Archive Duty (Group IV, July)

[kysseh]

Fiona offered up a gusty--and dusty--sigh as she stared morosely at the two bits of hide before her. While the weyrling was certain that the proper recipe for making this never-before-heard-of bread was incredibly important, she was also aware that it was incredibly boring. The young woman offered up a pout, sighing again when it seemed that the recipe would not copy itself. She was not meant for tedious little time-consuming tasks that required her to be in a dusty little room. She was meant for the outdoors, for the sun and the flowers and the trees! But, no, here she was.

The girl dipped her writing implement in the ink and continued on her laborious transcription, well aware of Raiyth's slumbering presence in the back of her mind. The thought of her lovely Raiyth, of the first and only love of her life, was enough to bring a smile to her tanned face. Oh, even chores stuck in this dusty old hole were worth it for the time she got to spend with her Raiyth. Yes, she would endure a Turn and a half of boring chores in order to spend the rest of her life with the beautiful creature that had snatched her heart on the Hatching Sands.

Ooh, that sounded poetic. The girl had to pause in her copying to giggle just a bit. Fiona was not one prone to poetry. She had not the brains for it. She was not stupid by any means, but she lacked that sort of creativity and sense of rhyme. No, she was far better with people, with reading and responding to their emotions, not with this fluttery hide stuff that held scribbles. Still, one had to do what one had to do, and she had to do these copies.

After another sigh of wistful longing to be back on boat duty, she began to work with copying over the recipe for this bread. Now that she thought about it, perhaps the bread would be a bit on the tasty side. She tried to commit the recipe to memory as she copied it over, letter for letter. Maybe the cooks would let her have a small corner of the kitchen to experiment in...

[ryanne]

Chores, Mine, chores![/i] Yiminth insisted, nudging his rider's side with his maw. His slept too much. He needed to work. The weyrling master said that he was in trouble and he needed to do his lessons. He didn't want His to be in trouble. It meant that he was in trouble too. He didn't like being trouble. Please Mine? he tried again, his tone taking on a rather pitiful tone. R'lor rolled over, unable to resist his dragon's begging. Yiminth was way too adorable to resist sometimes. Or too pitiful, either one.

"Fine," he muttered, rolling out of his furs. Rolling his eyes, he headed off to the archives. He would do his duty and then he'd return to his furs. Shard that dragon. He'd gotten very good at shirking them off. Sometimes, the Weyrling Master didn't even notice. Sure, he'd gotten yelled at a time or two, but it was worth it to be able to have a little more time to himself and his dragon. Sure, Yiminth didn't complain when he was able to take them swimming more often or curl up on the dragoncouch with him. Rolling his eyes again, he headed out the door. Shard archives.

Having fun, Mine? Yiminth asked, trying to be optimistic. R'lor just laughed sarcastically and entered the archive room. His mood brightened though, when he saw who was going to be working with him this afternoon. He wasn't awkward at all. He'd had way too much fun in the hay to be weird around her. They were all consenting and she'd been very consenting the second time. Of course, he could say the same thing about himself, especially when they had done that one--

Cutting off those thoughts, he came up behind her, attempting to be sneaky before tapping her on the shoulder. "Hello sexy," he greeted her, waggling his eyebrows suggestively. Sure, he wasn't the most, considerate, of partners, but he was still a teenager. What could she expect? And she did look quite sexy thumbing through the archives. She seemed oddly excited and he liked that gleam in her eyes. They weren't a couple or anything, but he could be appreciative. And she was something amusing that would appropriately distract him from his chores.[/size]

[kysseh]

So absorbed was Fiona in the laborious copying of the inked recipe that she was unaware of someone entering and approaching her. The young woman was humming happily and completely off-tune beneath her breath, head--and curls, of course--occasionally bouncing in time with some unfamiliar and completely made-up beat. Fiona was not the greatest musician in the world, albeit not for lack of enthusiasm. Thus, she was enthusiastically and quietly humming while trying to figure out which character was marked on the hide when something tapped her on the shoulder and surprised the living daylights out of her. She squealed.

Loudly.

Thankfully, she dropped the pen before she could leave spastic scribbles everywhere, but she had still jumped in her chair. After a brief second of calming, she whipped her head around to see who the person was, her shock turning to glee at the sight of a very familiar and welcome face. She could not help the faint blush that arose in her tanned cheeks. Someone was in a good--and rather randy--mood, it seemed. "Hi... did you come looking for me, or are you stuck in here too?" she inquired curiously, wishing he was not quite so sharding attractive. It made it much harder to focus when she kept remembering itchy hay and warm skin, gentle kisses.

