So we had a Nude Marathon? (Fade-in Sk'ler ^^)

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Drawing her hands through wet hair, Kalierre proceeded to finish scrubbing at her neck in the wash basin she shared with Ciara. Phremath slept, content beside Triniath. The woman pulled a face. She was fairly certain that Flights were not supposed to leave riders so sharding tired. Every muscle in her body ached, as if she'd just run the length of the weyr and back before going into an hours long lust fest. It hurt. Kalierre could only wonder what Sk'ler had done to her in his dragon-inspired enthusiasm. Strangely, she found she didn't have much of an opinion on that one way or the other; she barely even knew the boy enough to recognize him and put a name to the face.

It wouldn't be the first time she'd awoken to a near-stranger in her furs.

It wouldn't be the last.

Slipping a towel around her newly cleaned body, she strode across her weyr to her chest, ferreting around for something clean to wear. Kalierre released the towel and started donning her clothing, heedless to whether or not Sk'ler might finally be awakening and receiving a free peep show. Who cared if he saw anything, anyway? They'd just participated in a rather violent parody of lovemaking, after all, if the bruises along her arms were any indication.

Her lithe figure having disappeared beneath her customary loose clothing, Kalierre turned to walk to where she'd garnered some food for the two of them, pausing to sip at some water. That was when she noticed the rustling. Without actually looking at Sk'ler, she stated softly, "Come, boy. You're probably hungry. I don't have much time until my next shift, but the least I can do is feed you." That was when she looked over her shoulder, trying to plaster on a gentle smile. She was the adult, here, and should be able to handle the situation, right? It was just a Flight.

Inside, Kalierre was still shaken by the strength of the entire thing. It was as new to her as it probably was to Sk'ler. She couldn't remember a single detail beyond Phremath's first dive off her weyrledge. And yes, that probably bothered her most of all.

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He had been awake for sometime now, wishing for his life to end right then and there. Faint memories of what had occurred during the Flight and thoughts of what happened after the Flight haunted him. Yes, the man had participated in sexual activities before, once to be exact, but being forced was not something the weyrling appreciated. He had awoken by the caress of another (even though it had been accidental) and the sight of a woman’s bruised arms. Sk’ler had winced at the view, instantly wishing he could storm out of the weyr and kill Triniath, but at the same time, he was somewhat proud of the Brown for actually winning a Flight. His hazel eyes had shut quickly to avoid seeing anything else that had to do with Kalierre and Sk’ler wished her could and couldn’t remember the Flight. His muscles ached from the “Flight” the riders had participated, and he was sure that the Greenrider was sore without the added bruises that he must have added.

Oh, and the fact that Kalierre was a full-fledged rider and he wasn’t bothered him immensely. Sk’ler could think of a thousand reasons why that entire idea was wrong, and if he remembered correctly, there had been some full-fledged riders participating, three to be exact, but why had Phremath Chosen a male younger then her? What made his Brown so special. I do not know, but I still won. The Brown’s voice was quiet, but happy as he snuggled even closer to his mate. Thanks a lot. Next time Bolli starts acting weird, I’ll stick you and him in my weyr. Alone. Triniath shamelessly sent loving thoughts and words of comfort to his rider, but it was obvious Sk’ler wasn’t going to be very happy with his Brown for awhile. His gaze traveled to the door of the bathroom shared between Kalierre and the occupants next door. For a moment, Sk’ler looked around curiously for his clothes, but then he remembered discarding them to go swimming with an insane Greenrider by the name of Kalierre.

A dark scowl graced his features as he carefully wrapped the Greenrider’s furs around his waste. At least he could be somewhat clothed and not embarrass himself. He carried himself to the weyrledge, fully aware that Kalierre had reentered the room. He didn’t turn to look at her, but eh did shift his attention from the two dragons curled up together to the view the weyr was graced with. Wait! Kalierre was Ciara’s neighbor? Thank goodness he had a friend nearby; she could probably help him get some clothes because his were probably gone. Then he turned to look back at the Greenrider when she began to him. Boy? Yes, he may be a weyrling, but he was almost an actual adult. Just because that sharding woman was a rider didn’t give her the ability to call him that. “Sk’ler. My name is Sk’ler, not Boy, and I’ll return your furs as soon as I can get to my weyr.” His voice was low, but it also betrayed his emotional state. He was unsettled with the idea that Triniath could turn his world upside down with the simplest urge to mate. Thankfully, the weyrling was spared from looking at Kalierre as Soltun appeared. The little Brown crooned with worry as he snuggled up against his owner. “Hey, Soltun.” Sk’ler smiled as he held the Brown close. At least there was someone who actually cared about how he was feeling. I care, but Phremath is irresistible. Triniath crooned from the outside before nuzzling his lovely mate.

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Poor little Phremath was so completely exhausted from the Flight she'd held that the green did not waken, even with Triniath moving at her side. It had been quite the long Flight, and she'd gotten little rest leading up to it; Phremath would likely continue to sleep for a while yet. Nevertheless, she crooned in her sleep and snuggled closer into his warmth. A wing flicked in the wake of some fleeting memory or dream, and then she was still again.

