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Post by kysseh on Jul 22, 2008 3:12:27 GMT -5
Phremath's noise of discontent had Dohulth crooning soothingly to her, padding a step closer to nose lightly at her. She need not be afraid or upset. He would not be permitting Theirs to do such things if it was unsafe or unwise. Her innocent query entertained him, though he could not think of an appropriate response for a moment due to his focus on her upset. Unfortunately, that break was all she needed to distract him further by bumping her muzzle clumsily against his. To his credit, he merely stopped moving in his surprise, letting her attempt whatever it was that had her so interested. It became readily apparent that she was trying to mimic Theirs, but Dohulth waited until she pulled away, her shiver betraying her amusement, to move his head a bit.
You only surprised me. he reassured her at her anxiety, rumbling softly to assure her that all was well. She had not bumped him very hard at all, and he was far more concerned with reassuring her than with his own muzzle, which seemed to be wholly undamaged by her clumsy attempts at imitation. They use their mouths like we use our necks and tails in Flight. It is how they tell each other that they want to Fly, I think. It was a poor excuse for an explanation, but it was the best he could conjure from what he could glean from K'von's experiences.
He watched her attempts at relaxation, giving a melodic croon in response to her. She looked away, and he cautiously took a step forward, emboldened by her lack of rejection. Then her tail set up a small spray, and he snorted in surprise, noting that she still had her head turned from him. She was... playing? He rumbled deeply and stuck his nose under the water and then flicked it out toward her, intending to return the favor with the light splash of his own. He was not averse to playing in the least!
K'von was delighted and reassured by the fact that she had to force out a protest about washing Theirs. There would be plenty of time for that after. A quick round would help relieve the tension, and afterward, they could wash the playful pair and move on to more serious 'Flying' time in one of their weyrs, if she liked. "We can do that after..." he protested in a light mumble, groaning softly at the feel of her chest pressing almost unmercifully against him. Shards, but what she was doing to him... and it only got worse when those lovely long legs parted agains this touch. Would she never stop tempting him?! If he had two good hands, they would not be stalling. His hands were not known for their manners in staying in one safe place.
Suddenly, she was pulling away, and he let out a breathless whine. That was not fair! He had been kissing that! He pouted at her, a bit alarmed by the severity in her expression and voice. She wasn't upset with him now, was she? Her ultimatum rankled at him, mostly because he loved to reduce a woman to a quivering wreck beneath his touch. It made him feel... empowered. And skilled, really. But if these were her conditions, he could abide by them. "All right... you Fly me until the hand is better," he groused, though it was rather half-hearted. Really, if he got to spend good, quality tie with her, who was he to argue?
He was surprised by her sudden movement to press against him, and he instinctively backed up at her urging. He connected with something large and warm--a rock, perhaps?--, and then she had a leg around his and was kissing him like he had forgotten one could kiss. When she drew his tongue along, it followed willingly, exploring her as he uttered a few breathless groans. Her enthusiasm was not helping matters, and he knew without a doubt that they were not leaving this riverbank unsatisfied. Not when he was this sharding turned on by her.
He whimpered audibly when she pulled away, giving her mouth one last nibble before he pulled back enough to see her. The visual was unnecessary, for the husky undertones to her voice were enough to leave him no doubts as to what she wanted. He silently cursed that injured hand. If only... if only... "Then jump me," he growled softly, the hand on her back migrating down to her rump and pressing her lower body more firmly against his. He could not wait for another candlemark to finish bathing and oiling the dragons. No, he needed a little bit of relief right now, and based on the fact that she had not moved away either, she likely did too. "I'd jump you... but the healer won't let me," he added breathlessly, having to search his brain to find the proper words. Shardit... he was turning into a teen again with his uncontrollable instincts.
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Post by reqqy on Jul 23, 2008 22:14:10 GMT -5
Phremath recognized how patient Dohulth was being with her, and she truly appreciated it, but she couldn't quite rein her natural inquisitiveness in. It seemed she'd know soon enough. Though the green had never noticed this particular feeling coming from Hers, it wasn't hard to draw parallels to what she herself had felt during Flight. The need superimposing its will over everything else. Why had she thought that humans needed dragons to Fly? The green vaguely remembered something about needing to Fly before...but she never recalled anything very well if it wasn't reinforced by some sort of action. That was just the nature of her memory.
At any rate, she expressed distracted relief at the fact that he seemed to be okay, nuzzling him before she returned her attention to Theirs. Upon splashing him, she snuck a glance his way, almost convinced she'd fooled him after all - which really wasn't nearly as much fun as if he'd discovered it right away - when his own splash caught her in the face. Backing up, Phremath huffed to try to clear the water from her nostrils, her wings flaring in reaction. Her jaws snapped on empty air. What was that for? the young green snapped, in mock upset. Her strong tail whipped about and sent a mini-geyser his way. Voice deepening into a sultry purr, she added, Now I'm afraid I'll have to punish you, Dohulth.
Phremath curled in around herself, tail held at the ready, her neck arching in open invitation for him to come after her. The color of her eyes was a joyful blue/green - with a touch of a deeper purple swirling elusively amidst the rest. She'd always been quite sensitive to - and easily overcome by - KaliMine's emotions. Right now that meant she wanted to...play with him. The dragon made a low noise in her throat that was something like a cross between a growl and a croon. Then she exploded. Her body uncoiled with rapid - almost casual - power, and she shot toward him, hardly seeming to be hampered by the current of the river at all. Strong legs on the young green. Quite strong. If he wasn't going to make the first move, then she would!
She leapt past him, directing a splash his way with a foreleg as her body swung around toward his tail.
Kalierre leaned closer at his reluctant acquiescence. Close enough that her lips very nearly brushed his. "You make it sound like it's a bad thing." Her voice had lowered, deepening into something at once more full in tone and slightly breathless. She drew back her head, eluding his lips before he could claim her. "Of course, if you don't want to..."
Soon enough, though, he'd caught her in a large hand and pressed her into him, the woman exhaling sharply as she found herself sprawled against K'von. Warmth. Heat. Something feral came into her eyes, her thighs clenching against him. Her will had been broken, such as it was, at the directness of his words. At the close press of his body. How could she deny what they both wanted? It would be miserable, all warm and flustered, trying to bathe their dragons and ignore their bodies. Better to take care of it now. Of course, they could easily get distracted again...but that thought was cast aside as unimportant. Now was important. K'von was important.
The dark eyes gazed into his for a long moment, then dropped demurely, obediently. Her thumbs hooked in the waistband of the sodden skirt that was little enough protection anyway, sliding everything over her hips. She knelt, folding the fabric neatly and setting it to one side. Drawing things out. Her hair spilled over breast, over the expanse of pale thigh as the healer knelt before him. Kalierre's hands took one foot and worked off his left boot. Her hands lingered overlong on his calf, massaging it through the material of his trousers, before she turned to the second boot. Then Kalierre rose, her fingers running along the inside of his waistband, lightly. She smiled a smile that was both shy and calculating, somehow balancing between the two extremes.