She blushed a little more deeply at that train of thought. "I hope you find something better to copy. This bread recipe sounds tasty, but it's completely a bore to copy over. So many tiny little letters!" she exclaimed, sighing in a bit of an overexaggerated fashion. She did not want to encourage him to do anything here, after all. The weyrlingmaster would be furious, and with Raiyth suddenly awake and curious, she did not want to alarm or confuse the poor little green. "I haven't seen you in ages. How've you been?" she asked along a different track, turning in her chair and folding her arms across the back, resting her chin on them and staring up at the older weyrling.

Is he a nice boy, and is his dragon nice? Can I meet him? Where are you?! Raiyth asked in rapid succession, and Fiona let slip a giggle at the green's slightly sleepy enthusiasm to investigate. Raiyth wanted to know everything that Fi was doing at every moment, which was both endearing and frustrating. Oh, but she could not wait to fly... Yes, I don't know, sometime later, and in the archives. she answered cheerily to her dragon, returning her attention to R'lor as Raiyth attempted to sort through the answers to make some sense of them. "Sorry, Raiyth's awake...."

[ryanne]

((Wow...R'lor...is in an interesting mood.))

Ah, he got a squeal. Grinning appreciatively at the little sound, okay maybe not so little, he bent down to pick up the dropped pen. "Here you go," he told her as he handed it back. At the blush that appeared on her face, his grin grew a bit wider. He could have fun with this. "I'm stuck here too, but I'm quite happy you're here," he told her, biting down on his lower lip a little, a suggestive look on his face. He was going to tease until she was the one asking for it and it would be fun. He was confident that he could get her begging for him or at least making the first move within the time they were confined to the archives. Sure, he'd never tried to do something of that sorts, but he was always trying new things and this could turn out to be quite amusing.

As her blush deepened, R'lor winked before focusing on her words. They could talk about anything she wanted, but they both remembered the hay. They both remembered how it wasn't just the two of them, but another, all tumbling around, sweaty through the stall. "I'm sure I'll find something worth copying," he replied to her, simply to say something at all. The look on his face made it clear, though, that his thoughts weren't on copying records. He was a teenager, after all, he was allowed to have a randy mood every now and again and it helped that a girl who'd he'd tumbled with before was sitting right in front of him looking more than quite delicious.

At her next question, he just smirked slightly. "I've been doing well. Properly shirking off chores until Yiminth insisted that I come today. I'm glad he did." Compliments were good. R'lor was fairly sure he could make her blush even brighter. Memories sifted through his head, his lips on hers, watching her kiss the other male. Touching, feeling, they were amazing. He wanted another taste of that today, that was for sure. He just had to get her to ask for it. That would be his challenge. "How have you been?" he asked, a suggestive gleam still in his eyes. He would have her again if at all possible. He would be sure, though, not to make any promises. It wouldn't do for her to think there was a relationship. He'd managed well enough without permanently attaching any of his conquests.

When she mentioned that her dragon was awake, his mind rapidly went through the calculate the age of the dragon. Sure, the green wouldn't be as old as Yiminth, but perhaps it wouldn't be quite that detrimental to the green. It would be better if she was asleep. "It's okay. Has she met Yiminth yet?" He knew his brown was slumbering in their quarters. Maybe the pair could curl up together. He had a feeling that Yiminth would make fast friends with whatever dragon he sent his way. He was too sweet to make any enemies.

[kysseh]

He was amused at surprising her, and Fiona was tempted to be childish and stick her tongue out at him. Really, that would put them on about the same maturity level, and she was old enough now to know better than to be so juvenile. Still, he at least had the good manners to offer back her pen, and she accepted it with as much grace as she could muster. "Thank you. I'm sorry you're stuck here too... it's very boring," she said with a mild sigh, not at all missing the suggestion that his expression made. Here? Now?! Really, boys were quite the limit. Granted, that last time had been fun, but with Raiyth awake and poking her nose into things, Fiona was reluctant to engage. On top of that, there were other risks that she did not want to consider...

She tried to give him a stern look and failed, her dark eyes giving away her amusement with his behavior. Fi did not wish to encourage him, but it seemed that he could not be discouraged either. She let him move on in answering, staying quiet until he finished. "I'm glad Yiminth convinced you too. You'd get in a lot of trouble for skipping chores, and if you weren't here, I'd have to be bored all alone," she said with a bit of a dramatic sigh. Oh, that certainly had not helped matters, and he still looked like he wanted her right then and there on the dusty chair. Oops... time to do a little fixing... "I've been well. Lessons, chores.... smothering Raiyth and Ego with attention. You know, those sorts of things to keep busy with." And busy, she had been, albeit not too busy to completely push the stables from her mind.

Shardit, she was blushing again!

"What? Oh, err... no, she hasn't." Fi had not met the weyrling brown dragon either, but she did not add that aloud. Raiyth had met only a few other weyrlings, though she adored them all. Raiyth was sweet that way, and it was hard for her to hate anyone, even if they had wronged her before. "She's just curious about what's going on." That was partially true, anyway. The green had just puzzled out what Hers had said and was now listening in intently. Who's Yiminth? His dragon, Raiyth. Brown senior weyrling dragon.

