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Post by matsi on May 17, 2012 16:35:20 GMT -5
The summer was just starting, and the weather was growing nicer by the moment. The air was warm, yet sticky from the humidity. Plants grew wildly in the damp soil as the light from the heavens gave them a guide. Rukbat seemed to be saying ‘Come to me. Get closer to me. Love me with your very being,’. The plants seemed to listen, and were getting taller by what seemed like the second. No wind even seemed to dare to challenge the plants. Not even a soft, cooling breeze tainted the warm, stagnate air.
Air, was not the thing that bothered Maikoda. Well, not the only thing. Her skin was damp from the damp air that touched her skin. Yet, to add to that, sweat rolled from her pores in a desperate attempt to cool herself. With a leather throng holding her hair up and off of her neck, and the thinnest clothing she could find clothing her body, she sat on one of her chairs, her brown eyes locked on the orange that growled and grumbled to herself. The orange’s orange and red-orange hide was glowing brightly, as if she was trying to become the Rukbat that was calling out to the plants of Pern. It was this glowing that really bothered Maikoda. To all of those that had female dragons, they knew what that glowing meant, and Maikoda had seen it once before in her own dragon. There were two signs of the inevitable flight that female dragons did. First, the glowing hide. Which, As much as Maikoda hated to admit it, was clear as Rukbat in the sky right now on Bayneth. Then, there was the change of attitude. Maikoda, once again, hated to admit it, but Bayneth was being a bit more bratty than normal. Only days before, the orange threw a fit about being touched by rain. Sure, Bayneth complaining was nothing new, but the level of things that were setting her off was just… off the charts! Maikoda was already irritated with the heat, but she was doing all she could now to just keep from exploding on her own dragon.
It is too hot! My hide is going to crack! Why aren’t you oiling me?! Do you want me to look hideous? YOU DO, DON’T YOU!? The orange complained and growled as her eyes danced with furious colors of frustration and unhappiness. She fidgeted around on her perch, unfolding, then refolding her wings, licking her lips, crossing and uncrossing her legs, doing anything to try to find a comfortable position on her ledge that baked her. Maikoda buried her face in her hands for a moment as she just silently took Bayneth’s ranting. She didn’t want to fight with her dragon, but that result was just getting harder and harder to avoid.
I’m hungry, too! Bayneth finally stopped her verbal whining to let out a long and loud groan.
”Then go EAT,” Maikoda snapped slightly as her eyes glared needles at the orange from between her fingers.
But it’s too hot, Bayneth hissed as if Maikoda should have known that. Of course, Maikoda did, but she was just trying something…anything… get get Bayneth out of her hair for quarter of a candle-mark. Instead of saying anything else to the orange, though, Maikoda only groaned and covered her eyes again. Maybe if she couldn’t see Bayneth, maybe she wouldn’t hear her too.
For a few moments, Maikoda’s tactic seemed to work. The Weyr fell silent, and Maikoda could hear herself think. It was a nice feeling for once.
Yet, of course, Bayneth had to ruin the silence.
I feed. She hissed as she spread her wings and took flight.
Maikoda raised her head, slightly confused as the orange took to the sky.
Then we will see if any can beat my brown from home, She snarled into Maikoda’s mind as she let out a screech and dove towards the feeding pens.
Maikoda about panicked as realization hit her, and almost left her speechless. Yet, as Bayneth dove on her first wherry, Maikoda’s mind screamed out, almost out of pure instinct.
BLOOD IT! BLOOD IT OR YOU WILL GET ONLY THE WORST OF THE WORST! She mentally shoved at the orange, trying to keep her will above Bayneth’s.
I am HUNGRY! I WILL ALWAYS GET THE BEST! She roared in frustration and swiped her massive paw at another wherry, killing it, then clamped her jaws on the first victim. Despite her frustration, the Orange blooded the first kill, then the second, and proceeded to have a third and fourth before licking her lips and looking at the bright sky. Her eyes were purple and red, as she glared at Rukbat, challenging it. She bared her teeth to the bright orb, then let out a roar.
RUKBAT TAKES MY GLORY! COME! BE MY PLANTS AND CHASE ME! I AM RULER OF RUKBAT! BETTER THAN RUKBAT! BE MY PLANTS! She let out another scream, and beat the stagnate air with her wings, shooting herself into the blue sky.