The healer nipped him lightly on the chest. "Yes, K'von." Her eyes flicked up, and she lapped at his jaw, beginning to slide his pants down over his hips. "If you will it, I will fly you."
*** (lol, I think I have to stop it there xP)
She parted from him slowly, her breathing heavy. It had been short. Almost - almost - ridiculously short. But she'd been ready pretty much as soon as they started, and Kalierre had no complaints. None whatsoever. The healer nibbled at his jawline and debated remaining there, braced against him with the rock still at his back.
Pushing the hair from her eyes, she smiled a little apologetically. She hadn't meant for it to be quite that brief, but given his own - reaction - he could hardly have much to complain about, either. "Let's hurry," she murmured plaintively, the need clearly still in her eyes, though diminished. It did not take long for women to recover, after all. Her hand captured his uninjured one and she began tugging him toward the dragons still playing in the shallows, simply wanting to do right by her Phremath and retreat to one of their weyrs where they could take their time and do this properly. The thought drew a contented sigh from her. So long.
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Post by kysseh on Jul 25, 2008 0:32:10 GMT -5
Dohulth let out a soft rumble of amusement as his splash caught Phremath full-on in the face, tucking his head into his chest and half-flaring his wings in a gesture of pride. Ohh, if she wanted to play, he was a master at games! Her sudden aggression was surprising, though, and he let out a creel of upset at her snap. But... she had started it, hadn't she?! The poor brown could not identify the mixed messages he was being sent, not until she splashed him again and altered her mental voice to something that enticed him in a step closer. That voice reminded him of Flight... of Flying. Of course, it also reminded him of her rejection, but he was a dragon who seized on all opportunities, even if it just meant playing, in this case. She wanted to punish him with play, and he let out a deep rumble to remind her that he had kept up with her before. He could do it again.
As she arched her neck, he took another step closer, intending to turn this into something resembling a playfight. She, however, had other ideas, and he was momentarily alarmed by the rate at which she shot toward him, crooning anxiously in the hopes that she would not collide. He need not have feared, though the splash she sent his way had him snorting bubbles from his nostrils from all the water up his nose and across his face. Getting wet bothered him little, since they were already wet, but he was not about to let her get the best of him. He whipped his tail around and spun to face her. The great wings opened and dipped into the water, flapping with ferocity that the splashes very nearly reached their busy bondeds on the shore.
K'von watched as those lips came closer, taunting him. His tongue darted out to wet his own lips, and he murmured something vaguely about wanting her any way he could, though it came out a bit garbled due to his distraction. Her sudden response to his closure of the gap between them did not help matters either. Her eyes changed into something... lustier, more bestial in nature, and he groaned as her thighs tightened against him. Ohhh, but she had given in, and he wanted to rejoice and weep all at once. He wanted her so badly that it hurt, but he knew that this coupling would be... brief, at very best. He was too excited to prolong it, but this wasn't meant to be a painstaking process. No, they needed to get the edge off, or they would both explode.
Her gaze dropped from his, and K'von suddenly feared she would back away. But no... she was only removing the skirt, and though he had seen her nude before, somehow this view was far, far better. He assisted her in taking off his boots, his breath quickening as she took her sweet time in doing so. His groans became more apparent as she got to her feet and began to tease about the waistband of his pants. Ohh, she knew what exactly what she was doing, and K'von was not sure if it was that or the shyness in her smile that turned him on more. Shardit, but he wanted her right now.
"I will it," he growled out, eyes dark with lust as he reached for her with his good hand. "C'mere."
((Fade-out. Fade-in!))
His head lolled back against the rock, and K'von struggled to get his breathing under control, his chest heaving as his good arm continued to clutch at her. That had been incredibly short, and K'von was almost embarrassed by the speed with which he had reacted to her. But, she seemed to have no regrets, and he opened his eyes as her teeth made their way across his jaw, his hand lightly stroking her back, her rump, anything that would keep her this close.
He straightened his head on his neck, leaning forward to press a tender kiss to that apologetic little smile she offered. Ohh, he had no complaints to make, and for the moment, the need was under control. It would not last forever, though, so he needed to get her back to one of their weyrs quickly. He thought that his might suit better. The greenrider that he shared a bathing room with was almost never present, or if she was, he never, ever saw her. Yes, that would do quite nicely... if she agreed.
Her eyes begged him to hurry and get this over with, and he moaned but reluctantly allowed himself to be led, ignoring the fact that he was still unclothed. The weyr had seen him sprinting after Kali nude already. The weyrfolk could tolerate another eyeful, though he did take the time to touch on his dragon's mind to make sure the beast was all right. He had done it after every experience, just to make sure, and Dohulth had always responded similarly.
You are shameless, Mine. But she is good for you. the dragon told his before shoving another forefoot's worth of water at Phremath, crooning appreciatively at the green beauty. How playful she was! Her inclination toward games made him forget that she had slighted him, and now his focus was solely on entertaining her.
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Post by reqqy on Jul 25, 2008 17:06:14 GMT -5
Phremath tried to care about upsetting him. She truly did. But if he wasn't intelligent enough to figure out what she wanted, he wasn't worthy as her...playmate. Ah. There it was. She crooned to Dohulth, encouraging him. Yes, yes. Closer. She wanted to play with him. Was that so much to ask? Surely not! The green's croon dropped to a warning hiss. Was he underestimating her?! Dangerous dance. Dangerous, dangerous dance. She quivered with anticipation, but he was altogether too slow, altogether too tentative. And he had thought that he could win? Ha! Only aggression, only strength could hope to overcome her, and Dohulth was demonstrating a disappointing dearth of both. A flare of anger. Phremath had singled this brown out as her playmate, and he was not performing. Inexplicably, that insulted her. All of this spurred her to charge him as she had, only slightly relenting at the croon, though his lack of initiative still irritated.
A surprised, joyful cry greeted his whipping tail, Phremath barely managing to avoid its thick strength as it whined through the air. His great wings took up the counterattack. Glorious, terrible wings. They created of the river endless ammunition. She was forced back. A step. Two. Crooning growl. There was her brown, her Dohulth. The green coiled, presenting flank, ducking head behind an upheld wing - though she peered from beneath it and watched. Waited. Calculated. A pattern, in his wings. Flash of vulnerability. She counted. Muscles tensing, another explosive strike, tunnelsnake turned dragon, Phremath sweeping in as his wings hovered at their peak. Exposed chest. She paused inside his striking range. Momentary safety. Light tap, her head against his breast. Encouraging croon. Her shoulder turned into him, the female wrapping her jaws lightly around the base of one of his great wings - such as would fit. Mine, she intoned, almost lovingly. Certainly with adoration. My wings.
