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Post by kysseh on Sept 16, 2008 1:27:10 GMT -5
Aliscia rolled her eyes at the interplay between Rosilinth and Tanith. Incorrigible, that pair. She cast a sidelong glance toward Ch'ero, sizing him up. Not a tall man... though compared to her tiny form, nearly everyone was tall. The petite woman tilted her head to one side, near-gold eyes sweeping up and down him. The way that Rosilinth was flirting made her wonder if the brown really was interested in Chasing. She was unsure if she liked that prospect. Sure, Ch'ero seemed nice enough, but she had enough experience living in the north that she was cautious of men born and raised there. Her scarred face betrayed little of her thoughts, and she wisely kept them to herself. She would go down that path when she got there.... if she got there.
At Ch'ero's querying about firelizards, she tilted her head to one side, considering. What did she remember from those Turns ago? "Two... a long time ago. One mysteriously vanished. The other died with my weyrmate." Was that a lump in her throat? She swallowed it. No use going over that again. "I know she's going to want to eat a lot... quite a lot and often. Make sure it's in tiny, tiny pieces, though, and don't let her overeat. If her stomach is bulging to the point where the skin is tight, she's had enough, even if she wants more." The greenrider's back was protesting, so Aliscia slid down Tanith's side and carefully lowered herself to sit on the grass. She groaned and shifted until she got comfortable and then folded her hands in her lap, squinting a bit as she looked up at the brownrider. "The oil you use for Rosilinth... she's going to need plenty of it. They crack just as much as dragons do and sometimes more often. And they don't have the brains to tell you when they're getting close to needing it, so you have to keep a look out."
Now Rosilinth was just irritating. The green would not make a move at him, though, for Hers was resting against her, and Hers was hurting. Aliscia took precedence over some insignificant fat brown, so he was getting off easy that time. The fact that she was slowed by her large meal was just... oh, well, that was not important. She worked on grooming her still-uncleaned foreleg, lapping all the gore off with her forked tongue. Cleaner, and cleaner... ahh, it was getting better! Mine is not 'pretty'. 'Pretty' is for stupid human females. Mine is beautiful and the greatest human female alive, and Yours had better not have any thoughts of touching her. Salenth's will hurt him for harming her. She is egg-heavy with His' clutch. Tanith elaborated proudly. Aliscia was the most perfect human queen. Never mind that human hatchlings were loud and obnoxious. The green was delighted to have Hers clutch... with the senior queen's weyrmate's human no less!
"Well, at least he's keeping her just irritated and not angry. You'd best tell him she's not due for another two months at least," the greenrider was chuckling softly. Poor Rosilinth. He was either desperate or perpetually lusty. Well, she hoped he went up after enough greens to keep him sated. There was certainly no lack of them. She snickered softly and gave Rosilinth a grin. "Thank me later, brownie." She turned back to Ch'ero and stretched out her legs in front of her, crossing them delicately at the ankle. She should have been bothered by his proximity, but... she felt less than threatened within the protective circle of Tanith's reach. If Ch'ero made a single false move, the green would have a snap at him within a half-second. Thus, Aliscia was quite, quite relaxed. "Don't be so sour about it, Ch'ero. Don't you relish the thought of a sweet little greenrider in your bed... male or female?" She was teasing now and having a lovely time about it too. She sobered after a moment and relaxed back against Tanith, exhaling quietly. Ohh, her back hurt! "Sorry, I couldn't resist. Battle training: always exploit the enemy's weakness." Of course, the faint smile on her scarred face negated any threat that might have been interpreted. She just liked to pick on easy targets.