Maikoda let out a sigh of relief as Bayneth blooded her kills, but there was something else boiling in her stomach. At first, it made her feel sick, almost like her lunch was going to come up. Then, she became dizzy and light headed. The Orange rider moved to her bed and sat on that for a moment, letting herself recover, or get used to, the sudden overwhelming flood that not was taking hold of her. The light-headedness started to turn into a vision. A vision of the ground slowly fading away as the great blue sky drew nearer. The image soon became more than just an image. It became what she saw, what she was doing, and it transformed her from human, to one with her dragon. There was no more frustration. No more attention on the disgusting heat. Nothing but the want for the best of the best burned in both Maikoda and Bayneth’s minds at that point. Rukbat was no longer the only light on Dalibor.
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Post by Cathaline on May 18, 2012 0:16:22 GMT -5
Dragons in general rose quite often in a Weyr; oranges were quite a lot less common, and Weslieth lifted his head from where he was floating along in the lake, keeping cool on this hot day. The instinctive stir of desire and fascination propelled his body, but his mind momentarily protested, and he desperately reached for his rider. Jazz, I don't understand. She wants me to be a plant! Plants don't fly![/i]
Jazz snorted, scrambling out of the water. Weslieth's bewildered shutdown would keep him grounded until she fixed it, which was just cruel when he was lusting, so she sorted through his memories. Plants need sunlight to grow. She wants you to need her,[/i] she deduced, scrambling onto her yellow's back even as she spoke. Weslieth shook off his confusion and took to the sky, dropping Jazz on Maikoda's weyrledge. Even that quick flight, combined with the blazing heat, took most of the dampness from Jazz's clothing; the furnace of the day twined with the building lust. More than anything she wanted to strip down, but she refrained for now. Good luck,[/i] she told her dragon, then turned to Maikoda, sizing her up. "Hey," she said, her voice throaty, somewhere between a purr and a growl.
Weslieth wasted no time in winging after Bayneth, answering her call. His sunlike hide gleamed in the light, and he greeted her, Hello, glorious one![/i] At first glance, he might not appear to be the best of the best; he was chubbier than most dragons, and would likely be smaller than some of those who arrived to chase as well. But he was sweet-tempered and delightfully ignorant of Bayneth's flaws; in his words and his mind there was nothing but sincerity. Right now, he truly believed she was the most wonderful dragon on Pern, and he wanted her more than anything.
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Post by kireon on May 19, 2012 9:36:55 GMT -5
Nelideth had been particularly insistent in rising early and getting fed, bathed and oiled until he positively gleamed that morning. Not exactly a morning person, H'lios had uttered many a comment or ten to his bonded during the entire process. The blue's only saving grace had been the dramatic order that he get a mug of klah while he dined on the 'best' choices of wherry, and that was the only reason he hadn't cheerfully ordered the vain beast to shove Between and let him deal with the grief and insanity that would follow. Now that his majesty was well fed, bathed and oiled, sunning himself with wings spread just so, the dark haired man had time to finally take an actual look around from their weyr's ledge.
The lake was a popular destination for many, it seemed, and on a few occasions the two of them had noticed some of the weyrlings, and riders, out their with their bonded enjoying the good weather. Movement against his neck gave him brief pause, one hand reaching up to reassure the tiny little pink fire lizard who'd poked her head out from beneath his jacket. She cheeped softly, rubbing against the offered hand and just as quietly slipped back to her hiding place. Flicker hadn't left his side once the entire time, even with Nelideth's orders to go make friends worthy of her, and them too, of course.
In due time, she'd seek out others of her own kind, and then she'd likely go to a more attentive, affectionate master than himself.
She rises![/color] Movement caught his attention as his vain monstrosity of a dragon arched his neck, watching what appeared to be an Orange take off into the air. H'lios swore vehemently under his breath, trying to reign in control of the dragon before the wherry-brained lout decided to make a pest out of himself before they'd even gotten themselves established at their new 'home'. Make haste you oaf, this is no time to be dallying.[/color]
Flicker trembled in her hiding place, H'lios gritting his teeth as heat began to pour into his veins and stirred his blood. One of these days, he thought to himself as he jerked to his feet, storming over to get on the blasted fool's back for another senseless chase that, in all actuality, wouldn't get him the prize Nelideth thought he deserved. “One of these days, you overgrown tunnelsnake, you'll be the death of both of us- and it had best not be this day.” Or so help him Faranth, he'd send the damn beast Between himself and laugh all the while.
