Oh No! {Tags Kysseh & Ryry}

[ravenmane]

It was busy in the Kitchens that day. People were swarming all over the place, and many were squeezing together like sandwiches to make room for companions. Whenever someone, no matter his rank, approached a table hiding in the shadows, he was always glared at by the single occupant and his trio of fire-lizards. The table hoarder happened to be Sk’ler along with Soltun, Joolree, and the newest edition, Bolli. His hazel eyes stared into the face of a rather persistent candidate that wouldn’t leave him alone. No matter what he did, the short black-haired girl kept coming back to see if she could sit with him. Finally, after appearing a seventh time, Sk’ler lost his patience. “Get out of here! Can’t you see that I want to be alone?” His eyes blazed a startling green as he snarled at the candidate. The Green flit perched on the girl’s shoulder screeched at Sk’ler with anger.

Instead of returning to his food, Sk’ler brushed past Kalushka and shoved her away from him. “You better realize when you’re not wanted!” His warning came as a hiss as he stalked out of the Kitchens. When he found himself outside, Sk’ler broke into a run. He wanted to find somewhere to hide, but he didn’t know where. It felt like only a matter of moments until the boy found himself sitting up against one of the walls of a stall in the Stables. It had been the first place to pop into his mind because so few people owned runners, and Sk’ler had spent some of the better days of his life around the sturdy creatures. His eyes closed as he tried to steady his breathing. The run to the Stables had been more like a sprint in his desperation to find some peace and quiet. His hands stroked the napping forms of Joolree and Bolli while Sk’ler tried to think of something to do.

Then Triniath spoke.

I nee— STOP! Asla.. The rest of the Brown’s words were drowned out as a sudden punch of lust, longing, and need hit Sk’ler in the gut. He gasped with shock as he tried to control himself, but the emotions were too strong to control. Launching into the air like a jackrabbit, Sk’ler frantically tried to unlock the stall he had been hiding in. His fingers refused to work as the boy’s mind screamed at him. Get Out! Get Out! Get Out! Get Out! The continuing chant forced Sk’ler to make his fingers steady, and when he undid the lock, he burst out of the stall like his back end was on fire. Soltun, Joolree, and Bolli were circling the boy’s head and screeching with panic. They too had never experienced such feelings, and the fear Theirs was felt was only making them panic more. Sk’ler hurtled out of the Stables and right into something very solid…

[kysseh]

He is very cute, you know. Bossy, yes, but his hide is very shiny, and he is very big. If he were a dragon, I would certainly like him quite a lot...

Unable to contain herself, Fiona laughed aloud at her dragon's prattling, amused by Raiyth's description of their new bunkmate. Ever since she had brought the bronze firelizard back to their quarters in the weyrling barracks, Raiyth had been nearly beside herself with glee at the little creature and had insisted that she get to nuzzle him on occasion too. The weyrling could see why: Ego was quite endearing, especially when asleep. Then, of course, he would wake up and demand food and attention, and he was not quite so good a companion. He was growing on them, though, and they on him. Earlier, he had begun to nibble on Fiona's ear in a manner unlike the way he bit her hand when she didn't give him food fast enough. That, along with the quiet chirping, seemed to hint at the fact that the bronze firelizard really did like her, in his own unique little way.

Ego was not with her, though. He was sprawled out asleep on her bed back at the barracks where Raiyth could keep a watchful eye on him, and Fiona was grateful for that. She had been itching to go for a walk, and now she found herself meandering about, albeit not going anywhere that required taking a boat. She was not feeling that adventurous or energetic; just being up and moving and outside was enough to soothe her unusual restlessness. She had let Raiyth's chattering fade into the background until she was alerted to the fact that the chatting had stopped. Frowning, she paused in her walk, wondering and preparing to prod Raiyth as to what caused the sudden silence.

Before she could, every emotional receptor she possessed promptly went into overdrive, and Fiona was hit with a mix of instincts and feelings that were unfamiliar and yet her own at the same time. Eyes widening, the weyrling struggled to tamp down her anxiety and find the source of the emotional surge, trying to process the fact that she wanted to jump the nearest person and do unspeakable things. Openly affectionate as she was, Fiona would not have minded in the least were she not completely overwhelmed by the mix of unfamiliar emotions. Not knowing what was going on or where the feelings were coming from, the easily-excitable weyrling promptly began to hyperventilate, albeit not by choice. This was awful. She had to hide. Yes, that was it... get somewhere where she could get away from the surge of feelings battering at her already-stressed mind.