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Post by Ember on Sept 18, 2008 19:12:40 GMT -5
Ch'ero sighed and shook his head. He'd pull on the mental reigns soon if the brown didn't stop. Tanith wasn't warming to Rosilinth so there was no point in continuing. Besides, even if she did accept him he only saw it as a win if she chose him in Flight. The chances of Ch'ero letting his dragon enter a flight that he'd been warned often left chasers injured were slim. Out of the corner of his eye the man caught Aliscia looking at him. He ignored it though. Unlike his dragon, he wasn't overly flirtatious. Much as Ch'ero wouldn't mind a weyrmate, he wasn't actively searching. Plus hooking up with a pregnant woman...that heavily dissuaded him.
He looked at her with surprise. Her weyrmate had died? There was sympathy in his eyes but she continued to talk, answering his question. He glanced down at Mystery. So far it was the same as dragons, minus the frequency she would have to eat. Ch'ero watched her sit down, wondering whether he wanted to as well or not. He decided he would sit down soon but not at that very moment. She wrapped up her helpful information sharing and he nodded. "So they really are just dragons in miniature," he commented lightly. " The cute and cuddly version I suppose." Rosilinth rumbled and he patted the clean flank of his dragon. "You are cuddly too, you big oaf, but I can't carry you around with me or send you to get messages."
Rosilinth was contented that his rider still thought him cuddly and amused himself by hearing Tanith speak about Hers. He was originally intending to reply but a familiar name made him pause. CheMine. Tanith said something about a Salenth. I think I know that name. The anger at the name felt through their bond alarmed the brown, his green eyes becoming more yellow. Salenth is S'rei's dragon. He is the one who betrayed Fort weyr. Ch'ero wanted to know why Salenth came up but the brown refused to answer. He stared at Tanith for a long moment, wondering how best to answer. The man His really disliked had flown Tanith's and she was now carrying Salenth's clutch...Congratulations to Yours, he said quietly and looked away. What else was he to say?
Ch'ero was still frowning because of Rosilinth when Aliscia addressed him again. "I don't think I'll have to anymore," he commented dryly. Whatever Tanith said finally scared him off her. His frown deepened at the tease. Gender certainly wasn't the problem...Just the sweet and young part. Although the young ones could be rather fun....Whoa, too far, too far. He backtracked his thinking, answering her smile with his own. "Inexperience would be their weakness. It certainly makes a big difference in how much fun you have." His grin was tinged with a very slight pervertedness. He was playing along for the fun of it.
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Post by kysseh on Sept 19, 2008 19:01:14 GMT -5
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Ohhh, so something had scared Rosilinth off Tanith, hmm? Aliscia arched an eyebrow at the whirl of yellow in the brown's eyes and Ch'ero's comments. She briefly wondered what the green had said to bother the two. Ch'ero had known she was pregnant, so that was not it. Tanith's extolling of her nonexistent virtues could hardly have scared off such a persistent follower, so.... ahhh, it must have been the mention of the father! She could hardly see how that was bothersome, though. It was not as though she had chosen the particulars of her child's parentage, though she could scarcely protest getting pregnant after so many lonely Turns. The odds of her ever weyrmating again were near to nothing, and she was rapidly getting old, which she accepted. She did occasionally wish it had not been S'rei, though. Faolan would have made a very good, helpful father. S'rei proclaimed to care, but his hands were tied... both literally and figuratively speaking.
His slightly perverted grin had her snorting and shaking her head. "I think you misunderstood me. I was picking on your weak spot for revealing your dislike for Rosilinth Chasing so often. Really, brownrider.... are we both getting this slow in the head in our old age?" Now she was just poking fun at him. She could not quite peg his age, and she wondered if he would even guess in the vicinity of hers. The amount of scars was not indicative of age, and he really could only see the ones on her face. She was getting old. She was not there yet, but she was certainly getting there. But... well, it was just fun to tease him. He left so many opportunities just ripe for the picking. "I'd like to see you and Rosilinth take on a certain weyrling greenpair that's due to Rise for the first time in a few months. I guarantee you'll be frightened off the weyrlings forever." Fiona and Raiyth came to mind. Ohh, that would make for just hilarious times, wouldn't it?