Dropped at the ledge, the tall newcomer raked both hands through thick black hair- and attempted to retame it again as he ignored the other woman present. His attention was on Maikoda, centered entirely on her as if she were the single point of sense and reason in an otherwise chaotic world. I expect groveling when you lose. He thought at his dragon, the words carrying less heat than they could have, as the two had their... own little way of dealing with one another, and showing each other they cared.
Nelideth snorted in response, spreading his powerful wings and launched himself skyward after the blazing star in the sky. Rukbat? Hmph, it paled in comparison to this one's light, and together, they would outshine all. She just needed to understand that he was the one who would best match her, and he knew he was quite the convincing King. After all, his hide was nothing in comparison to what lay in his mind. They would rule together, as they should, and their brood would only accept the most perfect of individuals to carry on their legacy. Rukbat is no comparison to your shine, it can only dream of attempting to match even a shard of your glory and beauty![/i] Pretty words, flattery well aimed to catch her attention. He was beautiful, she was unmistakeably beautiful, what else could she ask for in a mate?
He was the King of Blues, of Elegance and Grace; there was simply none better than he to choose. He would give her what she wanted, and more, he would be the one to watch the clutch while she wished to dine, and he would be the one to stand proud at her side.
He was also King of Arrogance, should one ask his rider- but no one would, because his rider wasn't important right now, that lovely, glowing orange form flying high was important.
All Bayneth had to do was just look at him and see that he understood that.
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Post by Ondine on May 19, 2012 22:46:59 GMT -5
Z'an had woken before the crack of dawn, uncomfortably awake and aware of everything around him for several seconds before he realized what was wrong. It wasn't the bed, the room, that he was familiar with. Of course it wouldn't be. It wasn't the Weyr that he'd been in all of his life. The one thing that remained the same was the mountain of iron hide that stared at him with eyes that were intelligent and observing, eyes swirling with small concern. The man breathed heavily for a moment, unaccustomed to the brief panic that had flashed through him, and then steadied. It was a new room, that was all. He found that he was sweating, and flung the blanket from himself to cool off.
He'd been able to take a weyr that was almost all the way to the top of the bowl of the ancient, and dead, volcano. As a bonus, it had a ledge, and the large opening became an even bigger cavern. Which was good, because Akanith wasn't exactly the smallest dragon. But this was one of the largest weyrs that didn't belong to a leader who needed the space, and most of the larger weyrs were...well, taken. Not entirely surprising, given that this was a new, but established, Weyr, and he was a newcomer. A newcomer with a fully grown dragon and two decades of bonded experience, but a newcomer. It was a fresh experience for him, and he found that he liked it. It was good to see new faces, to memorize a new layout, have fresh politics to learn. Or new facts! Like...like the Tan who belonged to a man. That was new.
But he was up now, and wasn't about to get back to sleep. So he whiled away the time, thinking and reading a book, while his dragon stopped worrying and got back to the busy business of talking to His bonded, worrying about having to deal with all new dragons and Queens, and thinking about whether any other dragons here shared his intellectual pursuits.
Many an hour passed like this, until the dawn came and went. His dragon was uncharacteristically silent today, but Z'an put it out of his mind. There were many reasons to be quiet, the last of which was that there was a lot of thinking to do, and it wasn't as though he felt anything bad over their link. Just pondering. At least, until Akanith abruptly uncurled his body from where it lay, staring out of the weyr at the...orange dragon. Oh no. Akanith usually had problems socializing with dragons, but during Flight, some of that anxiety went away...replaced instead by the desire to create more intellectual dragonets. She has risen. His voice was a deep and thoughtful tenor. Perhaps this is, indeed, the best way to get to know the Queens of the Weyr, as well as the other dragons of rank. Come, Mine, for there is a sky to fly through today.[/i]
Oh Faranth...shaking with the thrumming running through his blood, making it difficult to think, Z'an went to his dragon. “You know, when you start thinking without using your brain, it's a pain.” He still got on the Iron, vaulting up with the skill of long experience. Akanith snorted, seeing an orange sun rising. You hardly have any room to talk, your emotions make you the most frustratingly illogical creature. The words were said without any heat, although the pair was full of it as they wafted to the weyr of Maikoda. He was hardly the first, as he got dropped off, eying the male and female with his usual observance, but it left them in an instant, which was hardly usual. Maikoda was here, and right now, she was the one to look at, but his brain was losing focus. His thoughts were increasingly that of his dragon. Fly well, let's see some dragons who have intellect with pride.