In her panic, she looked around for the closest place to hide, the safest place. Spying the stables, she made a break for it, running as fast as her legs could carry her, which was not nearly fast enough to outrun the feelings. She was shaking now, trying to breathe and stop breathing and relax and excite all at once, and she barely noticed that she was on a collision course with-

-something warm and solid and there. Whatever or whomever he--oh, yes, he was a he--was became an instant rock of sanity in her overloaded mind, and before she could bounce off of him, her hands came up, clinging to him with all her might despite her stumbling at the sudden halt in momentum. The impact had knocked the wind out of her for an instant, and as her air came back, so did her voice. "W-w-what... I... oh, shards..."

Not that it did her much good, of course.

[ravenmane]

As he collided with Fiona, Sk’ler groaned. His chest hurt since it looked like both people had been going very fast. His eyes stared down at the girl clinging to his shirt, and any objection he had died swiftly. Even if it had been a man, Sk’ler probably wouldn’t have raised an verbal objections, but the Weyrling was still nervous in any social situation, especially this type of incident. His hands tried to pry off her clutching finger, but to no avail. This girlie wasn’t coming off! Sk’ler closed his eyes as he tried to hide his desperation to escape the companion of the other Weyrling. Yes, he knew she was a Weyrling, but she was a Junior instead of a Senior. The boy had observed the girl Impressing a Green during the Hatching of the Tropical Clutch, and what he watched, he usually remembered.

As the seconds ticked by, Sk’ler could feel himself losing it. Lust was flooding his entire body and slowly taking over his mind. His heart cried, Leave! Flee! Run Away!, but his lust-induced thoughts screamed, Stay! Stay! STAY!, and Sk’ler was quickly succumbing to the lust. Mine! Come BACK! Trin— Before he could respond to his Brown, Sk’ler’s mind was overcome with Flightlust, and his own hands clutch the female Weyrling’s shoulders tightly. Soltun had returned to his rider just as the boy slipped away. Sensing his Bonded’s state of mind, the little Brown had begun hissing and waving his claws threateningly. In response to the annoyance he felt, Sk’ler pushed Soltun away. The Brown darted away from the offending to circle around Sk’ler’s hand and hiss at Fiona. As usual, Joolree followed her clutch-brother’s example. Only little Bolli, whose personality was as bland as water, remained perched on a stall door.

“P-please…” Sk’ler whispered while his voice filled with desperation. He had taken control of his mind for only a moment, but it wasn’t likely that the girl would even understand him. The Weyrling’s hands continued to clutch Fiona’s shoulders, but as the minutes ticked by, their grip was slowly loosening. Temptations floated through the boy’s head as he tried to get control of himself. His hands ached to touch Fiona’s face, to caress her smooth skin, or hold her against him forever. Such emotions were foreign to the boy, but they were beginning to become a familiar fantasy…

[kysseh]

Somehow, through her anxiety and the sounds of her own panicked breathing, Fiona faintly heard her new savior emit a groan. Her grip tightened, and she lifted her face to look at him, trying to process what had been meant by it. Unfortunately, her lust-filled brain could only come to the conclusion that he wanted her, which was ridiculous, especially considering the look in his eyes. Then she felt fingers trying to pry her own off, and her eyes widened. She let out a soft, piteous cry and clung tighter, hunching her shoulders and pulling herself in as close to his warmth as she could. And he was very warm. Were all men this warm, or was she just the warm one?

She heard hissing and registered something brown--or was it green? Oh, no there were two of them!--in her visual vicinity. She then realized that there were hands on her shoulders, clutching her, and her panic receded a little. Her rock of sanity, whomever he was, was no longer pushing her away, and she pressed her face against his chest. The strange feelings were not going away, but they seemed a bit more delightful than frightening. It was making far more sense now that she wanted to touch him. Why shouldn't she? There was nothing wrong with a little affection and...

His stuttered whisper echoed in her brain, and her grip reflexively tightened at the desperation in his voice. No, he was going to leave her, wasn't he?! The mere thought made her want to cry, and she fiercely shook her head, dark curls bouncing around her face as she gulped down precious air. Couldn't he just stay for a little while? That would appease the strange feelings and make the panicking stop. Somehow, she pushed herself up on tiptoe, her face seeking out the bare skin of his neck, her body shivering with both fear and delight at the thought of it. What was wrong with her?!