But then she broke from him, pulled back. Turned. Glanced over shoulder and swung, showering Dohulth with a fine sprinkle of droplets. My brown. Yes, hers. If Mine had His, Phremath had Dohulth. The green let loose a low, possessive growl. Her tail swung again. Time to play!
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She'd known that to remain as she wished to remain was to respond to his wandering touch, to put on a show for anyone who might come by this most public place. More, she knew that to remain as they were a moment longer was to give up all manner of reasoning, all self-conscious thought, and she would hardly care if the Weyrlingmaster brought along his young riders to watch them for a lesson, so utterly consumed she would be. Already, reason fled on gilded wings. Why not the river? Why not spend the afternoon, the evening in his arms, beneath the open sky? Kalierre struggled and found it, that one elusive thought to give her purpose. That one thought which gave her the strength to pull away. This, she wished to share only with K'von. Other eyes would cheapen it, make of it merely an act and not an expression. And to her, it had become more than just a tumble in the figurative furs.
But, oh, the devil's lips tested her resolve, made of it putty, just barely capable of maintaining its shape without outside help. How easy it would be...Luckily, he yielded to her insistent tugging. They stepped into the water where Kalierre finally released K'von's hand, amusement playing openly behind her eyes. Enjoying yourself, Phremath? The small green's tiny wings were going fast enough to generate a soft hum. So often had they worked those tight, bunched muscles that the movement of the stunted appendages had become a natural part of Phremath's nonverbal communication. At this speed, it meant she was excited in a positive way. Her childish delight was making Kalierre decidedly giddy. The dragonhealer had only been vaguely aware of the green when she was with K'von - they were more or less on parallel wavelengths - but as Kali's emotional temprament began to return to normalcy, so did Phremath's. And the young green loved to play and splash.
Dohulth is playing with me! she replied happily. Kalierre laughed. I can see that. It would have been interesting, if either Phremath or Kalierre were aware of it, to note the change in the dragon. Closer to the peak, the green had been distinctly more graceful and calculating - more assertive - something more expected of the dragonhealer as opposed to her bonded. But, after the peak, Phremath's success in the little play battle - in those instances where she was successful - became more a matter of luck and enthusiastic energy as opposed to any form of conniving. Pure joy, pure playfulness characterized her as she shook off Dohulth's splash and tossed her own head at him. The splash fell a little short, but she didn't seem to mind. To her, it was just fun to be part of the game.
The greenrider danced forward, avoiding any flailing limbs to add her own splashes as she spoke aloud for Dohulth's benefit, "Stop that! Come on, bo-" Shaking out her now streaming hair, she glared at Phremath, who returned that stare with innocent perplexity. "Did you want to be washed or not?" Kalierre's stern demeanor was broken by what sounded suspiciously like a suppressed giggle. You did promise, the green returned cheerfully. Taking that as acquiscence, the dragonhealer turned to retrieve the miraculously undisturbed sands both she and K'von had brought. Only to be doused by another monstrous wave of water.
Before Kalierre could react, however, a certain forgotten party decided that, as the world clearly revolved around him, it was about time people started paying attention to him again. He'd scurried away from the bonebags so as not to be crushed, and slithered about in the shallows to keep from being washed away, but in the momentary cessation he eyed the two dragons. Big Toothy already knew she belonged to him, just as Minepet did. They'd obviously claimed - though he could hardly understand why - Chewtoy and Big Dungface. Which of course meant that Lust now owned Chewtoy and Big Dungface as well. His reasoning was infallible!
Dungface was closer than Chewtoy, and so Lust leapt for the hind of the brown dragon, scampering up his hide and latching on to his flank with his claws. Big Dungface Mine, he announced to the world at large, and proceeded to gnaw at him, just to be sure that Dungface understood who was boss here.
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Post by kysseh on Jul 27, 2008 16:25:57 GMT -5
K'von wished she would not get her lovely self so far from him, but she endeavored to anyway. He let her release his hand and move away, though he could not help but adore the look of amusement in her eyes. Yes... that was what he wanted to see! Granted, seeing a look of pure lust turned toward him was always desirable, but this amusement, enjoyment... oh, that was much better. It was more permanent and lasting, and even if Kalierre was not amused by him, it was still a step in the right direction. She was not as tense or as weepy as she had been during their previous discussions. She seemed so much more... free now.
He paused in the shallows to avoid the splashings that the dragons were aiming at each other. The opportunity presented itself to admire a nude Kalierre laughing at their dragons, and admire, he did, looking her over appreciatively with eyes biased by their recent joining. Shards, but she was gorgeous... and funny. And patient with his antics, which was a lot more than he got from many women. True, she was too serious and too busy, but she seemed to be quite willing to play. His ego even went so far as to make him acknowledge that he had helped to loosen up that tension and free her up for enjoying life. Yes... he was a happy man right now... if not a wholly sated one. The need was starting to encourage him to reach for her, but he desisted, staying where he was.
He snickered and danced backward as another wave of water totally soaked the healer, sending a thought of approval toward his smug dragon. Nicely done! I don't think you missed a single spot on her. he said, grinning from ear to ear at her misfortune. As she got closer, he gave her a mildly apologetic look and gestured with the bandaged hand. "Sorry, Kalierre... I'd join you three in there, but I'd rather not soak this hand and have to bandage it up all over again," he said, and he truly was sorry. "Shame... I want to try it in the water sometime. Maybe we will need to bathe later." His eyebrows waggled lightly, and he let his gaze drift up and down her, stepping closer to gently smooth back her wet hair with his good hand. Shardit... oh, she was tempting him, so-
No, Mine. You promised me a bath. Dohulth said firmly. He had given as good as he had received during the water wars, though he had been reluctant to get truly aggressive with the much-smaller dragon. Her behavior was... surprising, and Dohulth had found himself constantly on the defensive. He did have the advantage of size and wingspan, though, so that was something in his favor. He paused in his splashings and then stalked closer to Phremath, letting out a playful growl. It appears you are distracted, Phremath... Ohhh, he planned to get her back for trying to claim his wings, the darling little tease!
Suddenly, the brown let out a startled hiss and paused, whipping his head around to catch a glimpse of the thing clinging to his flank. He realized what it was and growled softly, lifting that leg out of the water and shaking it incessantly in the hopes of dissuading the beast to let go of the moving haunch and get off. Unfortunately, the thing then announced his claim and began to gnaw, and Dohulth let out what could only be translated as an impatient growl. Little Chewing Brat is going to be eaten. he said loudly enough for all present to hear, trying to use the edge of one wing to brush the creature off. His flank twitched. Mine! Make him get off. It tickles... he complained.