Akanith didn't respond, bounding into the wide blue sky, as at home in the air as he was not on the ground. Bayneth was a touch prideful and arrogant for him, at least normally, but this was a new Weyr, and what better way to impress all with his intellect than dragonets who might inherit some of his own? And learning who else was of rank, who else would fly an Orange Queen, was a reward all on its own. Or so were the excuses that he used as he thundered upwards into the sky, snorting at the sight of the Blue blasting ahead. Quick and agile, but hardly with staying power, although larger than the usual blue. And a male yellow, also unusual, but they mattered not. Intellect was its own kind of beauty, and she could hardly ask for a dragon to give her more attention, than the one with the most attention to give. Rubkat sets every night, but you fly on, a far better light to those who pursue. Not exactly true, but the best way to express himself.
Z'an found himself snorting at the comment as his world narrowed to the Iron that flew powerfully through the air, steady and strong. Some flattery that was, the great loon of a dragon. But it did not matter much right now. He was Akanith, his world swamped by the thunder in his mind, and the world slipped away. The Iron stared dead ahead, chasing the orange star. If she had a mind at all, she would know that he was the most intelligent of all the dragons here, and would pass on the best traits of all.
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Post by matsi on May 24, 2012 13:06:52 GMT -5
Bayneth hissed and growled as she craned her neck every few wing beats. She wanted the BEST chasers. She wanted them all! She wanted them all there NOW!
Once again, she let out a scream that was mixed with lust and frustration, and craned her neck again just as the yellow joined her in the skies. She huffed and looked forward again, not exactly impressed yet. His greeting was short and to the point, but it was not enough for the moody orange. No, she wanted it all! She wanted HER male to cry his heart out to her! She wanted HER male to tell her how perfect and beautiful she was. She wanted HER male to be the best! She was convinced that the yellow wasn't the BEST...At least not yet... so she flew on, snarling and spitting with frustration.
When the blue's mind-voice reached her, she craned her neck again, crooning slightly at his words. That was a bit better of a complement, in her mind. She wanted to see the one with the nice words! Yet, his appearance made her bare her fangs and snarl. A BLUE?! She snapped and spit again, appauled that a BLUE would dare chase her! Yet, she didn't turn on him yet, for his words were like sweet, cool water on her burning frustration, and made her snarls less vicious as she turned her eyes to the horizion, and dove a few dragonlengths before tipping her wings skywards again.
She had a line planned out, a line that led straight to the burning Rukbat. She wanted to, and would, put it to shame with her glorious flight and her winner would become her sky. For now, the males were mere plants that looked to her for meaning to life. Soon, one would become the sky, to hold and protect HER glorious beauty!
Another sweet voice pushed into her lusty mind, making her turn for a split second before darting to the Rukbat again. An Iron. Finally, one that LOOKED good enough to be hers. His words were sweet too, which made her hum and consider who was following her.
The Yellow. Beautiful and quick. Yet, he was a bit... chunky... and didn't have the sugary words that she craved.
The blue. Hedious in color and size, but his words were the best she had heard since she arrived to this horrid weyr!
Then the Iron. Handsome and glorious with a smooth tongue.
The choices were good ones, but each had their faults. Not that it mattered to the orange yet. Not yet. She let out a challenging roar as she started to pump her wings harder and changed her course to a directly vertical flight. She would work them to the bone!