[ravenmane]

When Fiona cried and pulled herself closer, Sk’ler could only think about how nice it felt to have someone, especially a girl, cuddling with him. Of course, it was his lust induced thoughts speaking, but hey, he was only a male, and Fiona happened to be a very pretty female… NO! I am not going to… But she’s sooo pretty! NO! NO! NO! But…but, look how she wants you! You know you want her! NOOOO! Mine, are you ok— NOOOOOOO! Oooooookkkkkkkkk… Sk’ler could feel his sanity slipping with every moment Fiona stayed pressed against him. It felt oh so very right and oh so very wrong. One part of Sk’ler, mainly his brain which was being deceived by Flightlust, was rooting for dragging the girl into one of the stalls and “playing” in the hay while the more sane part of the Weyrling was screaming at him to run away as far as he could and hide in the jungle somewhere.

Naturally, the part of him being controlled by Flightlust won. As Fiona’s face touched his neck, Sk’ler officially succumbed to the lust. His mouth sought the girl’s as he began to gently pull her in the direction of the stall he had earlier vacated. The Weyrling’s hands held tightly onto Fiona, keeping her close and his. Yes, he was now beginning to think of an innocent girl who he had never even spoken to as His property. It didn’t matter that the two had never really gotten to know each other. What mattered was the fact that they were about to have a roll in the hay, and they, mainly meaning Sk’ler, were currently under the control of Flightlust which was caused by the extremely evil wonderful Aslath. If Sk’ler was in his right mind, he would probably be planning how to kill the Senior Queen, the Junior Queen, and all of the Green dragons (which included his Green flit Joolree) that would force him to experience lust and need, but the boy was not in his right mind because he was concentrated on how he could convince the oh so pretty Fiona to “play” in the hay with him. Underneath the flight induced thoughts was a extremely terrified person who would rather kick one of Aslath’s eggs during the Touching then be where he was. With a Girl. All alone. In the rarely used Stables. With Aslath Rising to mate.

It was very obvious that this was not going to be a good day.

[ryanne]

When the lust touched R'lor, he didn't know what to do. His first thought was to run. He was not okay with the feelings that were rushing all over him. He wanted to get lost, get somewhere that wasn't populated by anyone he would feel the urge to drag into a dark corner and satisfy himself with. No, he needed to get away from people. The first place that came to mind was the Weyrling Barracks, but he knew plenty of people would be running there. So instead he headed for the stables. No one ever went there and surely that would be the last place people would run in a lust-crazed haze.

But then he saw the worst sight that he could have possibly seen at that point in time. A girl, pushed up against another guy in an obviously lustful position. He stood there for a moment, an inner turmoil building up inside of him. The lustful portion of his mind called for him to walk over there, join them. But the sane part of his mind said to make some sarcastic comment and then run like his life depended on it. His sanity depended on his ability to get away.

"Why don't you go find some furs somewhere that the entire weyr can't see you?" he called out to them, though he was still taking steps towards them. He couldn't seem to make himself turn into another direction. Their kiss, it was just adding to his little problem. They were not making this easy on him.

Shard it all. He took another few steps and laid his hand on Fiona's cheek, his mind still calling for him to leave. His body wouldn't let him though...

[kysseh]

His neck was warm against her face, and Fiona let out a contented noise that could have been a moan or simply a breathless laugh. The strange feelings in the pit of her gut were spreading in a delicious fashion, and her quick, panicked breaths were becoming excited pants, her lips parting slightly as she moved them across his neck. She felt him moving and was about to tighten her grip to a white-knuckled cling when she realized that he was moving her with him. Go... with him? For a brief instant, she hesitated, and then she realized that his mouth was seeking out hers. She managed to meet their lips, moaning delightedly at the feeling and willingly allowing him to lead her along. She trusted him, and on some level, her frightened, overloaded mind was screaming that she flee for the jungle right now. However, her body and present consciousness had other ideas, and she remained as firmly pressed against him as she could manage.

A voice broke her concentration, and she let out a groan of frustration, reluctantly tearing her mouth away just long enough to turn her head and glare at the intruder. Of course, her glare turned to interest as soon as she saw that the rude person was, in fact, another attractive male. Oh... well, of course, he should come join. She was very busy at the moment, but she could get to him when she was finished with this one. With that in mind, she turned her face back to her current partner, feeling almost dizzy from lack of oxygen coupled with enough desire to keep her going for hours. Shards, she hated--and liked--this!