That got the green to pondering for a moment, which gave Fiona the time to rescue the situation before he started inciting those deliciously warm feelings again. She half-turned back to her desk and patted the chair beside her that shared the same desk. "Come on... if we hurry, we can get something done and leave out early. There has to be something interesting in this pile," she said thoughtfully, turning curious eyes to the stack of hides still needing to be transcribed. Granted, they did not have to do them all, but doing a few apiece would keep them from getting in trouble... or into trouble of the rolling kind.

[ryanne]

She wasn't reacting as well as he would have hoped, but he still had plenty of time to convince her. "Boring. What a pity. I'm very good at making things exciting though." His voice was calm and mundane, but his eyes were dancing. There was no way that Fiona could even begin to draw her mind away from the topic they were both thinking about, not with his little suggestions being thrown in every other second. Through the dialouge, no one would even begin to guess what was really going on, but anyone who looked at them could see the suggestive gleam in R'lor's eyes and the blush on Fiona's cheeks. It was amazing fun for R'lor and he had a feeling that Fiona was enjoying herself as well even if she wasn't as easy to persuade as he had hoped.

Her attempt on a stern look was lost on him. He simply ran his fingers along her arm, listening to her words though the rest of his mind was mulling through the stables. Thankfully, he managed to keep a straight mind enough to register her words. He remembered other sounds that slipped through those same lips, but he decided it would be best if he didn't think about that right now. "Sounds like fun. I'm assuming Ego is another bonded of yours? 'Mandyr or Flitter?" he asked, continuing the conversation smoothly while still trailing his fingers up and down. Seduction was an art that he wasn't quite familiar with, but he was determined to get good at it quickly. R'lor remembered the stables all too well and he wanted to add another memory to that collection.

"If you want, you can tell her where my room is and she can join him. Yiminth hasn't met many dragons and I want him to meet some new ones," he offered. Yiminth was a bit clingy. It was sweet, but he was introverted and truly thought that His walked on water. R'lor knew that the brown needed to socialize with more dragons and if it provided adequate distraction for Rayith in the process, all the better. Company? Yiminth questioned, catching on to his bonded's thoughts. Maybe. I want you to meet Rayith. Hers and I are good friends. She might come to visit you soon, R'lor answered briefly. The brown's mood instantly brightened. He liked to meet new dragons even though he wasn't the best at seeking out new friends himself. R'lor grinned, this time without a hint of suggestive. He loved his bonded fiercely and he only wanted the best for him.

When she turned her back to him, the gleam returned. "Leaving early sounds good," he murmured, thinking of what they could do if they left early. Or better, what they could do if they ignored the work in front of him. He supposed that he would have to do a bit of work just to make her happy. If she felt at least some of their work was done, maybe she'd be better inclined to ignore it. "I don't see much interesting there," he continued, laying his hand on the small of her back and leaning over her shoulder easily. He was a good bit taller than her so he had no issue seeing over her. He took a step closer, almost drawing himself flush against her, but holding back a little, hoping she would lean back. Chances were that she wouldn't, but chances also were that she wouldn't have been amicable for that second bout of exercise in the hay.

[kysseh]

"Oh really? Show me how to make this exciting, then," Fiona said enthusiastically, gifting him with a sparkling smile and expression of completely wide-eyed innocence. She was good at looking innocent; having big, dark brown eyes tended to make her look more youthful and.... well, naive, really. It was an act in this case, though, as she was desperately trying to get his attention to something less... roll-in-the-hay-like. However, he was not easily dissuaded, especially with that look in his eyes. Oh, shardit, but it was making her belly feel warm.

She hummed quietly as he ran his fingers along her arm, managing to keep a shiver under wraps. Her brain was working overtime as it tried to process the incoming signals and translate the appropriate emotional response. She swallowed nervously at his question, distracted from that touch that was making her arm feel very, very sensitive. "Err... he's a flitter. Bronze. Very strict and very stubborn," she said, smiling a bit nervously up at him. Shards, but he was making it much harder to say no. Sharding boy. He was doing it all on purpose!

Room? Where was his room? She had never been there. She sat in stunned silence for a moment to try to process how to respond when Raiyth suddenly perked up. I'll find him! the green said cheerfully before getting up off her couch and nosing open the door to their room. Fi had not closed it all the way anyway, so, with Ego riding on her back, the green sniffed her way down the hall, poking her head into each open door way. Yiminth? Yiminth?! Yours wants me to find you, but I can't. Stop hiding! she called, earning herself a few glares along the way. Well, it wasn't her fault that no one gave her directions, and she gave the glaring humans and beasts an apologetic croon before moving on. Where are you?

