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Post by Memorie on Sept 19, 2006 18:36:34 GMT -5
When they arrived at I'slen's weyr, Amenth took off for her own ledge. Tujal led the poor drunken Weyrlingmaster into his own weyr. After pushing him down on his own bed, she went to his chest of drawers and pulled out the soft pants riders usually wore for sleeping, and a new pair of underwear. She strode back to him. "Now you may unbuckle your pants, Weyrlingmaster." She smiled.
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Post by LyricalBlue on Sept 19, 2006 22:17:42 GMT -5
After depositing a still chittering Feya on the bed, I'slen did as Tujal had bid him do. With some fumbling and more than a little stumbling the bronzerider managed to strip. He tossed the clothes behind him and stood grinning broadly at Tujal. She hadn't quite gotten a view of him like this, and I'slen shared a trait common with most bronzeriders. He was very proud and always happy to make use of his physique. The world luckily was alot less tipsy than it had been, he reached over and scratched the gold lizard in thanks. Feya bumped his hand good naturedly then began to preen.
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Post by Memorie on Sept 19, 2006 22:41:53 GMT -5
Tujal raised an eyebrow at the pose struck. By the first egg, he would regret this when he woke up cold-sober later on. Shaking her head at that thought, and blushing at his lewdness, she looked away pointedly and handed him the clean underwear. I'll pur your pants on for you, but I shall not put your underthings on you." Her hand was extended, to hand him the undergarment.
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Post by LyricalBlue on Sept 19, 2006 23:22:24 GMT -5
The bronzerdider was sober enough to make a mock pouty expression. He then took the underwear and slid them on slowly, being sure as to give Tujal a full view of exactly what it was she was missing.
"I really can manage putting them on goldrider;" he said with a wicked smirk. "Besides I'd much rather have you take them off." As if she understood exactly what had been said, Feya looked up and chirpped at I'slen and a rather... harsh tone. The bronzerider laughed and walked out to the ledge. A moment later the whoosh of wings and the huge dark form of Weseaneth were visible.
The dragon's wings still fluttered worriedly but I'slen soon had him calmed and settled. The bronzed turned one whirling eye so he could see Tujal.
You fixed him. Weseaneth's tone was approval as much as seeming surprise and I'slen walked back into the Weyr, all to used to to his bronze speaking to Tujal openly. He took the pants from her and placed them back.
"No need for those, its rather warm tonight." He grinned sloppily, still feeling the after effects of the wine.
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Post by Memorie on Sept 19, 2006 23:31:37 GMT -5
Weseaneth rejoined the little adventure. "Aye, Weseaneth, I did. Slobbering like a goon, he was." She went to the bronze and scratched an eyeridge, suddenly feeling a rush of affection for the great beastie. Amenth would never be bigger than he was; indeed, if she reached his size, she'd be lucky. "You're a good dragon, Weseaneth."
Slowly, she turned back to I'slen to watch him put the pants away. Giving him a wierd look, she went and sat on the bed. "It's not that warm, and once the sun sets completely, you might want those," she said, smiling vaguely. She sunk into the bed, sitting back a little further and resting on her hands. "And you, my Weyrlingmaster, are rather drunk."
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Post by LyricalBlue on Sept 20, 2006 11:23:10 GMT -5
The bronzerider flopped down on to bed next to her and stretched out, not even caring that the world was still tiled on an odd axis. He scooped up the little gold lizard and deposited her on his stomach. Feya squeeked indignantly then curled up, fluttering her wings at being handled so. She was a queen after all, if only a little one, she was of the opinion she should be treated with as much respect as her larger cousins.
I'slen turned to look at Tujal, that silly smile still plastered on his face.
"Thats what furs and good company are for. And yes, I do happen to be rather drunk." The thought of why hardened his expression and the rider glanced toward the ceiling. To have lost such a promsing young rider to such an accident. He sighed and ran his hands through his hair.
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Post by Memorie on Sept 20, 2006 12:25:18 GMT -5
Tujal leaned her head slightly to the left at the pained expression on the man's face. She decided it was because he had been reminded of J'relean, and she sighed. Deciding also to steer conversation away from that topic, she smiled. "You need sleep, bronze rider," she told him. Laying down next to him, she reached a hand out to gentle caress the small gold. Now she situated herself on her side to look at him. He was goofily smiling, and she wondered if she could badger him a little; she was feeling rather in a mood to be a bother. "I do believe you might regret this tomorrow," she told him. "Naked, in front of a weyring, and a goldrider, no less." She shook her head. "Some might say it was...innappropriate."
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Post by LyricalBlue on Sept 20, 2006 12:49:00 GMT -5
I'slen turned back to her and smiled fondly. He caught her hand as it streched out to caress Feya and kissed it, then released it once more. If there was one thing to say about wine, it certainly made him bolder. Or maybe he'd just had enough of dancing around the subject, appropriate or not. Shards and shells it wasn't like he couldn't just ask for another assignment. He'd served as a Wingsecond before becomming Weyrling Master. He thought for a quick moment, Tujal had just under a turn of Weyrling training yet. Depending of course on how fast she finished the course and how long it took Amenth to reach adulthood.
At that thought Weseaneth crooned happily. All I'slen could do was glance at the bronze and grin. Oh yes, they had plans for that day. The bronzrider stuck his tongue out at Tujal then laughed.
