Love Heals All (Me's Run)

[Ember]

It just had to be in the infirmary. It just had to be. Ae'on groaned as he woke up from an impromptu nap - something that occurred frequently as the bond between him and Me seemed to tighten leading up to her Runs - only to feel the lust already coursing through him strongly. He felt Sfelyth laughing in his mind at him before Me smacked right into his shoulder. 'Bout time, Handsome! Up sexybutt'n run run run! "Me, this is not the place for that!" He tried to panickly inform her. "There are sick and injured people here and I can't...we can't..."

Stay hurr den. Me run both, tes' meny men goodly. 'Greed? Yus, time go, Me said, overriding Ae'on's concerns like he could help but run when she did. The bluerider hissed and tried to grab his salamandyr before she could get away but she jumped off his shoulder and flew to the door of his office. She playfully stuck her tongue out before dropping under the door and scurrying out to the main area of the infirmary. He was screwed. So very screwed...in multiple, some of them fun, ways. Damnit Me! It wasn't like he didn't know the way this would go so Ae'on moved out of his office and quickly started laying down orders.

"You lot, listen up. There are going to be some people coming in soon very dazed and lusty because my salamandyr -" saying Me's name would just cause confusion, really "- has decided to Run and I just don't have time to get out of here before I'm useless." His voice had been falling lower and huskier as he spoke and some of the women - and men, ew - had started staring at him interestingly so he snapped out, "You are going to let them in and leave them alone, they'll naturally come to my office. You are then to bar the door with anything you can until Sfelyth informs you otherwise. Don't screw up."

Ae'on then retreated back into his office and very nearly slammed the door behind him. His first urge was to lock it but that wouldn't go over very well, not with those who were bonded to 'mandyrs chasing Me. He refused to put his patients at risk if he could help it. Kind of went against all Healer ethics to knowingly put them in danger. The man settled for pacing in irritation and impatience. They needed to hurry the heck up for more than one reason - Me didn't have a very long patience and he didn't want the door to stay open too far into the green's run. Speaking of the green...

Or rather, the speech of the green went like so, Come one-all, Me and Handsome readyeddy. Come, come, come! No flitterflutters bleck, Handsome mates do come! Me had cleverly dragged Hers to the Gather earlier to make sure as many non-Inverness 'mandyrs knew about her readiness so hopefully she'd get a few more males than those bound only to Inverness. If she didn't? C'est la vie! The males already there were pretty fine too!

[Sebz]

R'vor had become used to the drill by now. If Pisero was anywhere near a salamandyr (or flit for that matter) that was ready to rise, it was on like Donkey Kong. So when R'vor felt Pisero tesnse up, he immediately froze. Maybe the white was still asleep, please please please be asleep. But alas, Pisero raised his head from R'vor's nose and cocked his head. Was this to be an exciting day? "How should I know idiot?" R'vor groaned as images of a chase appeared in his mind. "Bad idea Pisero," R'vor chided quietly. "Besides, I don't think there is anyone running here today silly."

But it was to late. The white just had to participate. Had to, Had to, Had to. Not an option not to. Such a fun game it was, chasing the silly mandyrs, they all wanted him, oh yes they did! But to be fair, who didn't want him? Pisero flared his tiny wings at the thought. Only stupids, thats who. Oh but he wouldn't let them catch him, the most fun of the game came when they chose him. They think they chose him, and then poof, he was gone. Quite funny. Hahaha funny, wasn't it R'vor?

R'vor massaged the bridge of his nose, trying to shut out the stream of images that were spreading through his mind like wildfire. Pisero jumped into the air and bet-weened, reappearing somewhere moments later. Pisero sent R'vor a quick image of the infirmary to his human, before skittering after Me. Pretty Me, Beaitful Me, look over here! Pisero wishes to chase the pretty, sexy. The white formulated images of a throne made for me, towering above even the humans. He hailed from Selenitas, but Pisero would serve the Invernous queen well if she so wished. Privatly, the white was pleased with himself. He would woo the silly, cheat like a bad bad if he wanted to, and then POOF! Back to R'vor for a good haha laugh!

Damn that little Salamandyr. R'vor jumped to his feet and walked with a purpose towards the infirmary. He had learned turns ago that when Pisero chased it was only for sport, so the flight lust that usually accompanied such activities did not affect him. However, it seemed rather rude just to avoid the human counterpart all together. But when he arrived, nobody was there. Confusion swept over him, until he slowly realized that the white had betweened, to another weyr entirely. Shards.