Fi had to bite back a giggle at Raiyth's sudden enthusiasm. The mere mention of a new friend was all it took to get the little green up and moving. Raiyth loved people and dragons very much, and she was always willing to show off the intractable flit that frequently perched on her little neckridges. She mothered Ego incessantly, and Fi was greatly surprised that the little bronze tolerated it. Then again, his name was Ego, so perhaps he just liked the attention she provided. Yes, that was likely it.

R'lor's soft murmur made her shiver, and she wished he would stop doing the warm-feeling-inducing things. She was attracted to him, no question about it, but he obviously took that to mean that she wanted to roll in the hay with him whenever he waggled his eyebrows, which she didn't. Well... she sort of did, but it was just not a good idea at the moment, not with Raiyth awake. His hand on the small of her back was not helping matters, and she squirmed a little, biting back a groan as he stepped in closer. Not leaning back, not leaning back... oops. Leaned back.she thought a bit glumly as she leaned back, feeling his warmth through the slats on the back of the chair. Oh, no. Now he was really going to be encouraged. "Well... it's a bread recipe. I've been hoping there's something in here about wing formations..." Oooh, he was very warm. She gulped. "... but nothing yet. Come, sit! We'll get a few done, and then... we'll be done." Shardit, this wasn't good. Where was her control at today?!

[ryanne]

R’lor laughed lowly at her comment. That was an invitation in his book, but he didn’t think that she realized that. Her look of wide-eyed innocence, though, gave it away. So she was teasing him and she thought she could get away with it without him doing anything about it. Well, she thought wrong. Leaning in, he brushed his lips along her ear, “It’ll have nothing to do with the records though.” Oh, now he was borderline taunting her. He knew that she knew that he wanted her and now she was giving him the same signs back. The reluctance, well, if a girl wasn’t reluctant, she’d be in the furs with every male that came her way and that never made for a fun roll, no the reluctance was necessary. No, she could play hard to get all she wanted, but he knew that by the end of this chores session, he’d have her. There was no way she could keep this up and then say ‘no.’

There was no shiver like he’d hoped for, but the hum was an unexpected response that he was more than happy to get. He loved seeing that his mere touch could affect her so much even though she was trying so hard to ignore him. She was having issues telling him about her own bonded, now that was a quite a feat. R’lor refused to get big-headed, though. Now was not the time for that. Fiona was a very, very attractive female and her reactions to him were making him even more randy than he already was. If he screwed it up now, he was going to be in a lot of discomfort until he could find a moment to himself.

“Hmm, bronze flitter. Strict and stubborn. Sounds like the exact opposite of my ‘mandyr,” he told her nonchalantly, continuing to move his fingers up and down. “My Lock is only stubborn when he’d insisting it’s time for sleep. Which, in his world, is all the time.” His voice was steady and casual though his fingers were suggesting something completely different. Lightly, he moved them from her arm, trailing them softly along her shoulders before tracing them up her neck and stopping right before her hairline. Then he dropped his arm back to his side, allowing a hint of a smirk to appear on his face. This was definitely going well. He’d have to make sure to thank Yiminth later for making him do his chores.

Raiyth?[/i] Yiminth questioned, hearing the commotion the green was making. Carefully, he thought of the directions, showing the green snapshot after snapshot of how to get to the room. He made sure that they were very clear. He didn’t want her to wake all the others. He knew that she was only trying to find him, but he hated inconveniencing others. Can you find me now?[/i] he asked, hoping that he’d showed her the way well. He’d never tried to do that with another dragon before, only His. He wasn’t sure if it worked the same way, but they got pictures for betweening from other dragons sometimes, directions through pictures had to be something like the same thing.

Waiting for the green to find him, he tottered off his bed, flapping his wings to stretch the muscles. The gash from Phremath’s Flight was still there. Thankfully, it wasn’t deep enough to need any extensive healing or to impair his flight so he would be as good as new in a few sevendays. His told him that next time he Flew, it better be in a safe Flight. Not in some crazed run where he almost bolted off a cliff. Yiminth had apologized properly, but he couldn’t help following the little green. She was so pretty and he’d wanted to chase so badly. What was a dragon to do? It had wounded his pride a bit when he’d lost, but he was fine now. And he was eager to make friends. Lowering his wings to his side, he waited for Raiyth.

And then she finally shivered. He bit back another laugh, And she leaned back into him as well. He really was beginning to wish that the sharding chair would go away. That way, he could actually feel her pressed up against her, not just through the back of her seat. Ignoring that, though, he thumbed through the records, a bit awkwardly considering the fact that his other hand had slipped between her chair and the small of her back and was currently tracing circles on the clothe-covered section right above the waist of her pants. He really wasn’t playing fairly, but he didn’t care. “Wing formations are interesting, but I suppose you have to finish copying the recipe.” After a moment, he ran across something that looked intriguing to some degree, “Here, look, old harper songs about flitts. I think I’ll copy these.”
[/size]

[kysseh]

His low laugh made her feel very warm, and the weyrling was quickly forgetting all her reasons for not wanting to do that again. His lips near her ear resulted in another shiver, and Fiona had to fight to maintain some sort of control over herself. There were reasons. She could not accurately remember them all to a great deal of accuracy, but they were very good reasons, oh yes. She could not just.... well....