"I don't think I have much to worry about. You're the only one who knows your here and I'm sure you're not about to blather that about now are you?" His grey eyes flashed and he looked back up at the ceiling again. "Besides, I'm dead drunk. I won't remember a thing tomorrow."
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Post by Memorie on Sept 20, 2006 19:25:43 GMT -5
Tujal laughed cruelly. "Until I remind you in excruciating detail." She grinned. "And maybe I'll embroider the tale a little bit." Her hand still tingled where he'd kissed it. "And who says I won't blather?" she asked, although she knew it wouldn't be in her nature. Grabbing a lock of his hair, she pulled it a little, just enough to smart. Oh, yes, she thought. Now we're havin' fun. She loved to bother and tease the man.
She rolled over now, facing away from him. "And now you can't even see my 'beautiful' face," she teased him, giggling audibly and covering her face with her hand. "Heh heh heh," she taunted.
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Post by LyricalBlue on Sept 20, 2006 20:27:19 GMT -5
He laughed quietly at her comments and shook his head when she rolled over. Women... they were all alike, at least in their love of driving him insane. He picked up Feya and deposited the little queen on a shelf next to the bed. She squawked as she was moved once again but curled up and settled down, used to such things after many long years with I'slen.
Then the bronzerider gently pushed Tujal's closest shoulder back down onto the bed then half rolled onto her. He placed both hands on either side of her and grinned.
"I see your beautiful face in my dreams. And I doubt I would mind any embelisment other than not remembering what exactly happened." Then before too much pressure could build he released her and flopped back down onto his side of the bed.
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Post by Memorie on Sept 20, 2006 22:15:00 GMT -5
All of a sudden, he was on top of her. She tensed hard and quick. This was not the time. Her teasing mood fell away quickly, and her smile disappeared. He spoke; she hardly listened. When he flipped back to his own side of his bed, she sighed with relief, though quietly. Balancing herself on her elbow, she looked at the man thoughtfully, but did not say anything. How close, she wondered, had he been to do whatever he had wanted? A tiny voice told her she had brought it on herself.
Aye, you did, Amenth told her. You know he's inebriated, so why tease him? Ah, Amenth, the voice of reason. Tujal grimaced, but sitll said nothing.
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Post by LyricalBlue on Sept 21, 2006 22:53:29 GMT -5
He sighed and stretched, reaching his arms up far over his head. By Faranth he was tired, I'slen winced remembering J'relean. He flopped over onto his side and pulled a skin over him, then a moment later he turned back and curled up next to Tujal. The bronzerider closed his bloodshot eyes tightly and tried to put such thoughts out of his head. From the ledge, Weseaneth crooned, trying to comfort his rider and I'slen sighed. Why did it always happen this way? But then there really was no easy way to lose a Weyrling.
Weseaneth crooned again and I'slen tried his best to put such thoughts out of his mind. He glanced up and saw that Tujal's face was drawn tightly.
"Hmm? Whats wrong?"
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Post by Memorie on Sept 21, 2006 23:09:15 GMT -5
Schooling her expression quickly, she shook her head. "Uhm, nothing, why?" she asked, mentally kicking herself. This weyr had made her grow soft. She no longer had the control over her expressions that turns of being a Lord Holder's daughter had taught her. Well, she would fix that directly. After all, she couldn't exactly go around, wearing her heart on her sleeve. Only fools did that.
She yawned, tired from the days events. It was only early evening, but she had worked hard on I'slen, and she hadn't been able to "lean" on anyone since her Hold days, when her father had used that skill in bartering. Funny thing, that, because when she'd asked him if it was wrong to do, he only replied, "It is not a crime to use our gifts for what we need." And she had always taken him at his word.
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Post by LyricalBlue on Sept 23, 2006 11:33:31 GMT -5
He watched her, his grey eyes cool for a few long moments and decided that pushing her while he was drunk was not the best of ideas. He could barely handle the woman when he was sober. He rolled back over and yawned after she had. Those darn things spread like wildfire within a group of people. Snuggling under the fur, I'slen attempted to try for sleep. He was going to have one hell of a hangover tomorrow. Ah well, sometimes it was good to have reminders of one's stupidity.
Seeing his rider settle down, Weseaneth did likewise. Curling into a sinous ball of dimly shining bronze the dragon went to sleep, his head still turned towards his rider. The little firelizards too were already asleep, in a little pile of intermingling green and gold on the shelf.
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Post by Memorie on Sept 24, 2006 15:50:54 GMT -5
Tujal watched his back for a while and forced herself to relax her body. She took long deep breaths to steady herself. Well, if he was going to sleep, maybe she ought to go back to her weyr. Or should she stay and keep him company, in case he needed her?
You ought to stay. You don't know how the wine will affect him. Some of you people get sick, Amenth said wisely. Tujal nodded and thanked the dragon. She would stay.
Rising slowly so she wouldn't disturb him, she went to the drawer that she knew concealed his sleeping pants and shirts. Smiling at fond memories, she pulled out a pair of pants and an oversize shirt (What am I thinking? All his shirts are oversize on me," she thought.) and discarded her own quickly. She folded it, laid it on a near chair, and slid on the new shirt. Repeating the process with the pants (she'd had to also take off her underthings, as the man surely didn't have any female underthings there), she smiled at her warmth. She returned to the bed and furs and sat softly, wondering if he was still awake.
Finally, she laid down next to him and pulled the covers up to her chin. She curled into the fetal position and laid her hands under her head. Finally, she was ready for rest. "Goodnight, I'slen, she murmured. But she laid awake.
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