K'von, however, was too busy howling with laughter to be of much assistance. The petulant and impatient mood that Dohulth was radiation in the set of his neck and whirl of his eyes was just too priceless. The brown rarely got into a mood, but this was sharding ridiculous... as well as hilarious. This greenpair was the worst and best influence on the two males that K'von could remember, and that only made him grin and laugh more.
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Post by reqqy on Jul 27, 2008 17:29:52 GMT -5
She'd noted that K'von hadn't followed her, but she really couldn't blame him. Even though there was very little chance of being crushed - neither Phremath or Dohulth would want that - it wasn't exactly safe to be splashing around between two scrapping dragons. Normally she'd be more concerned about safety. Right now? Hard to get herself back into that mindset, especially when comparing a little water war to the weyrling massacre, or even Betweening as Phremath and Kalierre were wont to do. Of course, now she was soaking wet. A small smile tugged at her lips, wondering if K'von was enjoying the view. He'd better be. She had plans for him later on. Delicious plans.
The greenrider might have plunged right back into the battle of the dragons had she not caught that smirky expression from the brownrider, her eyes narrowing. She stalked forward. "And wh-" But he was already apologizing. Not for what he should be apologizing for, though she would take whatever she could get. Her eyes flashed, but he was distracting her again. Sharding man. Always distracting her. She couldn't quite keep her eyes from roaming, nor the little giggle from escaping her lips at the thought of bathing with him later. Now that would be interesting. Of course, they'd never get anywhere if he continued to stand this close. The tingles were already coming back full-force, and her mind was supplying a flashing kaleidoscope of visuals. "The hand will definitely need to be washed," she murmured, attempting to make it seem as if she wasn't taking his meaning, even as she leaned her head into his hand a little.
Phremath, meanwhile, was in the midst of a little happy dance, trying to figure out how she could sneak up on Hers without Kalierre knowing first...when Dohulth's words snagged her attention. Uh oh! No, no, no, he was supposed to be helping her! The little green whirled, sending up a small tidal wave as she did, her wings pausing for a moment in their constant buzz. Her head tilted to one side as he moved closer, Phremath shrinking back warily. What was the silly brown planning now? She let out a chirping croon questioningly, then attempted a pose that accentuated her glistening hide. She was just a good little hatchling. See! Surely he wouldn't be coming after her...
Kalierre's laughter joined K'von's at Lust's announcement, the woman turning to watch her crazy bronze mandyr giving the brown flack. Even Phremath was amused, though she was careful not to make a sound so that Dohulth might continue to forget her for a few more precious moments. As for the bronze pest? He was not impressed. Clumsy Dungface, he chided, moving just enough so that the brown couldn't reach him with his wing. And no, Lust had no concept of private conversation. Anything he might choose to say was important for everyone to hear!
Well, he was tired of the flank now. The silly Dungface was putting up a fight, and that was not acceptable! Lust scampered forward, zigzagging around the brown's neckridges in a random pattern so it would be harder for Dungface to anticipate him. He then latched onto the base of the dragon's skull and began worrying him again, his little claws going a mile a minute against the unyielding hide. Lust! Dungface master Lust! Ooooh he was mad!
It seems like you're the one a bit distracted, Dohulth, Phremath uttered silkily, having edged closer to him as he was fighting with the salamandyr. She'd lowered herself into the water, small wings outspread, and now she fluttered them as quickly as she possibly could, showering Dohulth with all the water she'd collected. Toothy!! Lust wailed, not at all pleased to have the river raining down on him. He decided to take that out on Dungface, too, and started a scrambling attack all along the upper portion of the brown's neck.
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Post by kysseh on Jul 27, 2008 18:35:34 GMT -5
Uh oh... what had he done? Kalierre's narrowed eyes signalled possible danger in store, and K'von waited with bated breath to see if she was going to retaliate for his shameless enjoyment of the view of her delectable body. That reminded him. When they got somewhere comfortable, he wanted to try his mouth on her body to see if it could elicit the same effect as his touch. He licked his lips in anticipation, eyes dancing as he took stock of her appreciative look. Oh, yes, she should be looking, and he was distinctly smug at the fact that she could not seem to hold back the cute little giggle that emerged. He puffed up a little beneath her gaze, unable to resist a glorious feeling of satisfaction. Ohh, but he was male and proud of it!
Her murmur made him cringe at the thought of pain, completely distracted from their dragons' romping in the river. Loving in the water was good. Hand-in-pain in the water was not. "Not in this water. You don't want my poor hand to get all infected and unusable, do you?" he said, a distinct note of whining in his voice. No, infections were quite bad, and he would rather not lose the hand, not when there was so much soft skin on her body to explore. "There's a perfectly good bathing room attached to my weyr..." he suggested, his tone more than a bit hopeful. His bed was comfortable too, but that did not need adding. She would probably know that already.
Lust's announcements caught him off guard, and he turned to look at his brown, who was writhing furiously about in the deeper part of the river. He was momentarily concerned until he realized that the brown was not seizing... just responding to the attentions of an obviously irate bronze 'mandyr. He grinned. "Having fun, Wherryface?"
Dohulth had been thrashing furiously around, trying to turn and get his jaws around the little annoyance. He could feel the little creature scurrying up toward his neck, and he growled lowly. Lust is going to be master of the water. Dohulth stated plainly, stalking towards the deepest part of the river with renewed urgency. The little 'mandyr's scratching at the base of his skull tickled something awful, and the brown tossed his head around to the point where K'von feared it might snap right off his neck. Luckily, the brown had more sense than His and was keeping his wild flailings just short of personally dangerous.
Phremath's smooth tone was his only warning before he was promptly soaked again, and the brown lost whatever shreds of patience he had remaining. He gave a furious growl as Lust's efforts were increased, and then his gray-brown body flopped down beneath the water, wings and all. He remained there for a good handful of seconds and then popped back up, eyes whirling a quick yellow. Between his previous sullenness over her cruel rejection, Phremath's mysterious behavior, and Lust's annoyances, Dohulth's even temper had run out, and the brown, ignoring Lust now, stormed up toward the shore in an obvious bad temper.
K'von immediately sensed danger and moved to intercept, extending a hand, palm-outwards to his frustrated mindmate. Dohulth?! Heeey, buddy, slow down... he soothed the irate dragon, gently patting the soft nose that instinctively turned toward him. The brown was obviously in a foul sort of mood and blew out a frustrated snort that had K'von wishing he was clothed. Who knew that water could hurt when propelled at high velocity?! He just gently stroked the brown's nose and waited for him to calm, trying to subtly locate the offending bronze 'mandyr so he could grab it and pitch it across the river.
After a moment, he decided to try being rational. Talk to me? No. Dohulth's reply was so quick and short that K'von immediately decided to just stay quiet for the moment, just letting his brown fume in peace for a moment. It should have occurred to him to apologize to Kali, but Dohulth had his attention so completely that he had momentarily forgotten. His mindmate came first, always, and right now, Dohulth just needed a bit of soothing.
