Shaylin's weyr (open, preferably riders)

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The door to Shay's weyr had been open today of all days. The greenrider was cleaning this morn, and now it was late afternoon. She was all finished with wing practice and all of that fun stuff. Now it was time to relax. Two of her greenriding friends were supposed to come over but cancelled at the last minute because their weyrmates made special plans with them. Romantic evenings and such. Well, she knew that Wedina was trying to get pregnant. Why, though, was the question, because she and her weyrmate had three children already that were fostered. She supposed it might have been because their fourth, a little girl, had died in infancy not too long ago. Still, Shaylin was slightly jealous because, one, she didn't have a weyrmate, and everyone seemed to know it, and two, Shay seemed to be infertile, hardly able to get pregnant through flight tryst, and if she did, she miscarried. The young woman still regretted aborting her first pregnancy. She wondered if she could have carried the baby to term. And for the first time in ages Shaylin felt lonely.

The woman sat on a plain, and hard chair. She sighed, looking around her empty room. It reflected her, cold, plain, and lonely. Shaylin never cared what people thought of her, Shaylin enjoyed her privacy, Shaylin knew that she had trust issues, and she knew she could be distant. She preferred to have just a few close friends rather than be popular. Always had that sentiment. Shaylin closed her eyes for a few seconds. She was lonely and jealous, not a good combination. Yet tonight she seemed more docile than spit an' vinegar like she usually was.

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T’ryus strode casually through the Alpha weyrs, his usual swagger accenting his steps. The man was bored, which was an unknown emotion to the Weyrharper, and he did not like the sensation at all. That sharding H’seo had gone off on some outing with a greenrider, and a pretty one, too, he reflected jealously, while he was left with nothing to do. G’del, as usual, had been bitterly demanding, and now he was ready to kick back and relax, preferably with some good company. Male or female, it did not matter, as long as they were fun and liked to drink. Well, the rider he was going to visit wasn’t so wild, but he was better than nothing. Perhaps A’rik would not be busy.

On his way, the Weyrharper passed an open door, and he stopped in his tracks, eyeing a woman alone in her weyr. Grinning, he arched a brow, quickly contacting his green.

Shaylin of green Horazith, Mine. But couldn’t you find a rider with a MALE dragon to visit with, like Cerenoth? The dragon stretched on her ledge and unfurled her wings to their greatest expanse, yawning hugely and arching her body like a great feline. Lyreth would have been far more pleased if he had chosen to go with A’rik, so she could have flirted with his brown, but then again, perhaps the other green would turn out to be fun.

Grinning, T’ryus quickly checked his appearance before striding forward. Cleaning up after practice, he wore a simple spun cotton shirt, the sleeves cut off and a ‘v’ in the material beneath his neck. His leggins fit just right, his heavy boots well-worn but clean, and the two silver loops in his left cartilage glinting in the light. Well, he would know soon enough what type of man she desired. The greenrider stood in her doorway, his hands resting on the top of the rock and his body casually leaned forward. Grinning, the harper began to practice the art he was best at. “Greetings, lovely rider. You seem to be all alone. Mind if I join you?” He asked, his black eyes glinting mischievously. His silver flask of quickal rested in his right boot, just in case he got shot down. A good shot of strong liquor always cleared his mind.

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Shaylin's eyes shot open as she sought to find the speaker. She found him, in her doorway. She eyed him up, and smiled a little bit at him. Not too bad, if she said so herself. And he was company, just what she needed at this time. T'ryus, green Lyreth. Horazith said softly, curled up on her stone bed. A rider non-the-less, and perhaps a kindred spirit. And he was a male, and that pleased the greenrider. Shaylin said sweetly, "Greetings to you as well. I am by myself, and so please, come in and sit down."

She motioned him in, she didn't have that much furniture, just the necessities. One day she'd be motivated to decorate. Or even buy nice furniture with padding. "Please come and sit down."

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T’ryus smirked to himself at the greenrider’s reply, always pleased to hear that such a pretty lady was ‘alone’. It made things so much more interesting when it was a man and a woman. Stepping forward, allowing his hands to slide down the stone and rest at his sides, the Weyrharper bowed slightly, then strode forward. The man was a broad-shouldered one, and though he was shorter than many of the other male riders he cut a handsome figure with a nice body. He had noticed her eyeing him up as he was leaning casually in her doorway, and felt an immense satisfaction as she smiled. Well, she must have liked what she saw. The woman spoke sweetly, which made the harper grin all the more, his black eyes glinting with mischief and anticipation. “My sincerest gratitude, dear lady.” He said smoothly.

