai in a bad mood just scowled. There were only a few things that would fix that mood, and today, M'kai was opting for a run, no matter how tired he already was. A good, long, painful run that hopefully ended in a body of water and a flight home with Futh. Wait, scratch the Futh part - M'kai wasn't angry at his dragon, but he would have to have a talk with the blue. No more boys. Too many more flights like this and there was no way M'kai could face Cr'oph again. Sudden horrible thought: thank FARANTH neither of them had impressed greens.

Trying to get that awful, terrifying image out of his head, M'kai pulled most of his hair forward over his shoulder, missing only a few trailing pieces that A'emi had to push away. He went to work on the deepest marks, a pair of fingernail trails on his hips. The ones on the left had broken and scabbed over, and the tentative application of A'emi's mysterious goo was a huge mistake. "Ah, stings!" he hissed, trying to wipe the stuff off. He'd chosen to ignore the 'loosen up' and the bite comment - there was no way the Benden-bred weyrling was going either loosen up or ask to be bitten any time soon, that was for sure. He used a forearm to blot his eyes - no, his eyes were not watering from the pain, he just had... something in both of them? - before inspecting his torso again. Oh look, another bruise.

Before long, all of M'kai's aches and pains had been soothed, and he had relaxed a little despite himself. "That's probably good," he said, rolling his shoulders and trying to keep most of the growl out of his voice. A'emi had done him a favor, after all, and had been good about the whole morning-after thing. Teasing, sure, and difficult, and... ugh, didn't want to think about the part that had felt good, but still, under all that he seemed almost nice. Capping the goo and turning halfway around so he could hand it back to A'emi, M'kai pushed his hair back over his shoulder and met the Greenrider's eyes for a second. "Um. Thanks. I, uh... Futh and I have training later, so we should probably get going." No, not lessons, he didn't want to make Kyrahth uncomfortable (of course, he was unaware that Futh had already revealed that tidbit). "So I guess... I didn't have a shirt, did I?" He asked, now scanning the room in hopes that he had brought one (he hadn't). That way, it would be slightly less obvious that he was on the walk of shame, though he'd still be barefoot.

I don't want to leave, M'kaiMineLove! We still have hours before lessons, and Kyrahth is so wonderful, Futh put in, turning dewy blue eyes on the Green. That's the point of the shirt, Foo. I didn't think you wanted to give me a ride. Futh tilted his head, considering his Rider. You're right, I don't, really. I will if I must. M'kai shook his head without thinking about it, telling Futh, Don't worry, I'll get home myself. Might go run.

Glad that that had been taken care of without his help, Futh turned his attention back on Kyrahth. His eyes went wide when she named Legatus Wing, whirling extra-fast in admiration. Legatus is very different, although that's about all I know about it, Futh said, clearly in awe. Very secretive. Ciceroth's just re-structured the Wings, so we've had nothing like Legatus before, as far as I know. I don't even know what gets you picked. Someday, maybe, he added wistfully. Futh doubted he'd ever be good enough at flying or fighting to be placed anywhere but Miles, but he'd try, that was for sure! M'kaiMineLove has us signed up for special lessons once we graduate, so we can keep getting better at everything. I might not be the best in the class, but someday I'll be even better than Ahth!