Try as she might to ignore his first comment, it came back to her as she sat beneath his ministrations, holding her breath as his hand trailed upward. Was he speaking? Oh, yes, he was, but she could not hear a sharding word he said. No, she was anxiously anticipating where those fingers were going, and she very nearly cried when they suddenly left. Or was she upset? No, she was glad! She had to focus on her chores and not on how sharding good-looking and nice and pleasant he was when undressed and touching her in a similar manner. The girl gave her curly-haired head a quick shake to clear it. She was thinking safe and chaste and focused thoughts now, minus that nagging thought about his hand on her-

No.... no, that was not helpful.

Raiyth was appropriately startled to hear the call and paused in her search, tilting her head to one side in a very human-like manner as she processed the images he sent. Oooh... she knew where that was! Suddenly very excited at a better direction to go in, the green moved off as gracefully as she could, which was rather pitiful. Still growing in all directions, she was still figuring out how to properly coordinate herself, two wings, a tail, and all four feet, but it was a work in progress. She followed the pictures until she reached a doorway and peeked her green head into it, spying a wounded-looking brown inside. Yiminth?

Well, regardless of whether or not this was him, she was going to greet him, so she ambled inside, nearly tripping over her own hind feet in the process. She settled on her haunches just inside the door, cocking her head cutely from one side to the other as she regarded him. You are awfully big. You must grow quickly. she observed, crooning at the sight of a still-healing wound. The poor dear! What had he done to warrant such an injury?! Are you all right? You look hurt. Her tone was full of innocent concern, her eyes whirling a bit more anxiously. On her neck, Ego was chirruping sulkily at this change in his daily routine, his emotions full of demand for a return to normalcy that Raiyth blissfully ignored. The green was just too thrilled about meeting this new dragon to care much..

Fiona could not help but squirm and arch her back beneath his touch, not able to bite back the little moan that escaped. Oh, no... he was teasing her! She did not want to be the girl known for sleeping around on the job at chores, and while she enjoyed R'lor very, very much, she simply could not. There was just no good way to justify it. "Oh, yes, that's a good idea! Flits are a great deal of fun," she said, jumping on that excuse to distract him before leaning forward again, away from that nice-feeling hand, to dip her pen into the ink and restart her attempts at copying over the recipe. It was rather hard to do with him in such close proximity, but she managed to copy over a few of the letters without too much trouble. Yes, she could still focus and work. Who could fault her for working so hard?!

[ryanne]

It was obvious his affect on her. R'lor's semi-untrained eye could pick up the quickening of breath and the shivers that racked her body. Just his light touch was driving her crazy and he was very happy to see that. If he could keep her in such a state, she might forget to think long enough so that she'd give in to what her body clearly wanted. He wasn't trying to take advantage of her or anything of the sort, but he knew she wanted him. He wanted her. Now what was the problem? There need be no relationship, no clingy words, just a scratching of a persistent itch that they both seemed to possess. What was wrong with that?

At her head shake, he grinned, very proud of himself. It was obvious that her control was tipping, crumbling and that was definitely a good thing. She hadn't been nearly so hesitant the second roll in the hay. At the mere suggestion of exercise, she'd agreed readily. Her only concern had been her lack of experience. He didn't know the source of the change now, but R'lor also knew that women could be rather inconsistent. He had enough turns under his belt to know that it was easier to just roll with the punches when it came to women rather than to try and figure out their reasons or their sudden mood changes. Female never said or thought or meant the same thing. It was up to the male to try and respond in a very very diplomatic way and keep to her good side. That's why sometimes he stuck with males. They were easier to understand, but, of course, something about women was alluring enough to keep him straddling the fence, picking from both gardens.

Yiminth cooed his hello when she finally tumbled into his room, a mess of limbs that clearly lacked the coordination of most greens. He rolled his shoulder joints, pushing them so that they stretched as well before resettling them properly. He rumbled with amusement at her blunt comment. I don't remember being smaller. Maybe Mine does..[/i] he mused for a moment. I'm a bit hurt, he admitted, twisting to nudge his wound, But it doesn't hurt anymore. Mine and another fixed it. I was trying to Chase.[/i] His tone was a bit rueful. He still wasn't very happy about losing that Flight. He kept Chasing the beautiful greens and he kept losing. It was frustrating.

But he refused to continue to think about that. So how are you Raiyth? he asked, mimicking the question that His used when he met people. It seemed to be the proper thing to say. He learned a lot from His and he still managed to convince His to do things. He thought it was a nice balance. Yours and Mine are friends,[/i] he commented offhandedly, settling down on the stone floor, sweeping his tail around to twist around his body. He wasn't one for standing for long. He much preferred to settle down, getting comfortable anywhere. There was no point in being uncomfortable when you can easily make yourself at ease. Or at least that's what he thought.