A brow rose into her hairline at Sk'ler's tight words. What had he to be upset about? So he'd apparently lost his clothes somewhere - a strange phenomenon to be sure, but she didn't dwell on it - and he was a boy. Anyone not yet fullgrown was a boy, and several men never really matured enough to be called anything else. Eh. She didn't care enough about that point to have any desire to fight him on it. The objective side of her noted that the slender lad was actually rather well-built, but that was about as far as it went. Sk'ler was too young to be of much interest to her. Had he been older, he still wasn't really her type physically. Probably in general. Couldn't say that for sure, however, because he was clearly under some level of duress, and that was probably affecting his behavior somewhat.

Kalierre really didn't have the time to pander to his emotional unsettledness. Or maybe it was no true desire? Surprised to find herself bitter about the Flight in general, the dragonhealer looked back down to the food and seated herself in a graceful movement. "Sk'ler, then." She needed the energy. None of her shifts were short. A headache had already flared up behind her eyes at the prospect of spending hours in the infirmary in the state she was in. Then a thought struck her. Wow, she really could be slow sometimes.

Standing once more, she returned to her chest and withdrew the robe she almost never wore. It reached nearly to her own ankles, so it should cover enough on him, despite their height differences. "You can leave the furs and just keep that. I don't use it." Pausing as she waited for him to take the garment, her brow rose again. "So are you going to just dash off somewhere, or help me get rid of some of this food? There's more than one could eat." In all honesty, she was just trying to be nice. Kalierre wouldn't mind if he skipped out on her at all. Sure, she might have been upset if she'd woken to empty furs which a coward had vacated the moment he awoke, but Sk'ler hadn't done that, and every other scenario was met simply with tired indifference.

This probably wasn't what he expected out of a Flight. Well, he could join the club. She was still reeling from the whole experience.

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Sk’ler continued to stroke Soltun as he watched Kalierre. It felt awkward standing in her weyr with only the Greenrider’s furs as cover, but what was he to do? The crazed woman had decided to stripe naked, take a swim, run through the forest with everyone else chasing after her, and she had wanted to jump off a cliff because she thought she could fly. He shifted slightly as his other two fire-lizards decided to join the group. Joolree perched on the Greenrider’s dresser, discreetly looking around for something to steal borrow, and Bolli landed neatly on Sk’ler’s shoulder. He glanced at Kalierre as she settled down to eat, but when she stood up again, he raised an eyebrow. What was she doing? The Weyrling watched quietly as the woman rummaged through her chest for a moment before producing a long plain robe.

When she handed it to him, Sk’ler reached for it tentatively before quickly turning away and pulling it on. He watched Kalierre out of the corner of his eye as he returned her furs to her bed. What she said next startled him, but Sk’ler managed to keep the emotion off his face. The topic of food made him realize that he was hungry too. “Sure, Ma’am.” Sk’ler instantly regretted using that title especially with the tone he had used too. He made his way over to the table, and settled down into the chair across from Kalierre. To avoid talking or looking at the Greenrider, Sk’ler beckoned Joolree mentally, and began sharing his food with his fire-lizards. His Green snatched up what she was given happily, Soltun ate his food slowly, and Bolli just glared at his share before snatching it up in his paws angrily and gulping it down while growling slightly at Soltun and Joolree. Sk’ler glanced around the room once, fully aware of Kalierre’s… pet. Hopefully, the little monster wouldn’t be around until Sk’ler was gone.

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There we go. That should make the young man a little less - awkward - around her. Some people simply couldn't handle being nude. She had an unreasonable desire to go off in search of K'von, who had never suffered from that particular problem. Or maybe he was just half-awake at the time. Whatever. You wouldn't see him running around embarrassed with furs wrapped around his waist. Maybe he'd be a little uncomfortable completely nude in a public setting. But surely not merely shirtless in the privacy of her weyr. Boys. Or, rather, holdbred children who hadn't been at the weyr long enough to realize that nudity was nothing special.

Looking up from the a forkfull of tubers, Kalierre suppressed a sigh. This kid was not making a very good case for being anything but a boy, now was he? Embarrassed without a shirt. Petulant when she called him 'boy.' Now he was calling her ma'am, like she was a peer to his mother. The dragonhealer was far too young for Sk'ler to make her feel old acting the way he did, which only made it stranger. She was just twenty-two turns for Faranth's sake! Twenty-three, soon, but that was beside the point. Just a few months ago, she and Phremath had been weyrlings. Why was he treating her as if she were ancient?

"If you'll stop calling me ma'am - I can't be more than a few turns older than you, after all - I won't call you boy, agreed?" Kalierre didn't wait for an answer before going back to her food. Lust had completely slipped her mind, or she might have been worried. He was a willful creature, but he was also territorial, and it was rare for him to not be with her. The fact that she didn't notice his absence was a testament to her intense weariness. This was going to be one heck of a long day.