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Post by reqqy on Jul 27, 2008 19:46:47 GMT -5
Oh dear. K'von seemed to have completely mistook her meaning. Reaching out, she caught him lightly by the wrist - his good hand, of course - trying to get him to calm a bit for her. "I wasn't talking about the river, K'von." She frowned slightly. "You're right. It would probably end up infected here, and that wouldn't be good." So much for trying to tease him, eh? She didn't like it that he seemed so distressed. Then he was talking about his bathing pool, clearly trying to entice her, and she released his hand with a snort. "You're horrible, brownrider. Here I thought you were actually upset, and you're just trying to lure me into your weyr." She wrinkled her nose in a fair imitation of high passion.
Lust let out a little howl of fury as he plunged beneath the surface of the water. Not happy, no, not happy at all. He wasn't the only one not happy, though. Phremath stood frozen, shocked at Dohulth's reaction, her small wings taking on that nervous, intermittent flutter that she got when upset. The green was torn between following the brown and - well, not, as he seemed pretty scary to the young dragon right now. Her nerves didn't handle angry dragons very well.
In a rare show of pique, Phremath turned on Lust, capturing him in her jaws before the current could sweep him too much farther downstream. The salamandyr scrabbled at the inside of her mouth, but the green held on doggedly, giving her head a good shake. You're a little monster, you know that? she growled at him privately, displeased that he'd caused her Dohulth to turn into that scary brown on the riverbank over there. Toothy monster! Leggo! Leggo! The salamandyr was struggling in earnest, and unlike a dragon's hide, Phremath's mouth was actually pretty sensitive.
Kalierre, who at first had been concerned for Dohulth, was now paying no true attention to the brownpair as she darted through the water as quickly as she could. The current was putting up enough resistance to make it rather difficult, though, and, were anyone to come near her, they might have heard a string of imprecations being muttered beneath her breath. Although she wasn't sure what had possessed Dohulth to react as he had - Lust really wasn't significant enough to actually be hurting the brown - having Lust and Phremath at each other's throats was tearing at her mind. The headache pounding through her skull at the moment was enough to nearly make her eyes water, and she was worried about how much damage that stupid little git might be doing to the green's mouth.
Phremath. Let him go. She growled her defiance, frustrated enough to fight Kalierre on this one. He's hurting you. Let him go! By this time, the woman had reached the squabbling pair. The green spit Lust out with a snort. Lust kill Toothy, the bronze hissed angrily, attempting to battle the stream to have another go at Phremath. Kalierre snatched him up and ignored it when he buried his fangs deep into the fleshy part of her hand. Are you all right? she questioned her bonded tightly. He's evil. Yes. He is. Phremath, are you all right? The green was beginning to calm down now. She paused. Her mouth smarted a little, but there was no taste of ichor. Yes. I think so.
Leggo! Leggo! L'rineeater leggo! Wearily, the woman brought Lust up to eye level, though she made sure his questing claws couldn't reach her face. "Can't you ever behave? I have half a mind just to toss you right back in the river." The bronze salamandyr reluctantly stilled. "If you want us to be yours, you can't bite us. Biting is bad." Lust hissed. L'rineeater, he growled sullenly. "You're a big strong bronze, and I had a special job only you could do, but now I don't think you're strong enough. You've been very bad today." Just as she knew he would, Lust perked up at the praise. Lust can! She shook her head slowly. "I don't think so." Going limp in her grip, he tried his best for an innocent look.
Kalierre suppressed a smile. "I need someone to protect my clothes for me. Do you think you can do that? It's a big, scary job." He puffed out his little chest. Lust big! The dragonhealer made a show of pondering. "Well...I suppose we can give it a try..." By this point, she'd returned to the bank, Phremath shadowing at a safe distance. Kalierre watched Lust carefully as he scampered over to guard her garments. Only when she was certain that he wasn't about to cause any more trouble did she turn back to everyone else crowding the bank.
Open your mouth, the dragonhealer commanded of Phremath, sternly. The green lowered her head enough so that Hers could see. That wasn't very smart. Kalierre's hands ran over the inner walls. Everything seemed superficial. He made Dohulth mad, Phremath returned plaintively, afraid that Kalierre was upset with her now, too. I know, hun. The woman patted the green's snout. He's not very nice. But he could have really torn up your mouth, sweetheart. I'm sorry, Mine. It's okay. We just need to be more careful next time, yes?
The dragonhealer walked up behind K'von, her hand coming to rest lightly on his shoulder. Phremath continued to trail her like a lost pup, not meeting Dohulth's gaze. "Is he all right?"
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Post by kysseh on Jul 27, 2008 20:08:49 GMT -5
All thoughts of Kali and rolling in the furs or the bath had fled in favor of soothing his distressed mindmate, and K'von made a low noise in his throat, lightly stroking his hand down the gray-brown snout just before his face. Dohulth's eyes were whirling a quick yellow-orange, and the brown had moved all four feet close together, neck and back hunched in a posture that would remind one of a droopy and sulking child. Dohulth was no child, though, and the growling sounds he was emitting left no doubt of that. Despite the gentle comforts that K'von was offering, the brown refused to be soothed for the moment.
I do not like being confused, and /she/ confuses me and turns me away but then teases me. The little beast attacks you, attacks me. Do they want us? Hers wants You, but she does not want me. Dohulth muttered in utter confusion and anger. Under normal circumstances, he could tolerate any one or two of these things with his usual calm, easygoing patience, but a compound of all of the issues, when added to the uncertainty radiating from K'von, was just too much for the brown to handle. His was not the only one who was having trouble readjusting to life in community, it seemed.
K'von was startled by a hand on his bare shoulder, and he jumped a bit, eliciting a nervous huff from Dohulth. He quickly soothed the distressed dragon and then turned to glance back at Kalierre over his shoulder, eyes dark and troubled. "He will be. He's just.... upset. I think it's just everything overwhelming him," he said quietly, keeping his voice low to not alarm the already-stressed brown. Dohulth was unusually unhappy, and K'von was loathe to make it worse. "He's stressed."
That was a mild understatement, and Dohulth made a low noise of discontent, flaring out his overlarge wings and then tucking them in again. The poor brown had had enough of being ganged up on, and after such a violent rejection on Phremath's part, which was not forgotten, it was difficult for him to exercise his usual patience. He would later feel guilty for acting so like a weyrling, so rudely, but for the moment, he felt justified in being upset and not wishing to speak to the greenpair, though he watched them both with one whirling compound eye.