She shifted a bit, sitting upright and ceasing to lean against Tanith's side as the green squirmed, making it evident that her short time at rest was done. The woman had long-since learned to just let Tanith wander as she may after a meal. She slept longer and stayed in a better mood for an extended period of time, and now mostly free of gore--and just covered in a light, sticky coating of her own slobber--the green was seemingly in the mood to do something relatively entertaining. Aliscia would not interfere; she had more brains and less energy than that. "Not going to argue that the weyrlings couldn't be fun. Too enthusiastic for my tastes, though. Well... I don't mind enthusiasm. But rough and clueless enthusiasm isn't entirely pleasant," she said mildly, wrinkling her nose up a bit. "The young ones do have a lot more stamina than the older ones on occasion, though. Men tend to slow down as they age." She was hard-pressed to keep a smile off her scarred face, but she managed. Mostly.
Ohhh, so the mention of the bronze scared him off, hmm? Coward. Tanith sniffed a bit, eyeing the brown with a biased eye. Shame. He was not a poor specimen of maleness. A stupid one, but almost all males were, so she could hardly fault him for that trivial detail. She will have a fine clutch. Of... one. I have never understood why humans only make one hatchling at a time. No wonder they have to Fly each other so often. the green commented, eyeing the brownrider and Hers with obvious confusion on the matter. Silly humans and their tendencies to make only one little-human at once. Ridiculous, it seemed, to her.
Now, though, the green was thoroughly bored as the brown had ceased to provide entertainment and her hide was fully cleaned... or as clean as it could get without a proper bath. She snorted and got to all fours, edging further away from Hers to give herself a good shake. What to do... what to do. She was still too content to fly anywhere, and she would not leave Hers with the male idiots. Perhaps the brown could serve some further purpose of entertaining her, though, and she dropped into a rough imitation of a feline's hunting crouch and slunk around and towards the brown's tail. Did he see her? Oh, most definitely. She just did not care and simply pounced for his tailtip. Immature, indeed, but it was fun to bother big males.
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Post by Ember on Sept 21, 2008 19:15:01 GMT -5
Ch'ero would have laughed to know who the father was, but as Rosilinth refused to let that colour his rider's opinion of Tanith's. Ch'ero frowned slightly at the expression on Aliscia's face. What was she thinking? Perhaps she knew what had made Rosilinth stop pursuing Tanith's attentions. "Well, whatever made him stop, I think we can all be glad he did," he said, obliquely admitting that he was being kept out of the loop by his own dragon. Although he didn't need Rosi saying something that angered the green, he'd much rather let him continue if the brown would tell him what Tanith said.
Ch'ero dropped the grin before replying. "Not so. I understood fine," he said, the spark in his eyes confirming so. "I should hope we're not getting that slow yet. I have yet to impart my wisdom on the younger generation!" Despite being able to joke about it, his age was rather worrying to him. He was getting up there in Turns. Rosilinth crooned quietly. If His was old, he himself was. The brown, at least, was excited about the mention of a green rising in a few months. Ch'ero chuckled at his beast. "Don't worry, I've already walked that path once before." That particular weyrling had been a little too...innocent for her own good. He had been surprised the next morning at her candid admission that he'd been the first. One case where he had been the more energetic one.
He smiled at her description of weyrlings. "I have to agree with you there. Sex is like wine, it gets better with age," he commented. The next bit she said made him chuckle. Ch'ero couldn't help but find amusement in that. "Is that so? That may be the case for some men, but that definitely doesn't apply to every one of them." He definitely didn't think he had slowed down too much. If he had, he surely made up for it with skill. He paused in his thinking. Why were they on such a topic? Oh yes, Rosilinth. What other source could he expect? At least the brown was only flirtatious and not perverted. He'd never met one yet, but if humans could be perverts so could their flying mounts.
