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Post by 4horseshowgirl4 on Oct 4, 2009 22:45:05 GMT -5
It was the night after the renegade Hatching, and B'nyur was pacing unhappily around his weyr. Oveth was flopped down on the couch, quite content to get some rest after an exciting day, and he simply couldn't understand why His wasn't thinking the same way. His head was erect slightly, weaving back and forth with B'nyurHis's movements. Mine, you are very restless tonight!
[/color] Oveth chirped, stating the obvious like it was a eureka moment, as he tended to do. He sat up on his haunches, tail whipping from side to side, almost mirroring B'nyur's movements. At first, B'nyur didn't reply. His mind was too full of worrying thoughts... that crazy Green that was quite liable to dig her claws and teeth into anything that crossed her path... that greedy Black with the fetish for shiny things... that Blue that had tried to eat His... those renegade dragonets were trouble, that was for sure. He was fairly sure he was going to have nightmares about them. Stop worrying so much, Mine! They can't get us up here.[/color] Oveth said, trying to reassure His. Their weyr was close to the infirmary, and rather low to the ground as Oveth's color denoted, but they were still several dragonlengths from the base of the Weyr. {It's not that, Oveth, though I wouldn't put it past the Green to try to take a chunk out of you...} B'nyur trailed off, pacing back and forth again. It took him a moment to start again. Oveth, patient as he was, did not prod his. {It's just... well, Thread's going to return soon, and there's already those renegades... if we take those Weyrlings 'cause of the ones from Dalibor, then those crazy youngsters might weaken our wings... it's just not a good situation, Oveth, and I don't like it!} his tone suggested that he might stamp his foot like a petulant Weyrbrat, but he didn't, just continuing to pace. Neither said anything for a moment. Oveth lay back down, his head not bothering to follow B'nyur's movements anymore. You're really stressed out. Don't be![/color] Oveth finally said. He hated it when His was like this. Stress wasn't good for anyone! B'nyur didn't say anything, but he silently affirmed that. Yes, he was, and he had good reason to. Those crazy hatchlings would worry anybody. You should go see Shoth's.[/color] Oveth said suddenly. B'nyur stopped in his tracks, tilting his head towards the Blue and waiting for further explanation. You are always very relaxed and happy when you're with Shoth's. You get weird and distant, but you're happy, so it will make me happy![/color] A slow smile spread across B'nyur's face. {You're a good dragon, Oveth.} he said, patting the Blue. Mind giving me a ride over there? The Blue rumbled, which B'nyur took as a yes. He didn't bother with straps; Oveth walked out to their ledge and kneeled down, B'nyur swung on, and they were off. B'rak was a Wingsecond as well as a Bronzerider, so their weyr was a lot higher and roomier as their rank decreed. Oveth landed clumsily on the ledge-- it was dark, and Oveth was not the most graceful dragon in the world to begin with. B'nyur was used to it, though, and hardly budged. He slipped off of the Blue, patted him gratefully, and slipped inside B'rak's weyr. He didn't think the Bronzerider would mind him barging in. Oveth took off to have a good sleep back at his own weyr. His wouldn't need him until the morning. "Oh, B'rak, dear..." B'nyur said, grinning, as he strode into the other's weyr. "I need some stress relief... Mind if I stay the night?"[/right][/font] |
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Post by jack on Oct 5, 2009 16:23:47 GMT -5
It hadn't exactly been the most uneventful day, as everyone by now was aware, and while the majority of the population would be gleeful to know that boredom hadn't snuck in, B'rak was immensely glad that the whole ordeal was over. He was an easy-going fellow...liked his days long and simple, without anything so insanely crazy that he felt his head was spinning by the end of the day. And as difficult as that was with a dragon like Shoth, he felt he'd managed quite well for most of his years. Well...all his relaxation-time had just been trumped by one Hatching.