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Post by reqqy on Jul 27, 2008 20:37:48 GMT -5
The dragonhealer didn't look at K'von. Her eyes remained on Dohulth, appraising him in contemplative silence. He had been rather moody thus far today, hadn't he? But Kalierre hadn't known if that was normal for him or not, and she'd been - distracted - to say the least. Well, now it was fairly clear that he was in full sulk mode, and somehow she didn't think that the reason was entirely a little pest tickling him. "We'll leave you two alone for awhile," the woman finally responded, giving K'von's shoulder a light squeeze before nodding toward the river. Phremath looked from Dohulth to hers and back again, uncertainty clear in her gaze. "Come on, Phremath. Didn't you want a bath?" The green hesitated a moment longer, before moving to join hers at the riverbank.
For Kalierre's part, she was feeling...somewhat uncomfortable in her bare skin just now, with the mood shattered. But she didn't want to risk Lust going off on another dominance spree if she decided to reclothe herself, so she attempted to ignore it. I don't understand, Phremath told Hers, stealing another glance at Dohulth. He's tired inside. The green shifted from foot to foot as Kalierre began to work the sweetsand over her hide. Then he should sleep, right? The dragonhealer paused for a moment to find the right words. It's not really that sort of tired, she began slowly. You know how sometimes, when I wake up, I just don't want to go back to the infirmary? That's the kind of tired it is. Heart tired. Why? Kalierre had her suspicions, but she didn't want to upset Phremath. There's not always a reason. It just happens sometimes.
The bath continued in silence, Kalierre gently prodding Phremath one way or another. Finally, she nodded, and the green slid into the river to be rid of the sand. Nor did she come out of the water. Instead, she crouched low, lower, until the water was just below eye level, her gaze fastened upon Dohulth. Then she completely submerged herself. Kalierre watched the whole thing, and thought that it might well have been humorous - if the green's heaviness wasn't weighing on her as well. The dragonhealer watched the little stream of air bubbles before shaking her head and moving off to a boulder opposite the brownpair, pulling her legs up to her chest and staring off somewhere, unseeing. She thought of leaving, but...Phremath didn't seem to be in a hurry to do anything, and she was loathe to just leave them like this. Kalierre worried her bottom lip.
She'd been quietly watching Lust defend her clothes from a bevy of insects and a curious wherry when something tugged on her mind, and she glanced back toward the river. Kalierre blinked. Phremath was creeping up out of the water, wreathed in what looked like some sort of freshwater kelp. It was...an odd sight, to say the least, and this time a small smile tugged at her lips. In the green's mouth was another form of plantlife, a creeper with glistening flowers running all down its length. Still creeping stealthily, the young green laid the creeper down a dragonlength behind Dohulth, and crept just as silenly back to the water, slipping beneath the surface with hardly a ripple.
Kalierre shook her head, but said nothing to her bonded. Strange, strange green. But, in her own way, Phremath was trying to make Dohulth feel better - even if the dragonhealer couldn't quite understand her methods.
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Post by kysseh on Jul 28, 2008 15:49:46 GMT -5
When Kalierre squeezed his shoulder and quietly left the brown pair be, K'von nodded his head in thanks, gently running his one good hand across Dohulth's snout. The brown's tension was obvious, and Dohulth's mind was going in unusual circles over his upset. He let the brown mull over it on his own in silence, though his own mind was wandering too. It had been a frantic and upsetting few months since their arrival, and Dohulth had not suffered a severe upset like this in quite awhile. The steady brown had not panicked in their flight from Benden, their Turn alone, or during the attempted murder of the weyrwomen during the mess at the Hatching Grounds. In fact, the brown had put up with it all with remarkable good humor and patience. Being rejected and annoyed had probably just tested what remaining control the brown had, and Dohulth had thrown a long-overdue fit.
You are upset with me? the brown inquired quietly, and K'von quickly shook his head, and reached up his hand to scratch the brown's eyeridges as the dragon turned his head to regard his rider with one whirling eye. No, I'm not upset with you... was K'von's similarly quiet response, and that seemed to soothe the brown a little. The brown flicked his wings and began to relax, his back straightening out as he shifted his feet. His eyes had eased to just a yellow whirl that was gradually slowing, and K'von offered a heartfelt smile for his bonded at the recognition that the dragon's little tantrum was over. You want your bath now?
Dohulth wordlessly slipped into the water to wet his body again as K'von retrieved his bag of sand, the dragon lowering his body to be better within K'von's reach. It would have taken quite awhile to completely scrub over every inch, but the brownrider managed to get the basics and the itchier spots, which was really all it took to calm the brown. Though K'von realized he was still unclothed, Kalierre and Phremath were the last things on his mind until he shooed the brown into the river to rinse himself, and then he glanced over and saw Kalierre sitting off to one side. What was she doing?
You going to be okay, Wherryface? he inquired softly of his bonded, and Dohulth, still rolling himself in the river, responded with an appropriately affirmative thought. The brownrider watched his dragon for an extra moment, just to be sure the beast was all right, and Dohulth surfaced and snorted. I am fine, Mine. I just need to sleep. Go talk to your mate. he told his rider, which elicited a slight scowl from K'von. She isn't my mate! You Flew her.
K'von had to give the brown a point for that, and he made his way toward his healer friend, flicking her an apologetic smile, eyes slightly sad. "I'm sorry. He just... overwhelmed," he said softly, tentatively reaching out a hand to touch her arm. Dohulth was calmer now. Not happy, no, but he was calm and rational enough that he would not throw any more tantrums. He would need a good night's sleep and more careful affection, but the best thing now was to just let him calm himself. "Is Phremath all right? He didn't scare her, did he?"
Dohulth wandered into the shallows and gave himself a good all-over shake, eyes whirling a slow green. He was still sullen, but he was not as upset... not at anything in specific. Frustrated, oh yes, but with nothing specific to be frustrated at--minus the little bronze toothfiller--it would fade soon. He was walking out of the water when he paused in mid-step, foot hovering over a creeper laid on the shore. A flowering and pretty waterplant. Without moving his hovering foot, he lowered his nose to shove lightly at it, wondering what it was and why it was out of the water. He snorted lightly and nosed it again, having the frame of mind to look around for his green peer to see if she would know why such a thing was resting on the shore.
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Post by reqqy on Jul 29, 2008 0:46:55 GMT -5
Sitting on her rock, she basked in the sunlight, gradually loosening up again. The wind on her bare skin felt nice, if a little dry. It was weird being in the nude out in broad daylight, but...well, it had been a long time since her turns at Fort Hold, and she'd never really been truly holdborn. Nudity was unwise at Benden, but not uncommon, as dragonriders tended to be much more lax. Pushing the hair from her eyes, she coiled her legs beneath her, settling into a more comfortable position. K'von and Dohulth seemed to be fixing whatever the problem was. She hoped it didn't have too much to do with the Flight just - was it really yesterday? - but somehow she thought that was probably part of it. Phremath didn't need to know that. The green was just the sort to run up to Dohulth and apologize and fling herself at him, and Kalierre seriously doubted that would be of much help.
