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Post by simile on Nov 14, 2011 18:34:34 GMT -5
Cassondra took a bite of the sweet roll she had recently gotten from the kitchens, savoring the taste while Tegarth sat and sun bathed, wearing her new wounds like badges. Oh yes. She had been flown by a great and powerful male. Her Lanith. She liked him. He wasn't afraid to play dirty or chase another chaser from the skies. She didn't feel bad... But Cassondra did. She didn't understand her dragoness' insistence that only a male who was willing to fight for her should win her flights. She was fairly certain that although her dragon liked Lanith, that for her and H'to it was what it was. A Flight and that was that. IF she was wrong, well, she'd be shocked by now. She'd gone through this enough times to know that things didn't usually work that way. Maybe they'd stay for a short while... but it was never truly lasting.
Tegarth sniffed. Why did hers worry about weyrmates and all that ridiculous stuff when she had her? Sure she wanted Hers to be happy, but they didn't need anyone else. There was no way that they ever would or ever did. Although she wouldn't mind, personally, waking up beside a strong male every morning. Though... she had never chosen the same mate twice. It wasn't her way most of the time.
Cassondra hardly noticed what was happening around her, her primary focus being on just trying to relax and enjoy the day. It was just a few days after Tegarth's flight and her uncertainty most certainly reigned in her.
The blonde took another bite of sweetroll, wishing quite deeply that she had had the foresight to get some klah when she went to go get her snack...
((Sorry it's short. Time crunch!))
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Post by Boo on Nov 15, 2011 7:22:38 GMT -5
”He’s not too bad, I can’t say that it’s useful for his self-esteem but the physical injuries are relatively superficial. There might be some scarring but little to no debilitating problems.”
The healer’s words brought a sigh of relief from Z’is as he relaxed visibly. The man, Tedaon, nodded at the two of them and then moved off. They had been in for another check up after their interesting first Chase so it was a complete and utter relief to know that Hephaeth was not overly injured. Certainly, he would have some difficulties for a while but it was his pride more than anything that hurt. Hephaeth was humiliated that his first time Chasing should have ended this way. As they walked from the infirmary, the blue’s head drooped sadly and he looked back at the bandages on his side with a morose expression.
Lanith had thcarth from threadfall… I don’t have them. I only have thethe oneth. Doeth that mean I’m not brave? I didn’t even fight… They were thilly anyway, both of them. I don’t like either one but thometimeth I wonder whether I should have thayed and fought.
Lanith is older than you. Both of them were. It was admirable that you attracted her attention at all and that Lanith thought you a threat. If you had remained… I would have been more upset…
Z’is rarely ever spoke, even to his dragon he was usually rather reserved but this was not a time for staying silent. He needed to stand up for his dragon and do whatever he could to boost the blue’s confidence. With Hephaeth in this kind of a mood, Z’is was little better but he was also not entirely accustomed to wearing his emotions on his sleeve which made this all the more difficult.
Oh… HIDE ME MINE.
It was odd to say the least when the huge dragon tried to hide behind his human. Z’is followed Hephaeth’s gaze and froze, for there, only a few paces in front of them were Cassondra and Tegarth. Instantly, Z’is went rigid, a whole host of emotions flowing through him many of which he thought were probably Hephaeth’s.
“Uhh….”
They were close enough that he should say something but he found he couldn’t speak. Not that he was likely to do so given the circumstances. He felt his cheeks growing hot as he battled internally with questions of social convention.
“It’s… Umm…”
Suddenly, he wished he could be the one hiding behind Hephaeth.
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Post by simile on Nov 15, 2011 13:44:39 GMT -5
Cassondra blinked and stared at Z'is for a moment before looking down. "I'm really sorry about what happened to Hephaeth in Tegarth's flight..." Her words were barely above a whisper. She turned towards her green who regarded the young blue with some amusement.
The lust of a flight is a terrible thing... I am sorry that you were attacked Hephaeth or for what may have happened during my Flight. Cassondra could tell that she really had no regrets... She had been pleased with her choice in the end. She had enjoyed the fight that permeated her Flight... and yet.... She still felt for the young one who had been hurt. Maybe if he ever deemed to fly after her again. She still thought he was cute.
Tegarth relaxed and sat there, her wings partially spread, the sun warming her hide pleasantly. Cass felt nervous. To her... Z'is and Hephaeth should both be angry with tem over what had happened. Or at least... Z'is should...
Tegarth snaked her head around towards her rider and bumped her slightly, causing her to stumble to her right. "Tegarth...." Her tone was annoyed, but... rather affectionate at the same time.
Her curly blonde hair was falling down around her shoulders and blue eyes regarded the man softly with a blush which was most likely caused by shame. Tegarth crooned softly, trying to reassure hers and the blue that she meant no harm. But she had few if any words to say right now. Even if she meant no harm, she'd already apologized.... and for the moment, she had Lanith to flirt with, so she felt little need to flirt with another male.
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Post by Boo on Nov 15, 2011 21:14:33 GMT -5
If things were awkward before, it was nothing compared with what he felt right now. He felt like he should be apologising to her but at the same time he was angry, frustrated and embarrassed. Every imaginable thought passed through his mind as Z’is struggled to think of something to say. Part of him wanted to reject the apology and throw it back in her face but the other part simply wanted to break down. In the end, his logic won out and the bluerider drew himself up a little taller, trying to show that he was not angry. Well, not truly. What he felt was frustration mostly but also shame. Z’is breathed deeply, steeling himself for a reply.
“It… It’s not your fault at all,” which it wasn’t, “It was our first time Chasing and I didn’t know what to expect. Hephaeth didn’t know…”
He was speaking more than he felt comfortable but felt that an explanation was in order, from Hephaeth’s sudden shock of surly frustration, Z’is gathered that Tegarth had just spoken to him. Using his own emotions, he pushed against his dragon’s mind trying to keep him from being too aggressive or upset with the green. It was not, after all, her fault for giving into her natural urges. Nor was it her who had mauled Hephaeth in the first place. Although he didn’t remember exactly what had happened he knew, from Hephaeth’s avoidance of the dragon, that it had been Lanith.
Thankth I gueth… It wath thomething new… I didn’t know what wath happening really… I should have been thtronger for you. I shouldn’t have run away.
He knew that Z’is had told him not to chase but hadn’t quite known why. Now he did. Was it all dragons that were so violent or just a couple of them? Hephaeth was more confused now than he had been before the Flight. If all dragons were violent during Flights did that mean that some of them died? He shuddered at the thought.
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