At her sniff Rosilinth eyed her for a moment. He mimicked the sound curiously, a silent question. He was not to be sniffed at. When he spoked, though, his voice held a quality similar to laughter. Humans are strange creatures. Even when they are Flown they do not have a hatchling. They switch between being queens and greens, he said, confused by such a strange idea. He definitely preferred greens. They were much less possessive than the golds. He was solely Ch'ero's and not some other dragon's pet brown. Perhaps that's why he never settled on one green. He didn't want to be theirs.
He watched Tanith slink around towards his tail. He twitched it teasingly just before she pounced for it. Rosilinth rumbled and moved it just enough to avoid her landing on it. If her intention was to annoy him she was failing quite miserably. He was losing his seriousness because of the information Tanith had provided. He stood up and moved away from His, tail dragging along the round for her to chase after if she wanted to. Ch'ero watched while trying not to laugh. It was just too silly for dragons to be chasing tails, and yet the big brute found it fun so he couldn't tell Rosilinth to stop.
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Post by kysseh on Sept 28, 2008 13:00:00 GMT -5
Aliscia snickered very quietly. Of course he would want to insist that not all men slowed with age. No, that would be injurious to his pride. He was not a young man, she acknowledged. Oh, he was not old, but she wagered he was near to her in age, at least, especially if he was looking down upon the weyrlings as little young things. "I will agree... sex does get better with age. The young ones are just clumsily enthusiastic. The mature men know what they're doing. Know how to treat woman right, whether they choose to do so or not," she observed, lazily stretching with her arms up over her head. She preferred men nearer to her age, like her last flight partner. The young ones just didn't have a clue sometimes.
She fell silent for a brief moment, watching him. His dragon was not telling him, hmm? The petite woman briefly debated and then opted to clarify, idly draping an arm around the bulge of her abdomen. "Tanith told him that Salenth Flew her in her last flight. I think it was the fact that he was Aslath's 'pet' that really encouraged her to take possession," the woman said dryly, snorting softly. "She had a few other options. Three sharding bronzes." Was she grumbling? She was allowed to, she felt. Bronzes made her very, very nervous. "S'rei's the reason I feel like a gravid gold," she added, huffing a small sigh and shifting her sitting position a bit. Her back was bothering her again, and she decided that a warm bath to ease the aches would be in short order.
She did, however, turn her near-gold gaze over toward her mindmate and rolled her eyes at the dragons' antics. What were they doing now?!
Tanith gave a rumbling snort that sounded oddly like human laughter. She was amused, obviously, as the quick whirl of her eyes put forth. Males were such funny creatures. She did not understand how human females could switch between having hatchlings and not having hatchlings either, but she had just accepted that they were that way. Besides, Hers wanted a hatchling, so Tanith could scarcely argue with Hers having a cause to be happy. They are strange, but human-golds are not as stupid as normal golds. she observed, eyes still on the tail before her. No, Hers was a good egg-heavy gold... a well-behaved one.
He was teasing her! She hissed in irritation as he moved away, following after him for a few hopping steps until she realized he was purposely treating her like a weyrling. The green cleverly continued to follow along for a few moments, just to let him get complacent that she was struggling to keep up. Then she darted forward and instead pounced for his hindquarters, fully intending to try to halfway perch on the larger dragon. Silly beast... he should not try to escape!
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Post by Ember on Oct 1, 2008 17:26:28 GMT -5
It would be silly if he didn't defend men. At least they didn't end up pregnant, although they certainly were the cause of it. Ch'ero probably looked a fair bit younger than he hinted at which was of benefit to him. He grinned inwardly as Aliscia agreed with him. "Who says men mature?" he commented before going on. "But yes, there is a difference between older and younger as far as skill goes." He refused to comment on how he knew the skill of other men, other than from his own fumbling as a boy.
Ch'ero was obviously surprised at the news and he tried, rather unsuccessfully, to cover it with a congratulatory smile. Rosilinth didn't spare his rider attention at the moment; he was more preoccupied with guarding his tail from the playful green. "Not too fond of Aslath, is she? Or was it just to be troublesome that she chose Salenth?" he managed to ask with civility. The dislike of bronzes was perhaps a bit more of surprise than S'rei's dragon Flying a green. He already knew the man was in the weyr, he hadn't know of any dislike Aliscia had for bronzes. Ch'ero couldn't dislike Aliscia just because the child was S'rei's, but he didn't like the man any better.