Besides, if the brown truly enjoyed her, Phremath would bring him around eventually. If he didn't? It wasn't an issue anyway. Her hair was beginning to dry. Running her fingers through it, she let out a quiet sigh and gave up. There would be no taming it. Occasionally, she cast her gaze out toward the river, trying not to linger too long on K'von - shards, but he was one gorgeous male, she had to admit - the woman keeping tabs on Phremath. Why the green was playing hide-and-go-seek under the river she wasn't quite sure. Her bonded wasn't actually afraid of Dohulth. She could tell that much quite easily. But she did seem to be rather - apprehensive. As if she were afraid that it wasn't just Lust that Dohulth was mad at, and she didn't want to know that, so she protected herself by not giving him a chance to snarl at her, too.
It was while she was pondering the water that K'von's hand touched her, the woman twitching slightly at the unexpected contact. When had he come over? She'd just assumed that they were more or less finished for the day, after Dohulth's outburst. One of the main reasons she'd been trying not to watch him. Kalierre didn't really want to have to deal with that particular frustration, as it wasn't one that she was completely able to relieve on her own. He looked rather...deflated. Certainly not his usual fun-loving self. Well, she could understand. When your mindmate was distressed it could be very difficult, and you didn't really want to distance yourself from it, because it was your mindmate.
Nodding silently, she reached down to grasp his wrist, urging him up to sit beside her. The rock was large enough for both, certainly. She wasn't really looking to restart anything, but she thought he might want the company or the contact. Kalierre knew she got awfully lonely, especially when down, and it could be depressing to feel like you were alone - even though you had some other creature sharing your head. Humans needed human company. This she was certain of, after her long stint at the various weyrs on Pern. A dragon was something wondrous, but it didn't erase that need. Nothing could. Genetically, humans were just hardwired to be social, it seemed.
Frowning slightly at K'von's questions, she cast a glance back toward the river and the small little bubbles she thought might be Phremath. "She's a little upset, but I don't think it's because he scared her. At least, if it's fear, it's a very complicated sort. Phremath's not being particularly communicative." Shrugging, she smiled slightly, her eyes indicating that she was a tad troubled. "That's not necessarily bad? It may just be that she wants to handle this one on her own." Kalierre ran a hand through her hair, cocking her head curiously as Dohulth seemed to have found the creeper. Ohhh, there was Phremath. Her head rose just a little above the surface, but when Dohulth turned to look toward the water, it swiftly disappeared again.
The green's hearts beat quickly. She didn't want him to see her just yet...she wasn't sure if he had accepted her little peace offering, and Phremath didn't want to make Dohulth any more upset. He'd seemed so poofy, all arched and angsty like he'd been, and she hadn't at all liked his stare. She'd thought that Dohulth had liked playing with her. Phremath was just a little hurt at that, but she let it go, as she let most things of that sort go. Why couldn't he do something so she'd know if he was in a better mood or not? His eyes weren't all scary, but that might just be because she wasn't there to bother him anymore...
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Post by kysseh on Jul 29, 2008 3:15:16 GMT -5
K'von was more than relieved when she nodded and tried to tug him up beside her. He had been a little worried that he had scared her upon first approaching, given her twitch, but she seemed at ease with it. It took him longer to climb up, especially with his injured hand still kept away from his wet torso. But, he got up, somehow, and settled down beside her. She was nearly dry, but he could not help resting his side against hers, resting his face briefly on the bared skin of her shoulder. She had said nothing so far, but just being in her company, touching her, helped. Dohulth's inner turmoil had his sensitivities working overtime, and the brownrider was glad for her not leaving them alone. He needed the comfort and distraction that her presence brought, though he could not express that aloud.
He lifted his head and followed her gaze toward the river, the little bubbles at the water's surface. He frowned and cocked his head quizzically to one side, looking more like his usual clueless self. She seemed a bit stiff, upset, and her words betrayed the source. Phremath was upset too, it seemed, and K'von felt terrible for having bothered the greenpair. It was not Kalierre's fault that her little brat of a salamandyr had neatly sliced through the remaining shreds of Dohulth's patience. Neither was it her fault that the brown was completely and utterly frustrated on more than one level, though he supposed he could indirectly try to blame her for the Flight. That thought made him want to slap himself. No... that had not been her fault, though it did bring up the thought of next time. Yes... next time, he was leashing her to a wall. That way, no heroics would be necessary, and there would be no more upsets, regardless of who Phremath chose for her mate.
He saw Phremath surface and then disappear again, wondering what the green was up to. Well... whatever it was, it seemed to be between her and Dohulth, and he was content to let his unusually quiet dragon work that out for himself. Dohulth was usually better at that sort of thing, anyway. The brown had nearly endless quantities of patience. "I think they know to appeal to us if they're really desperate. Dohulth is a little better now. I think he wants to talk to her... but it's hard to tell. I hate it when he gets like this," the brownrider said quietly, and he took the liberty of nuzzling lightly at her neck. "I'm sorry you had to witness it. I should've kept better tabs on him. He's normally the... stable one of the two of us."
That was putting it mildly. Dohulth was steady as a rock. Oh, K'von could be the same way, in the right circumstances, but Dohulth was a mountain, rarely moved to act outside of his normal, playful patience. "I think... after the Turn alone, plus what we saw at Benden, plus the Flight... I think he just got overwhelmed. He took it pretty hard when Phremath turned away from him," he admitted quietly, though there was no hint of guilt or accusation in his voice. It was simple fact, nothing more or less. The brown had been incredibly distressed when the lovely green had spurned him for His doing right by Hers. "Sorry... I'll shut up now." Open mouth, insert foot. He felt incredibly insensitive. "I shouldn't have brought that up." And yet, he kept talking. Now he truly shut his mouth, just watching their two mindmates.
Dohulth was not a stupid dragon, and the mild disturbance on the water's surface had him suspicious. He turned his gray-brown head back down toward the creeper and nosed it again, trying to sort out its purpose. It was.... a plant. A pretty plant with pretty flowers, yes, but what a waterplant was doing up on the shore, out of the water, alone, was completely beyond him. He sniffed lightly at it, wondering. He caught His staring at the bubbles in the river, and the brown tilted his head. Was that the bronzepet in there or... no. Where was Phremath?! He wanted to ask her about the plant-thing.
He snorted softly and opened up his wings, head twisting as he glanced up and down the river and both sides of the shore. He saw no indication of the green anywhere, and he could see fairly far away. Hers was still here, so barring a charging flight into the air--which Dohulth thought he would have noticed--Phremath must still be lingering nearby. His eyes whirled a little quicker, and he padded along in the shallows, trying to see if the green was hiding underwater. Unfortunately, being that greens were green, it was hard to tell if she was anywhere. It annoyed him... and intrigued him. Where had she gone?! The humans were suitably occupied with talking or some other human thing, and he continued to do a completely disorganized search of the river until he neared the point of disturbance in the deeper water. Then he shoved his nose in as if trying to sniff her out. A futile gesture, but it betrayed his frustration. Why could he not find this elusive little creature?!