The white-haired man gave a low groan and ran a hand through his haphazard spikes, eyes closed and a headache looming threateningly in the background. Essentially, he felt alright. He'd taken the time to clean himself and wash his hair with warm water--considering his equivalent to a 'bath' tended to be a dumping in the lake by Shoth, it was a welcome relief--and had even spent a few hours oiling the Bronze's great hide, a way of calming and soothing himself as much as it was to sooth Shoth. But even with the pleasant--or at least he found it pleasant--smell of the oil wafting through the room, and with the gentle glows dimly lighting the room, he couldn't help but feel an unnatural antsiness to him.
It wasn't like it was unusual for a person to be a bit jumpy after a Hatching such as that one, but for someone as difficult to truly shock as he liked to think he was, this unexplainable urge to run around and check into every weyr and every weyrling was ridiculous. But he couldn't help it. For some reason, those crazed dragonets had struck negative chord after negative chord in him, and the shivers of worry were still bolting up and down his spine.
Shoth watched with mild amusement as his began to pace for the third time that evening, his hands in a continuous circle. Run through hair. Put on hips. Tug on fingers. Fiddle with bangs. Rub bridge of nose. Run through hair. Put on hips. Tug on fingers. Fiddle with bangs. Rub bridge of nose. Run through hair.
The dragon's eyes glimmered and he let out a low chuckle, the very tip of his tail twitching with catish pleasure as he felt the emotions rise and fall within His's mind. It was nice to feel such a rush from the stone-born man--made Shoth more and more assured each time that he had picked the perfect Mine. A Mine that felt, yet was distant, yet grew, yet stayed the same. He flicked his tail again and yawned, settling himself even further on his couch.
About ready to slip into a nap, he felt the arrival of the other's long before B'rak and glanced to the side, not bothering to lift his head at the Blue's intrusion. He didn't even bother to speak, watching with distant interest as the dragon lifted off and left, leaving a squishy behind. A rumble of amusement trickled like a sigh from his maw as he recognized the squishy and he closed his eyes, shifting his wings a bit for a few moments before he was cheerfully napping away.
But the spark of a chuckle attracted B'rak's attention, and while he didn't look right away, he was prompt to relocate his gaze when B'nyur spoke. The man wheeled around immediately, spirit lifting immensely at the arrival of the older man. A lop-sided grin faded to a pleased smile as he lazily walked closer to the blond, eating up the distance between them with his long strides.
"I suppose not," he rumbled in reply, reaching out to tuck a strand of the other's hair behind his ear--becoming a habit!, "I think we could all use a bit of stress relief after a Hatching like that."
He looked over the healer's face fondly before leaning in, gently brushing his lips over the other's. "How's the little mauled one?"
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Post by 4horseshowgirl4 on Oct 9, 2009 0:05:58 GMT -5
As B'rak approached, a contented smile spread across B'nyur's face. It was so undeniably wonderful to have such affectionate, desiring feelings for the man in front of him; and, even better!, to have those feelings reciprocated. Even at his age, all this stuff was still new enough to B'nyur. His double duty of Dragonriding and Dragonhealing had never left him much time for seeking out or developing a relationship, especially back at Fort Weyr, where'd he'd been one of the most junior Dragonhealers, and given the graveyard shifts to reflect such!
"Oh, Faranth, I hope whoever's appointed as Weyrlingmaster for that group stays healthy; I don't want to try to teach that strange bunch," B'nyur said quietly. "And the holdboys are fine. They're a bit marked up, but there shouldn't be any permanent damage, thankfully." He sighed, almost under his breath. No doubt that the Candidates would be the first in a long line of injured people and/or dragons that Green would cause... no doubt that this was only the first of the trouble any of that clutch would cause. Yes, B'nyur was prejudiced, but he felt that his feelings were somewhat justified-- look how the lot of them had behaved! And D'lios had Impressed a Brown-- a Sub-King! Undoubtedly that was what had caused Kalith's rage; it was worrying! What would that man do with that sort of power?
Oh, but listen to him. He was trying to get away from these stressful thoughts. "What a day," he murmured, placing his arms around B'rak and drawing him closer, taking a great comfort and solace from the other's presence, one that certainly equaled that that Oveth's brought him.
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