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Post by Cathaline on May 24, 2012 21:58:59 GMT -5
Despite his pudginess, Weslieth still had the speed of a fighter, if not quite the dexterity some slimmer models might exhibit. He was not yet winded, and he followed close behind, though he did not encroach on her personal space. She put the sun directly into their eyes, but Weslieth cared for nothing but her glowing form. You put Rukbat to shame with your light![/i] he told her appreciatively, admiring the way the sunlight gleamed off her orange hide. She was like a rising sun herself, in a way, especially when she changed the angle of her ascent.
He was no stranger to flying high, and Weslieth changed course slightly, rising after her in a tight spiral to take full advantage of the updrafts. He was aware of the other chasers; Nelideth could outspeed him, and Akanith could outlast him, if it came to that. Giving his wings a bit of a rest would save his energy for the pursuit, and he desired her too much to lose any advantage he might have.
He let out a loving croon, neck straining after her as he successfully gained similar height. Weslieth might not be the most flirtatious or eloquent dragon in the world, but he worshipped her in subtler ways. Telepathy came in handy, really, when one wanted to fill a fellow dragon's mind with one's own adoration for her, devotion to her. Weslieth really, truly didn't see any of her vanity or other faults; she was perfection to him in this moment. He didn't want her only as a conquest, or to satisfy his lust. He wanted to please her, to show her with his devotion that she was important and worthy, even if he could never hope to be truly worthy of her.
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Post by kireon on May 30, 2012 8:41:10 GMT -5
She was a fiesty one, clearly blinded by the shell that housed his magnificence. Silly Queen, his body language seemed to say, look beneath the surface and see the true power, the true strength and elegance that was imbued within every single part of his exquisite being! He was not just a Blue, no, no. Not at all, he was King of the Blues, a rarity of a King sheathed within a disguised hide. An undercover King, so to speak! Only the worthy would be acknowledged, and only those worth his attentions would ever, ever be pursued.
The Iron was no concern of his, even if he was a good deal bigger. That Yellow too, he was no threat, though the color was confusing ever so slightly before lust took hard control of his thoughts once again. Only those worthy would be able to keep up with her glorious rise, her elegant pacing and swift descent when she finally eclipsed Rukbat itself. Big though that King may have been, he was built for speed and stamina, for distance and for pursuing, as well as intelligence.
Yes, he was a King in heart, in soul and he was most certainly a King in appearance, even if he wasn't quite as big as his fellow pursuing the same Queen.
That Yellow, however, would take some considerable thought and mulling before Nelideth could make a proper decision one way or another. As H'lios had often complained, he was the size of a Yellow, albeit one on the smaller end of the spectrum. Which, naturally, only served to prove that he was more glorious than any other that had been born his admittedly unfortunate color. He was a bit thick in build, but wasn't doing a particularly terrible job at keeping up either.
Fly, my Queen! Fly and place Rukbat in your shadow where it belongs! Make that star hide in shame, for it cannot compare to your glory and radiance.[/color] He sang his song of seduction, of pretty words fueled by conniving flattery and ambition. She was magnificent all on her own, outclassing Rukbat by far, and he was glorious, a proven exception to a mere Blue anywhere he had seen. He, for this moment, only served to enhance her beauty, to make her shine all the brighter and more beautiful the way the sky encompassed and made Rukbat stand out.
Her challenge was answered readily, his large wings swift and true through the sky as he climbed, soaring like the near-white flame he considered himself to be. A direct flight up? Well, he would just have to outclass these fellow challengers in stamina and tactics, now wouldn't he?
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Damn. Sharding. Vain. Beast.
H'lios repeated the four words like a mantra, teeth clenched hard enough he figured he'd probably crack a molar at the rate he was going. Every time he thought some glimmer of clarity would steal over the Flight-lust brain of his bonded, he would be proven long and have to retain tight control over himself, and some mere semblence of such over Nelideth as well. One of these days, he swore, one of these days, that stupid pride manifested excuse for a tunnelsnake would end up injured to the point he would get that 'glorious' hide of his scarred and shredded to pieces.
Maybe he'd behave himself after such a savaging, the black haired man thought darkly, the thought bearing little actual belief in such a thing. Icy blue eyes remained on Maikoda, never once straying from her for even a moment. Unlike that vain child he called a dragon, he would not pursue her and use pretty, empty words to get what he wanted. Should her dragon choose his own, he would prove to her that the choice was, indeed, a good one.
