To lead (Tag Tiger/K'roi)

[Tashe]

Rubbing an eye with the back of her hand as she roused from her slumber, Kaegan opened an eye only to shut it once again. The sound of rain against rock was trying to lure her back to sleep, despite how much she wanted to embrace her dreams again, her body had reached its sleeping capacity for the day. Slowly peeling back her eyelids, the Weyrwoman stretched out her arms and then her legs, feeling the body that lay beside her as she did so. Twice before she had woken up in this type of predicament, both times she had immediately slipped into her skittish and submissive state, but this time she felt a little more relaxed than normal. Whether it was waking up to rain, the fact she had finally accepted the reality of her situation, or a combination of both, it really didn't matter. Sliding gently from the embrace of the Flight's winner, Kaegan sat up and swung her legs over the side of the bed, using some of the excess furs to cover her front but not bothering with covering her back. He would see the scars eventually, rather he had already seen them, so there was no use trying to cover them up and hide them away. Somehow, they had made it to her personal Weyr. It didn't surprise her much, seeing that her 'home' wasn't very far away from the flight room at all, flightlust had made the journey seem longer than it had been.

Who would have ever thought that the shy and frightened Benden escapee would become the Senior Weyrwoman? Kaegan had secretly hoped that Savitri's Hepaticath would Rise before her own Queen, but the fates always seemed to have it in for her. Acceptance was the one thing she had always had to endure, and it seemed she was to continue to endure it even now. Shaking her head slightly, Kaegan clutched at the furs and held them close to her body, content to watch the rain through the opening to the ledge. Who did we choose...

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The ledge of another Riderweyr shielded them mostly from the rain that fell in sheets, offering all but some of their tails a dry place to rest. Rousing from her sleep as a voice entered her dreams, Millieth stretched her wing that wasn't pinned against the Bronze's form. /Mmm... Gareth and His K'roi./ She was sore, but the euphoria of the flight was still upon her, so the sting had a lessened bite to it. Curling tiredly into her mate, Millieth nuzzled against his neck as she curled her tail into the dry zone. She was happy that she had chosen a Bronze, they tended to be more cuddly anyways.

[hseru]

The faint stirring of the body beside him wasn’t quite enough to rouse him to a wakeful state. It came slowly, in the normal stages as breathing rate increased and deepened, and a warm sense of contentment settled right into his bones. He felt… good. Not unusual, really, but he couldn’t quite remember why he felt so good. Gareth brushed lightly against his mind with a greeting, the Bronze’s thoughts full of satisfaction that K’roi could associate with only one thing, which would also explain the deep sense of ease he felt. You won a Flight?[/b] Millieth. I won the sun.

Blinking lazily, his dual-toned eyes finally focused on the ceiling above the bed. His brow wrinkled a bit as the rock didn’t fit any he recognized, but now at least he knew why. He must be in Kaegan’s weyr. He certainly knew what the ceiling of the Flightroom looked like. He suddenly winced at a new and completely unwelcome thought. Weyrleader. Oh, shardit and Faranth help him.

Turning his head, he found that the Weyrwoman had yet to leave her bed, and sat on the side, watching the soft rain. A breeze swirled the sweet scent of water through the weyr, and he inhaled deeply, taking the moment to enjoy it. The drought had been too long, and even now he still couldn’t get enough of a good rain. He resisted the mild impulse to go to the ledge and lean out into it. Instead, he scooted up just a bit, his eyes soft as they moved briefly over the silvery scars so very evident on her back. He wanted to reach out and touch them, but negated that thought. It was amazing that the skittish woman was still in bed. He could at least give her the respect of keeping his hands to himself, though her half-revealed form was giving him lingering feelings of just how sweet their coupling had been.

Instead, he coughed softly, shifting to his side so as to face her and propping up onto his elbow, head in hand as he causally flicked the bedclothes over his nudity. “.. I love the rain… “ He stated softly, not so much to keep from scaring her -she’d undoubtedly felt him moving- as to keep from breaking the musical sound of the rain. He smiled a bit, amused with himself. Look at him, talking about the weather like he was some pup just having woken from his first Flight. Well, the sooner she shooed him away, the sooner he could leave without seeming like an ungrateful lout. He certainly didn't want to be the one to add to Kaegan's distrust of men.