She had just begun to knead a bit at the other weyrling's chest through his shirt, liking the feel of him beneath the cloth, when she felt a hand on her cheek. Making a soft noise of confusion, the weyrling turned her face and looked toward the newcomer, nuzzling into his hand a bit. Her fight-or-flight instinct came alive for a brief instant, and she was suddenly afraid and wanted to run. Then her body overrode her already-stressed mind, and she simply responded, briefly acknowledging the fact that she was going to pay for this, somehow, later...

[ravenmane]

Sk’ler blinked suddenly as another voice, one that did not belong to him or the girl rang in his ears. A tall lad with the darkest skin Sk’ler had every seen was approaching, and a strong urge to punch him was developing in the boy’s gut. The feeling grew with every step that intruder took until Sk’ler was seething with annoyance and just barely able to keep himself from attacking R’lor. Sk’ler didn’t start to think that R’lor was also experiencing the same Flightlust he was, but then again, the boy wasn’t thinking straight. When the other boy’s hand brushed against Fiona’s cheek, Sk’ler growled angrily before quickly putting himself between R’lor and Fiona. Wasn’t it obvious that he had been there first? The Weyrling’s hands held Fiona close to him in a more possessive fashion then protective. Nearby, Soltun hissed along with Joolree at the newcomer. If Theirs didn’t like the arrival, then neither did they! On the other hand, Bolli watched quietly since he was unable to decide what to do, but then again, he wasn’t even a mature fire-lizard yet.

Sk’ler glared at R’lor, his hazel eyes glinting with anger. “Get out of here!” The Brownweyrling snarled at the other Weyrling. As he attempted to get R’lor to scram, Sk’ler could feel the lust inside him growing. He was beginning to think only about finding some company instead of worrying about who that company happened to be. Suddenly, another wave of lust hit him, and Sk’ler began to see Fiona and R’lor as the most attractive people on the face of Pern. Miiiine! Triniath whined quietly, trying to stop Sk’ler from doing something the boy would regret, but the Weyrling was too far gone to do anything. One hand reached out to stroke R’lor’s smooth brown cheek while the other gently fingered Fiona’s. Then Sk’ler groaned with longing and frustration. It was so hard to choose! He wanted both so desperately, but was that even possible? Behind the trio, three flits, a Brown, a Blue, and a Green, all chirped with confusion. One minute, Theirs wants the small female with the pretty eyes and to harm the intruding male, and then next moment he wants both of the strangers. What was going on?!

[ryanne]

R'lor stopped thinking, there was no need. He didn't want to fight this anymore. What did it matter? A romp in the furs with two attractive people...what more could a teenage boy want? He knew that Yiminth would be okay. Yes, in the back of his mind he was still clear enough to remember that he had a bonded. But Yiminth was old enough for this now. He could let go and enjoy the feelings. These two seemed to have no objections.

Oh wait, nevermind, the other male seemed to have an objection. Just as he was leaning in to catch the girl's lips with her own, the other boy began to cling to her telling him to leave. He almost growled back. He had no right to claim the girl. If she wanted him, he would have to share. He resisted the urge to shove the boy out of the way and claim the girl for his own. She clearly wanted him. But instead, he reached up to the boy, brushing his cheek as well before pressing his lips against his cheek, making sure that the contact was fleeting. Even encompassed in Flightlust, he knew what he was doing to some degree. He wasn't necessarily seducing the pair, but he was definitely attempting to secure his spot with the both of them. He would rid himself of this frustration.

With the boy's groan, R'lor pressed his lips to his for a moment. Then he moved back to Fiona, drawing her body closer to his own before bending down to capture her lips, lingering only a little. He didn't want the other male to get jealous and try and steal the beauty away from him. They were both beauties, he decided, looking back up at the two of them. He turned back though, cupping the male's face with his hands, looking for some form of acceptance.

[kysseh]

Get out of here? Fiona blinked in mild confusion, suddenly distressed when the boy she was clinging to moved to put himself between her and the newcomer. What was his problem?! Three was not a crowd. His obviously possessive body language gave her a thrill, though, and she snuggled up flat against him, taking comfort from the warmth and contact. Somewhere in the back of her mind, she heard Raiyth's curious inquiries about what she was doing, and she waved the green off with a reassurance that she was, in fact, fine. Very fine, as a matter of fact, she amended, as she felt her savior's hand stroking her cheek. That felt very, very nice.