Even if he would not give her his heart.
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Post by matsi on May 30, 2012 21:57:32 GMT -5
Bayneth spat and hissed more as she led her flight to a greater and greater height. The heat of rukbat was almost burning on her orange hide as she pushed on, not quite tired yet. Her energy was burning like the solar rays around her, and her determination to get only the best of the best was still strong in her mind.
The orange craned her nect one more time, inspecting her suitors. Frustration overcame her like a storm cloud over the sun. These were not the best of the best! They were far from it! With a snarl and spitting anger, she whirrled on her males. First in her sights was that Blue. Stupid, foolish blue! She slammed her shoulder into his side and sank her fangs into his side, snarling. She partially ripped her fangs out, leaving some hide flapping off of his body. Her head and body quickly swung to the Iron.
Sharding Iron! He was far from speaking his true feelings for her! She wanted his HEART POURED into it! She slammed her shoulder into him and let all of her talons rake his side, snarling and spitting even more. She then darted for the yellow before the Iron could think of snatching her from the skies. That yellow. That yellow just MOCKED her. She knew it! He thought his hide was as perfect as her own! She knew it! Enraged, she let her teeth chomp down on his tail as she darted past him and back into the skies.
She seemed to cool off, and the storm passed without another hiss or injury. With her frustrations released, she finally allowed her lust to return and her instincts flow. She had to choose. With the effort to scold, more like assult, those males, she was growing tired, and her hide was hot and irritating.
She thought, and shot glances back at the males that she had attacked. Finally, she tipped her wings slightly and circled the males once...
twice...
then a third time. Then she decided. With her instincts screaming at her to grab her winner, she moved into the small group of males, snapping her fangs at that lying iron and mocking yellow. His massive body encircled and twined around the Blue's beautiful body and she crooned to him.
He was beautiful, even if he was a blue. He pour his heart to her. He was not best of the best, but he was indeed the best. He was her sky.
Maikoda let out a sigh of relief as the feeling of Bayneth's decision came into her own mind. Her brown eyes looked at each rider, scowling at first, then softened as she almost stormed up to H'lios and twined her arms around his neck and nuzzled into his neck, crooning in a way like her dragon. He was her winner. He and his dragon were the sky.
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Post by kireon on Jun 6, 2012 16:04:08 GMT -5
Fire lanced across his side, a mere inconvienence at the moment, though he would be suitable overdramatic over the entire matter when lust had cleared his mind and sense was restored. Nelideth, to his credit, did not make a sound, merely angling his wings so that he could choose to dive after her if it pleased him- and pleased her, more importantly. Even with his side bruised and hide flapping from where she'd savaged him, he knew he was still magnificent and still every inch a King.
He sang to her, giving her his undivided attention and courted her through voice and body language. See how beautiful he was, he would be the sky that housed her glow, that set it off more wonderfully than any other! Eyes scarlet, he watched her tip her wings to fly back towards the trio of males calling out to her. Choose me, he willed, and she did after snapping at the Iron and the Yellow. He crooned back to her, thoughts temporarily returning to his rider to send no small amount of smug satisfaction back to him.
She was his now, and she had chosen him, the King of all the Blues, to be hers. His plans were well thought out and well executed, and now H'lios would simply have to acknowledge this as he wound his neck about her own, still singing his version of a love song to the glowing orange star. He would be the all encompassing sky in her world; and she would never, ever have to worry about someone getting their eggs as long as he was around.
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He was going to be insufferable, there was no getting around it and it would drive him between faster than any Thread injury would, H'lios just knew it. But a lesser queen's choice was not to be questioned, not to be denied to her at this stage, and his cold blue eyes followed Maikoda's moves as she sighed. Like his dragon, he would make her come to him, for he would come at no one's beck and call unless it came directly from the Weyrwoman or Weyrleader himself. At the feel of her body against his own, rational thought began to leave, his arms wrapping possessively around her waist as he took his eyes off her for a moment, long enough to catch the other riders' attention. "Get out." He growled, a throaty rasp beyond what was natural for him, and turned to guide the little sub-queen rider to their proper destination.
She had chosen well, and he would be sure to live up to the expectation with every bit of practice and skill he had accumulated in his years.
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