Following her gaze curiously, Ch'ero saw the two playing around and chuckled. Rosilinth was amused too. He rumbled in amusement at the green's opinion on dragon queens. He considered teasing Tanith about being jealous but he would much rather tease her in a playful manner. It was funny seeing the quick tempered green hop about. Her sudden speed alarmed him (and his rider) a bit and he bugled. The brownrider glanced at Aliscia, trying to gauge her reaction. He didn't think she'd let Tanith attack the brown with so little provocation.
Now the brown was not so amused. He grumbled as Tanith ended up going for more than just his tail. The look he turned on his rider was clearly a plea for help. He wasn't sure what to do, having heard from the green's rider say she was itching for a fight. Plus he'd never known what to do when greens started throwing themselves at him instead of the other way around.
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Post by kysseh on Oct 3, 2008 17:16:00 GMT -5
Age and experience did not always go hand in hand. Aliscia had been an experienced hand by the time she hit twenty, and twenty was scarcely old. Savitri, whom she viewed as younger sibling, was pushing twenty Turns, and Aliscia would have slapped herself silly before pegging the young woman as deserving of the descriptor of 'getting old'. "Ahh, but even the old inexperienced ones aren't skilled. And if they've been deprived for awhile, they can be as awful as teen boys," she snickered, settling more comfortably. Had he ever slept with another man, she wondered? Probably if Rosilinth ever Flew a green with a male rider, but she had to wonder if it was just that or he preferred men as a general rule. Some men did, after all.
She vaguely recognized that Tanith was getting aggressively playful and chose to not acknowledge his queries about her dragon just yet. There was the mildly more pressing matter of making sure Tanith was behaving properly. "Tanith, if you leave so much as one clawmark on that dragon, I swear by the egg..."
Stop whining, Fatty. I am not going to hurt you. You would make a poor playmate if you were in shreds. Tanith said archly as she ignored her rider's warning, but true to her word, none of the green's claws were close to piercing flesh. She knew how to play without harming her little--or in this case, big--toy. He was getting rather antsy, it seemed, so Tanith released her hold on him and slid off his rump to settle comfortably on the ground again. Rosilinth's reprieve did not last long, though, for she hopped up toward his head and swatted at his face with a wing in remonstration for making her shorten her fun to suit his whining.
Well, that was a waste of a game. She was silent for a moment, staring almost eerily up at him as her mind worked to come up with a suitable way to use him for her own little games. Her belly was very full from eating, so flying around was not wise. She had no wish to give herself indigestion, and he was not worth the effort to get airborne for, no. She settled instead for darting in close to him to nip his shoulder and then hopping away, opening her wings and rattling them in a display of playful aggression. For such a big creature, you are surprisingly docile. Overgrown timid hatchling. she taunted him with a snort.
The greenrider breathed a prolonged sigh of relief upon seeing that her dragon was not about to maul Rosilinth. No, Tanith had switched her mind over into her 'play' mindset now, and while that still meant a great deal of aggression, her claws at least were going to be safely kept in check. That was a massive relief. Aliscia shifted again, grunting softly in discomfort. Shardit, but if S'rei's offspring was this big, this early on... she was going to truly be the size of an egg-heavy gold when this was all done. Shardblast him. "Actually, Salenth was the only one who didn't crowd her and was appropriately respectful. It was only after the fact that she was smug about having him. And thank you for refraining from commenting on this child's parentage." She was a tad bitter about the fact that she had to get pregnant by a man who was spoken for, who could not be with her. But she was still polite in speaking to Ch'ero, even if the man seemed surprised--or perhaps horrified?--to learn that little tidbit.
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