She felt the other boy tugging at her and whined softly. But she was so warm and comfortable and happy clinging to this boy, and- oh, well, perhaps not, she thought. She felt another warm body close to hers, and then another pair of lips was against hers. She returned the kiss eagerly, removing one hand from her original savior to grip the clothing of the new dark-skinned boy. She could have them both, even she had to share. She did not mind sharing, so long as she was not completely left out. The presence of them both made the panic recede to a negligible level.

It took a bit of glancing back and forth between the two, one hand clutching tightly at each, before Fiona decided that someone had best get to paying attention to her before that panic began to take control over her again. Still clinging to both, she stood on tiptoe to press her lips insistently against the darker boy's cheek. He could not ignore her in this, even if the other boy was very attractive to them both. She wanted a part in whatever was going on, and turning their heads aside from her was not going to please her.

[ravenmane]

((It’s so hard trying to write these posts and respond to everything the other characters are doing, and I’m sorry about any powerplay.))

Sk’ler whimpered with need the moment R’lor’s lips touched his no matter how briefly. He wanted both the female and the male, but was that even possible? In Sk’ler’s mind, yes it was! Before he could captured the dark-skinned boy’s mouth with his own, Sk’ler’s attention was brought to the insistent Fiona. Deciding it was better to give both of the beautiful creatures equal attention then to favor just one, Sk’ler pulled Fiona into a passionate kiss with one arm while the other held R’lor as close to his body as possible, but it was still hard to choose! Sk’ler groaned with annoyance. He had no idea what he was doing, but his need was growing every second he stayed in contact with the two beauties. Then he had an idea. As the Weyrling continued to coddle both Fiona and R’lor, he slowly began to pull them towards one of the larger stalls in the back. It was hard to keep himself from halting altogether and ripping off both of the Weyrlings’ clothes, but the sane part of Sk’ler knew it was better to proceed out of site. As the trio entered, Sk’ler found himself wiggling with pleasure at the prospect of having both of the Weyrlings to himself. With that, Sk’ler began to strip.

-Fades to Black-

As Sk’ler stirred from the Flight induced sleep, he became aware of two warm bodies tangled with his. His sleepy mind wanted to ignore the fact that he was naked and just enjoy the warmth the others provided, but Sk’ler was going to be Sk’ler. His hazel eyes snapped open, and when he caught sight of the naked R’lor, he bit back a scream. He had slept with a male! Yes, the other body was female, but the weyrling had the suspicious feeling that both persons had been involved in his “Roll in the Hay” activity. Mine! Triniath cried eagerly. Why didn’t you tell me a female was Rising? I tried, Sky-Mine, but I was too late. When I realized what was happening, you were already beginning to be affected. Sk’ler arched a single eyebrow as he listened to his usually quiet and reserved Brown ramble like a gossiping Green. Easy, Trin. Everything’s gonna be alright. I just have to escape the bodies around me. How many? Well… One male Weyrling and a female Weyrling. Not exactly pleasant. Oh… Have Fun! As he carefully untangled himself from the limbs of the other two stall occupants, Sk’ler couldn’t help but place a small kiss on the girl’s cheek. He had to admit that Fiona was cute, but this was not how he would have wanted to meet her. As soon as he was clear of the sleepers, Sk’ler was in his clothes and in the stall farthest from the one where it had occurred. As soon as he was settled, Soltun, Joolree and Bolli were in his lap trying to comfort him. They remained quiet since they were fully aware of the presence of the Two. While the flits tried to comfort their Bonded, Sk’ler was busy thinking about what had happened. As far as he was concerned, this was not how he expected to lose his virginity. Not one bit!

[ryanne]

Satisfaction. That’s what it was. It’s wasn’t exhaustion, because he’d definitely gotten enough sleep. It wasn’t laziness because he was more than ready to move…he just had no need to. Nope. R’lor was satisfied and he was growing to be quite fond of that feeling. So satisfied that he decided that opening his eyes was not a good idea. He was warm and comfortable and even the hay that he was using for a bed wasn’t bothering him.

In his haze, he only noticed a margin of comfort disappearing when a body disappeared from the other side. R’lor was twined around Fiona, only his other leg left out in the air when Sk’ler left. He opened his mouth to protest at the movement, but then he realized that that was movement as well. Something about the feeling that had come over him was not fond of movement or sound. No…it was much better to just lay here and enjoy the body that he was still left to cuddle with.