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Already awake, Gareth cooed to his Queen as she woke, nuzzling her gently and adjusting just a bit to give her more room if she so desired. He tucked his head back, laying it next to hers, his eyes whirling with contented greens and blues, a lingering trace of violet just barely visible and still fading. His ardor had been long in ending. The coolness of the rain on his tail helped to cool his heated body, so he left it there, letting the tip swing back and forth with easy movements. Shifting his wing a bit, he re-settled it lightly over her, tucking it close.

[Tashe]

"... I love the rain..."

She didn't notice the Bronzerider's movements, but his voice bought her mind back from out in the rain. Tensing slightly out of instinct, Kaegan tightened the grip on the furs, loosening it and her muscles a few moments later. The Weyrwoman took a slow, deep breath, calming herself in a way she had picked up from one of her friends. Letting it out quietly, Kaegan looked over her shoulder, hazel eyes regarding K'roi as meekly as the small smile she offered. "So do I." She turned away from the man, reaching for the robe that made it's home on the small table near her bed. It happened to be her favorite one, slipping it on the Goldrider wrapped the front around her and tied it against her with a bow. Red and silky it fell to her knees as she stood up, the soft material making a whisking sound as she moved.

Pausing a moment as a thought consumed her, Kaegan turned to face K'roi as she tugged on a small lock of her hair. "Do you... um... do you want..." Her nerves always seemed to kick in when she spoke to Bronzeriders, no matter how much she tried to speak normally. "Um..." Another pause. "Do you want breakfast or something, I mean I can put on klah at least. I mean, I'm hungry and I was wondering if... you were too?" Even though she kind of blurted it out in a fast ramble, she supposed it was much better than stuttering and not finishing her sentence. She hadn't been very nice to her previous flight partners, she could at least show this one some courtesy, especially since they were going to be running the entire weyr together. Better to get off on a shaky, but good foot, rather than a shaky and bad one. She was quite aware of the way she acted around men, and what some people thought of her.

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/You are awake./ Crooning, Millieth softly rubbed her nose against his, taking a moment before continuing. /You are the King now, king of all the Dragons./ She cocked her head slightly as she readjusted her head on her forelimbs, curling into his warmth. /How do you feel today, handsome one?/

[hseru]

K’roi smiled a bit, and rolled over to sit on the other edge of the bed, placing his back to her for a moment while he ran his fingers through his unruly hair, catching on a few knots and cursing faintly at the abrupt sting before disentangling his fingers. Much as he usually enjoyed flights and the subsequent results, he felt a little odd now. He could tell she wasn't comfortable with him, which he'd anticipated, but she was also trying to force herself to be hospitable. He appreciated the effort, but it wasn't really necessary.

“You don’t have to force yourself, Kaegan.” He glanced over his shoulder at her, trying to look compassionate and understanding without coming across as patronizing. He smiled a bit. “I appreciate the offer, but if you don’t want me to be around, I’ll be happy to leave.” He shrugged lightly, smiling a bit more. “If, on the other hand, you wouldn’t mind tolerating me for a bit longer, I’d be glad to have breakfast with you. I'd like to get a chance to know you a bit better.” K'roi turned, looking around surreptitiously for his clothes and not a little surprised to find he could only see a shirt he recognized as his own. Which meant he'd have to either leave naked, or ask her for something to wear. Maybe he could wrap his shirt around his waist.

He didn’t really know how to go about talking to the virtually unknown woman. They’d crossed paths only rarely and most of what he knew was from hearsay. Funny, considering their positions as Gold and Bronzerider, but such was they way of things. It was especially difficult to talk easily since Shmee’s death. The unexpected sadness of that thought brought the emotion to his face, but he quickly suppressed it. He waited for her reply, ready to leave if she said so.

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Gareth rumbled agreeably, rubbing her nose in return. I feel wonderful, as would anyone who were chosen by such a beauty as yourself. He released a soft breath, letting it flow over her neck. How about yourself? I hope you are feeling as good as I am. He began thrumming, the sound low and deep.