The small moan that fell from Fiona's lips only convinced him to work harder to win her. He remembered the little sounds she had made as they "exercised." They had been absolutely enticing and he was very eager to hear them again. The moan only fueled his attentions a bit more, continuing his light swirls until she moved away from him in a movement that was clearly reluctant. "I'll copy these two records," he commented, grabbing the flitter songs and another small scroll of songs. They were easily enough to copy and they were short. And he was going to get them done, yes, but he'd make sure that he adequately distracted Fiona in the process.

Grabbing another pen and reaching over her to dip it in her ink, he brushed his chest against her own nonchalantly before settling back into a chair that he'd pulled over. Another grab found him with a blank scroll and carefully he began to copy, making precise and sure strokes with the pen. It wasn't long before he needed more ink, so he repeated his original movement, except laying his left hand on her leg, a bit above her knee and keeping it there when he resettled in his chair. All this was done quite silently, a look of focus on his face. [/size]

[kysseh]

Ohhh, I'm sorry that you got hurt... Raiyth said gently as she got up and padded closer to investigate, very gently touching her nose to his shoulder as he settled down. The poor dear! He assured that it was nothing serious, but she still worried. Raiyth was a concerned dragon like that, and she disliked seeing others in pain. It made her want to fuss over them until they got better. I am well! I am worried about Mine, though. She seems to be thinking about a lot of things right now, and it is not a good bunch of thoughts. She is worried... she stated plainly, crooning softly in her anxiety.

He was settled down and looked comfortable, so she settled down beside him, albeit still looking very alert and concerned with her quickly-whirling eyes. On her neckridges, Ego was similarly fidgety, and both were nervous about Fiona's state of mind. Fiona seemed so hesitant and unsure. She wanted to respond to Yiminth's, but she didn't. It made her upset to feel Fi so confused. Fi did not need to be confused; it was bad for her. Raiyth did not want Hers confused like that. Yes, they are friends. But Mine is very nervous, and I do not understand why..

R'lor suddenly seemed very attentive to their work, and that was both exciting and disappointing for Fiona, who could not understand whether she wanted him to jump her or to let her finish in peace. She managed a smile as he sat and made movements towards beginning to work. Oh, yes, that would be good for him to focus on his copying, and she returned to to her work safe in the knowledge that she could escape the room without any awkwardness. It took her only a moment to regain her line of thought, and she sighed in quiet relief.

And then promptly groaned as he brushed his chest against her as he reached over to dip into the ink. Why did he need her ink?! Could he not get his own and avoid... well... perhaps it wasn't bad. She still could not decide whether she wanted to snuggle up to him or tell him politely to not try to seduce her further. It was a toss up, and poor Fi could not figure out which was the more reasonable option. Oh, she so wanted that snuggling and touching, but she did not want Raiyth to be disturbed, nor did she want a baby nor to get in trouble. She just wanted to-

She groaned again when he crossed over her again for ink, his hand staying on her leg as he moved back. She put the final line on her copy and set it aside to dry, letting out a long slow breath as she turned her gaze down to the hand on her thigh. This was not fair! Well, she was not about to play fair either, and she retrieved a new hide for copying with her left hand, reaching over with her right to pat his leg, high up on his thigh. Yes, she was prepared to play dirty. "Be careful not to smudge, or they'll make us re-do it," she told him cheerily before retracting her hand to start work on the new copying job. It was another recipe, which meant it was boring and had nothing to do with... that. This was a good thing!

[ryanne]

Yiminth cooed gently as the green lightly pressed her nose to his wound. It didn't hurt. It had salve on it that His applied a lot. The scrape was quickly disappearing and it was already nicely scabbed. It's okay, he attempted to reassure her, moving his maw to gently nudge her, an almost affectionate gesture. Mine says I'll be as good as new soon, he continued, the human phrase awkward in his mind. He didn't always understand what His was trying to say, but that he understood that one. His just had to explain to him that he wouldn't return to being a hatchling soon. He didn't want to be a hatchling all over again, even though he used to get to go with His more places.

The brown dragon reached out to his rider, feeling his emotions gently. I don't think Yours should worry. Mine thinks highly of her and he isn't thinking mean thoughts. I'm not sure what he's thinking but he...he 'wants' her. I don't understand what he wants, but I think it's a good thing.[/i] Yiminth had flown in Flights, but he still didn't understand the human side of it all. Should I tell Mine to reassure her? Stop so that he doesn't make her more nervous?[/i] he asked, not wanting His to be making someone uncomfortable. He wasn't the scolding type, but His needed it sometimes. It was wrong if he was upsetting Raiyth's.