He drifted in and out for a few moments before the shard of practicality that was left in him took over. “Morning,” he mumbled, even though he was pretty sure that it was getting ready to be evening. It felt like morning to him and that was all that mattered. Realizing slowly what had happened, his grin didn’t fade. He had absolutely no problem with their activities. “Why’d you run away?” he commented, the fact that he was smiling evident in his voice. He was hoping that the other male was still in the runner stables. He had a feeling that he would have to get dressed again somewhere within the building.

[kysseh]

Wakefulness came far too quickly, but consciousness remained far behind. Fiona made a soft noise of discontent at being awakened from her sleep, the edges of her realization still quite fuzzy. Her body was aching--a pleasing ache, in most areas save for one--and her overtaxed emotional receptors had completely shut down. She registered the scratchy hay beneath her, though it felt most comfortable as a bed for the moment. She also recognized something warm surrounding her, and she unconsciously inched closer. It was warm, soft, smooth.... rather like...

She popped one eye open, expecting a rush of panic that did not come. The young woman concluded she must have completely fried the emotional part of her mind, for she felt very relaxed, if a little embarrassed at the realization that she was nude and snuggled up to someone similarly unclothed. She opened the other eye and looked a bit confusedly over at the dark-skinned boy, swallowing nervously. "Errr... morning?" she suggested tentatively, her voice barely above a mumble. She moved her shoulders a bit, shifting to take inventory of all functioning body pieces and parts. Well, everything was present and accounted for, though she flushed a deeper shade of red at the memory of what she had done. What had come over her?!

//Mine, are you all right? Your mind got all weird, and you started thinking strange things. But you're calm now and very warm, and this is good. But where is the other one?// Raiyth inquired, and Fiona moaned softly at the memory. Oh, shards, but this was awkward! Reassuring the green weyrling that she was alive and well, she turned her head towards her hay-bed mate, aware that she likely had hay stuck all in her dark curls. "Wasn't.... there were two of you," she said, bemused a bit. "I thought. I'm not sure. I'm a little confused," she confessed readily, stretching out her legs and then quickly retracting them. It was cold away from his body.

[ravenmane]

Sk’ler cringed at the sound of R’lor’s voice. Why did he leave? Well that was an easy question to answer. He left because, well to put it lightly, he was… uncomfortable with the idea of sleeping with not just one, but two people he didn’t even know. Get out, Sky-Mine! Hurry before they find you! Triniath, I can’t. They will see me if I try to leave. My only hope is to stay quiet and out of sight. Miiiiiiine! The whine in Triniath’s voice was easy to hear, but the boy was not going anywhere until they left. His eyes closed as Fiona’s voice joined R’lor’s. Why had she come to the Stables? Why had any of them come to the Stables? Well, he had come because it was a place he felt safe, and maybe that’s how the others felt too, but how did he know?

As he tried to keep himself still, a curious Joolree climbed up to the top of the stall door hiding Sk’ler from view. “Joolree! Get down!” Sk’ler hissed anxiously, but his words came a bit too late. The silly Green chirped in R’lor’s and Fiona’s direction, undeniably revealing the Weyrling’s location. I hate fire-lizards. Or just Joolree. All of them. When little Bolli decided to join Joolree, Sk’ler didn’t try to stop them. The others knew where he was, so Bolli couldn’t do anything else to drive him crazy. Only Soltun remained with the boy as he waited for R’lor or Fiona to come find him.

((I don't like this post!!!!))

[ryanne]

R’lor was distracted from his search for the boy when the girl curled up with him made a soft noise. He’d just gone through a round, but he was okay with a second one if she kept making noises like that. He tried to keep that thought to himself, but included a battle with a certain part of himself that didn’t like to be argued with. Thinking of the hay that they were laying on, however, somehow managed to control his hormones. He really did need to work on that.

“Morning,” he responded again, not knowing what else to say. He had a feeling that now wouldn’t be the best of times to make some mocking remark. Not if he wanted to keep her curled up with him. She was apparently fine with the proximity, moving and then moving back. He lazily draped his arm around her waist, letting her know that he was okay with enjoying the post-Flight haze. “There was another one. I don’t know where he went.”

And then came the green flitt. So that was where he was at. “You might as well come out,” he told him lazily, not wanting to move to go get him. “There’s nothing to be embarrassed about. Right?” he directed the last question to the girl, hoping to get an affirmative from her. “I’m R’lor of the brown Yiminth by the way,” he offered, hoping that introductions would improve this situation. There was not much better than lying naked with this girl, but he would be a little happier if the male would rejoin the group. He wasn’t an eyesore in R’lor’s opinion and he enjoyed swinging both ways.