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Post by reqqy on Jul 29, 2008 14:48:39 GMT -5
Watching him struggle, she wanted to just reach out and draw him up. He was larger. Still she was not unused to lifting people, and with K'von it would not be dead weight. But Kalierre allowed him his struggle, contenting herself to give only what he asked for, as she would have with any patient - within reason. Her hand slid out to steady herself as he came to lean against her, warm and moist with the water still beading along his skin. She purred quietly, instinctively responding to him, her hand coming up to run lightly through his scalp as his head came to rest against her shoulder. She thought to speak, but - why? They communicated more by the simple touch, sharing and giving comfort. Words would simply shatter it. Her eyes traced the small bubbles in contemplative peace.
Her eyes flicked to him as he moved. Again, she said nothing, not wishing to break their silent vigil. What was a question? An answer? Words. The quiet spoke more than simple syllables. Kalierre was a woman who appreciated silence, in its place. And here it was comfortable to her. K'von seemed to need to fill the quiet, and she accepted that, though she'd been just fine as they were. The fingers that had never quite left his hair curled slighly in response to his words. "They'll work it out, if they truly want to," the dragonhealer agreed quietly. And if they couldn't? It might be a little awkward, but she wasn't planning on giving up the first man she'd shared herself with in turns just because Phremath and Dohulth were having a little trouble getting along.
Her head tilted back slightly as he moved against her neck, a small sigh escaping her. She looked down at him through her lashes. "Really?" The sarcasm was gentled by a small tug at the corner of her mouth. "I'm afraid you can't take all the blame, K'von." Her hand moved from his hair to trace lightly down his cheek, the small little smirk turning into something more like an impish smile. "You were a little distracted...as I recall." She really couldn't help herself. It was his fault, after all, cuddling up to her and breathing on her neck. Kalierre was a woman when all was said and done, and though her sex was generally better about keeping focused, that didn't mean they were good at it.
She sobered almost instantly. Sometimes she just didn't think. Those times seemed to be more frequent with K'von than with most others, because he was just easy to relax around. At least for her. Kalierre had always had a sense of humor, however rarely used it was, and she'd grown up in a world where fidelity wasn't a big concern. Did she think this brownrider was a player? Oh yes. How could she not, when he was so shamelessly flirtatious? It just didn't bother her. To her, K'von was a fun-loving, goofy player with just enough sensitivity to make him worth being around - and there was certainly enough wit behind those eyes. Strange that she had to remind herself there had to be more to him than that.
He was so awkward. Her gaze softened. And turned a bit inward, at that. Alone for a turn? Had he told her that before? She didn't think so. What were he and Dohulth doing on their own for so long? Poor things; they must feel quite out of their element now that they were back in a weyr again. "Hey," she murmured. "It's the truth, right? That whole thing was a disaster. And I'm not sure I could have handled it as well as you and Dohulth did." Just thinking of the amount of restraint the browrider would have had to use with her while getting his hand bandaged was enough to make Kalierre self-conscious. No, she doubted she would have been right back out there the next day with the two that had just spurned her. Dohulth and K'von were made of some pretty strong stuff.
Uh oh. Dohulth must have seen her, or seen something. Phremath inched backward, hunkering down lower in the depression she'd found. Just don't breathe a lot, and maybe he wouldn't notice the bubbles. She'd wanted to hide amongst the rushes, but that part of the river was too shallow and she'd be sticking up in so many places it would just be silly. He didn't seem to know exactly where to look, and that made her feel a little more at ease. Phremath waited for his legs to twist away, quickly surfacing for another breath of air while his attention was directed elsewhere.
Then his head suddenly plunged down into the water less than a dragonlength from where she was secreted, and a flurry of bubbles burst from her mouth at her shocked exhale. Phremath shrunk in on herself. Maybe he wouldn't see? Oh, great. Now her lungs were burning.
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Post by kysseh on Jul 29, 2008 17:44:30 GMT -5
Her fingers running through the mop of his hairstyle reminded K'von of his mother. That should have made him want to edge away from the healer, but the touch was just too soothing. Not... arousing. Just comforting, reassuring... like some affirmation that he was alive, well, and cared about. He cautiously looped his good arm around her, nestling his head back down onto her shoulder again. Yes, it was wonderful to just have some contact with her, and he rested in quiet for a moment, mulling over all of what she had said. She had a few valid points, but.... he was male, after all. He had to protest a few things.
"We didn't handle it well," he admitted. "Dohulth... he likes Phremath and wants to keep near her, but... we both sulked as soon as we escaped back to our weyr. If you hadn't put a strict ban on alcohol, I would've gotten myself completely drunk and passed out." He needed to adjust the filter between his brain and his mouth, apparently, for being relaxed seemed to twitch the setting to the 'off' position. The last thing he wanted was to guilt her. She didn't need it; she didn't deserve it. If anything, he should be the guilty one, for saying as much as he had. He needed to try again.
Instead, he shifted against her, wishing he could bury his face against her shoulder. He felt so... incapable of anything, everything. Dohulth was doing better now, but he had not foreseen today's outburst, and that bothered him. Normally, he was not so blind to his dragon's upset. He was getting to lax.... too relaxed. Selenitas life had softened him up to the point where he was losing his edge. "I think I'm getting soft and inattentive in my old age," he said dryly, pressing a light, chaste kiss to her shoulder in silent thanks. It appeared they were going to take turns in comforting each other. Well... there would be no hysterical tears on his part. He would die of shame if Kalierre caught him crying. "I need to get into some more rigorous training, keep my mind and body working. It'll keep Dohulth from blocking me out again," he added, critical of himself for missing how very wounded the dragon had been, still was.
Said dragon was in the middle of trying to locate his peer in the water. Instinct and logic told him she was nearby, but he could not find her amidst the darkness of the water. He blew out a frustrated snort, eliciting a flurry of bubbles around his muzzle before he withdrew his head. Where was she?! Compound eyes whirling a quick green in his agitation, he shuffled his feet around the bottom, wondering if she could be concealed beneath the surface still. If so, she must be-
He was alarmed by the sudden flurry of bubbles popping up less than a dragonlength from his nose, and he immediately moved to investigate, alarmed by the burst of air. Was that Phremath down there, beneath the water?! He thought he could see a dark shape, but perhaps that was just wishful thinking. Regardless of that, the amount of air that had erupted had him concerned that the little green had slipped underwater and was drowning. It was not a rational thought, considering how relaxed Hers was with His, but the brown was concerned nonetheless. He stuck his head beneath the surfaced and nudged urgently at the dark shape. Phremath?! If his actions did not give him away, the obvious concern in his mental voice did. She could not be allowed to drown!
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