When she settled down next to him and spoke again, he quickly became concerned for her. She was clearly agitated, her eyes whirling quickly. Trying to be comforting, he wrapped his tail around her, curling up a bit around her. He was so much bigger than her that the difference was distinct and the picture was fairly entertaining. Yiminth didn't realize that maybe he was being presumptuous to be curling around her, he was just trying to provide her with a bit of comfort since she was distressed. That was how he was. Yiminth, the big dragon teddy bear.

He was copying the record quickly and easily, used to the work even though he skivved off on a regular basis. He grinned inwardly, though, at the small groan his movements had stirred. She responded so wonderfully to his touch and he knew that she wouldn't be able to resist giving in to him. There was no reason for her to say 'no' once their work was done. And at the rate he was going, it would be done soon.

R'lor was very surprised when her hand made its way to his thigh. This time, he didn't bother to conceal his smirk, though he continued to work on his scroll without much hesitation. However, he began to move his left hand, tracing patterns on her knee and then moving it up a bit further, halting and continuing to ghost his fingers about. As he worked, he slowly made his way up her leg, wanting to see how far he could get before she stopped him. After all she had made a move on her own already, that gave him license to push a bit more.

He finished up his own scroll in what had to be record time, his own script firm and masculine on the page. Without missing a beat, he grabbed another scroll and grabbed the other record he needed to copy. His hand now resting three inches from her hip, he leaned over her again, dipping his pen and then laughing lowly as their bodies were pressed together. "I copy records quickly," he murmured, "So we'll be done here rather soon and then we can move on to more," he chuckled again, "exciting things." That wasn't suggestive at all. Of course not.[/size]

[kysseh]

Raiyth gave an answering croon and settled all the way down, leaning lightly against the brown now that she had decided that he would make a comfortable nap partner. He was very big and warm, after all, and his gentle nudge reassured her that he was well, despite his apparent injury. I hope it will be well very soon. Being hurt is not pleasant. she said amiably, despite the fact that the whirl of her eyes still displayed her anxiety with the whole situation. She did not want FiHers to be upset or hurt, though the girl seemed quick to assure her that everything was well.

Mine likes Yours very much too, but he is making her nervous, I think. She wants something from him, but she is scared. Raiyth elaborated, nodding her green head in agreement with Yiminth's assessment of the situation. He seemed to cover it well enough, even if she could not understand what their bondeds were quite up to. It was.... strange... and a little scary too. She had been falling asleep the last time FiHers had gotten like this, but there had been nothing else like it since. She did not understand! Hers seemed to be a little calmer now, but Raiyth was unwilling to take chances. Can you tell Yours that Mine is scared about something? I do not know what, but she is. Maybe if he talked to her, it would make her feel better. Yes, that made perfect sense! Talking things out did help, did it not?

Fiona did not miss R'lor's smirk, even after she retracted her hand and continued to work diligently on her copywork. He felt assured that she was responding, and she was suddenly reluctant to have encouraged him. Oh, but her emotions were so unstable right now. She managed to block out the sensations from his hand--oh, that deliciously wonderfully moving hand!--for just a moment, just long enough to sort through her own feelings. She wanted to roll around with him again, but she was afraid. She did not want to upset or harm her darling Raiyth... nor did she want to risk a baby, neither of those two things having crossed her mind before since Raiyth had been asleep, and she had been too dazed by Flightlust and hormones to think clearly. She also did not want to risk getting in trouble, though the first two were much more nervewracking reasons. Raiyth was, most of all, her concern. Poor, poor Raiyth... so confused by all of this!

His hand kept creeping up, and she could not help but moan lightly and squirm her hips about. He was really pushing things now, and she was torn between encouraging and discouraging. He was not playing fair! She wanted to just tease him and taunt him right back, but that would lead to not being sensible, and Fiona just had to be sensible. He could be lusty all he wanted without having to worry about either of her two concerns. She had no such luxury.

She watched him grab another scroll and morosely returned to her own copying, surprised that she was nearly to the end. How much attention had she been paying to this? None, it appeared, though the new copy was neat and legible, even if she retained in her memory little of what was actually on the page before her. She would be done soon, and she felt a thrill of exhiliration--and fear--at the idea. She wanted him badly, and she wanted to take his hand from her thigh and plop it on her in a more... sensitive location. That would have been thoughtless, though, so she kept herself in check, for the moment.

When he pressed up against her again, she finally gave in to the temptation to taunt and blatantly pressed up against him, resting a hand on his thigh very close to the junction of his hip and squeezing lightly. Oh, yes. Now he would have to pay attention, even through the thoughts of 'exciting things' were probably dominating his mind. She was undeterred in her need to address this pressing issue. "Yes... more exciting things..." Shardit! She had not meant to say that so breathlessly aloud. She swallowed, cleared her throat, and tried again. "I'm worried about Raiyth." Oops. Perhaps too direct...

[ryanne]

Yiminth rumbled softly as she curled up with him. He liked having a nap buddy and His wasn’t very comfortable to sleep with in comparison to Raiyth. Maybe they could curl up together more often. I agree. I don’t like not being able to fly as much. But I can swim. I like to swim.[/i] Even though he was the older one of the pair, he was still very much the hatchling at heart. R’lor wondered sometimes if he’d ever fully grow up, but then he realized that he didn’t care. He loved Yiminth for his young tendencies. It was refreshing.

The large brown listened intently to her explanation as he tried to sort through His’ mind. It was all very confusing and he didn’t like it very much. However, a flash of realization flowed over him. Mine wants Yours to have a Flight![/i] He had Flown in a few Flights, but he’d never won. Maybe His would win Raiyth’s Flight and then Raiyth and Hers could come live with them and he could curl up with Raiyth at night instead of His. Should they talk during a Flight? he asked curiously. He didn’t talk much during Flights, it didn’t seem right.

He was slightly disappointed when she took her hand back, but he just had to finish this scroll and then he could show her what real excitement was. Deftly, he continued the strokes, barely reading what he was he was writing. R’lor didn’t really care about what he was writing, it didn’t matter to him anyway. Glancing over, he noticed that she was also working diligently on her scroll. She also still had that conflicted expression plastered across her face. He resisted the urge to let out a sigh. Couldn’t she just give in already? She wanted it, he wanted it. It just made sense to have it. Yes, males’ minds could be that simplistic sometimes.

The movement of her hips just encouraged him further, pushing the limits by drifting her fingers up almost brushing the spot that he knew would either get him slapped or jumped. But then he fluttered his fingers back down her leg, looking at her to see her reaction. He was having a lot of fun with this and her reactions just fueled him a bit more. Her cute little moans and funny squirms were such a turn on and he had a feeling that she didn’t even notice it.

She agreed, well, in an interesting sort of way. Her voice was obviously breathless and it was very obvious that she wanted exactly what he. Her next words, however, shocked him. He paused in the middle of his copying, before continuing. “She’s already curled up with Yiminth. Maybe they’ll go to sleep.” He paused and then sighed. “I understand, though.” He removed his hand from her leg and finished copying the scrolls. There was no way that he would risk hurting her dragon. No matter how randy he was, he knew better than that. He would never do anything to hurt his Yiminth and he wasn’t insensitive enough to ask someone to do the same.
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[kysseh]

Raiyth nuzzled happily against the larger weyrling, resting quite contentedly near his warmth. He was a good snuggling and nap partner. Not many males were patiently willing to allow a still-clumsy weyrling like her to cuddle up, and that made Raiyth quite sad. I like to swim too. We should go swimming with Ours sometime! she said enthusiastically, looking distinctly more cheerful at the thought. Even with Hers in such turmoil, the thought of fun buoyed her spirits. Besides that, Hers seemed to be easing... but not. She paused, suddenly concerned.

Yiminth's sudden exclamation had Raiyth turning her head up toward him, crooning softly in confusion. A Flight?! But Hers had no wings... but there had been Flying before with Yiminth's and the other one. Raiyth was a little upset at the thought of Hers being Flown when she was in such a mood, but... it was all so confusing. She let out a small noise of distress, her wings fluttering lightly in concern. Was Yiminth's hurting her?! But... I don't think Mine wants a Flight. But she does, but she does not. Raiyth said in utter bewilderment, her eyes whirling anxiously.

Fiona sensed Raiyth's upset and quickly moved to soothe the green, ignoring R'lor altogether for a moment. It's all right, love. He is not hurting me at all, I promise. We're just doing chores, and then I'll come to you. she reassured her, which calmed the dragon enough that the green's eyes ceased to whirl so quickly. The girl felt terrible for her selfishness. No, she would not be doing anymore roll-in-the-hay things for awhile, not with Raiyth so alert to them.

She let out a soft cry as his fingers drifted up, mouth parting slightly as her face flushed with unconscious response. It was not fair! He was trying to make it very hard for her to say no, but she had to. It was for Raiyth, not for her, and when he seemed to agree to that, she felt instantly relieved. He was not going to push, then? Men sometimes pushed, but his behavior suggested that he would not insist upon the matter. She did feel terribly on his behalf, though, and she got herself under control, swallowing a bit and turning her dark eyes in an apologetic look towards him. This was not fair to him... to be so encouraged only to get nothing.

"I'm sorry, R'lor, but Raiyth comes first," she said with not a single hint of remonstration in her voice. If anything, her tone was sympathetic, still a tad breathless. She did not blame him; she blamed herself. She leaned over and let her head rest briefly on his shoulder in a wordless gesture of apology, then lifting it to resume her copying. The curly-haired teen could not help but extend a peace offering, though. It was the least she could do for him. "When... she gets a little older and can handle things, then you can be first... if you still want." It was probably less than comforting, but it was all she could offer forth for him. She only hoped that was enough.