Settling himself in one of her bare stone chairs, T’ryus took the opportunity to glance at his surroundings. She had a sparsely furnished room, but perhaps they could find their way to his own rather well-appointed room later. As a harper, he made plenty of marks on the side playing and composing music and poems, not to mention passing on teaching ballads. In all actuality, the greenrider had more marks to spend than many of the Wingleaders, and spend he did. His black eyes found her dragon, settled comfortably on her stone couch, and the rider smiled. Quickly focusing his attention back on the woman, the Weyrharper grinned crookedly. “I am T’ryus, by the way, Weyrharper and master of ballads and songs. What might be the name of the beautiful lady I address?” The greenrider asked debonairly, twisting his words with his usual flair. As a harper, T’ryus had always had a taste for dramatic flattery.

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I think it is a very good thing that our friends cancelled. I might have some fun yet. Horazith lifted her head and blinked, speaking quietly to her rider, You just be quiet with your fun. The green dropped her head again and her eyes closed, I need to sleep now, Mine. Shay smiled mischieviously, it had been a long time since there was a handsome man in her weyr, and she would make the most of it. He seemed to know that she was checking him out and she smiled and looked away in mock bashfulness. "And you are welcome."

As he sat she tried to remember where she knew him from. He was vaguely familiar, was he in her wing? Impossible, she would have picked him out, wouldn't she? He must be in Beta, but how she never met such charming man was beyond her. Oh yeah, that's right, she reminded herself almost jokingly, on most days she wasn't the most approachable person ever. She tucked some of her wheat colored locks behind her ears, suddenly all too aware of the plainess of her room. It was stark bare, and she mentally noted to get some color in this weyr, especially if she were to have more gentleman callers in the future. Or at least one repeated gentleman caller. She smiled winningly at him, "T'ryus, I like it, and a harper as well. How delightful. And as for this beautiful lady, I call myself Shaylin. I ride that gorgeous little gal over there. That's my Zithie. Horazith, I should say."

Shay smiled fondly for a moment at the green slipping into slumber. The dragon was Shaylin's only love, only baby, and part of her. She wanted another sort of companion that didn't have a direct link to her mind. Of course like this she meant a lover, but that was a bit obvious. "So, T'ryus, what brings you by the alpha weyrs?"

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T’ryus grinned to himself at her put-on of shyness, thinking that he would rather have some fun with this one. He knew her, of course, from Alpha Wing and from merely seeing her about the weyr, but the harper had never spoken to her. Well, he would certainly have to remedy that, considering what a lovely lady she was. The greenrider had always been one to appreciate beauty and the finer things life had to offer, and she was certainly one of those finer things T’ryus had a taste for. At her flattery of his name, the Weyrharper smiled mischievously and gracefully swept his hand before him in a half-bow, his black eyes finding hers and dancing with amusement. She had an infectious smile. “It pleases me that you do, dear lady.” He arched one brow at her, rather thinking that he would love to show her how ‘delightful’ he could be. “I shall certainly remember that name, my lovely Shaylin, and do give my regards to your charming Horazith.”

Charming is good and well, ridermine, but I would have preferred a charming brown. Lyreth interjected, her tail thumping her ledge rhythmically in irritation. The green liked nothing more than to flirt, and it flew all over her that her rider was spending an evening practicing their favorite activity while she, a wonderful and perfect dragon, was left alone. Her eyes whirled quickly, displeasure evident by her posture and half-lidded gaze.

Then go find one, love. I’m sure there are browns in the bowl.

Turning his attention back on the lady before him, T’ryus grinned, casting his hand toward the resting dragon. “My own dear green is Lyreth, though she is laying petulantly upon her ledge at the moment and berating me for not visiting a rider with a male dragon.” Hey! The harper smirked playfully, his black eyes betraying his mirth as they met with the lady’s own. Rubbing his jaw with his fingers, the man pretended to consider her last question, mulling over it very seriously. “Well, if you want me to lie, I would be glad to tell you I have admired you from afar off and just now managed to gather the courage to approach you. Or, I could tell you the truth and say I was on my way to visit A’rik when I saw this gorgeous woman all alone in her weyr and decided that just wouldn’t do at all.” He said slowly, grinning wickedly. The broad-shouldered man was as playful and eloquent as ever, but that was his nature. He was a harper at heart, and the only type of rider that would survive around him would be the kind that loved clever flirtatious...and liked to drink.

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((it's too bad Hora wasn't the blue I planned her to be now! Ah well.))
Shaylin smiled at him still. She was never good at this courtship, flirty kind of thing, no, this was not her strongest suite in this little game of love. Some said the chase was half the fun, but she was disagree with those people. Unless of course you meant a dragon chase. It was sometimes tedious work being charming and pleasant all the time to make a strong bond. Well, it would be all worth it in the end, she decided. She laughed a little and said a bit sultry, "You speak so sweetly, T'ryus, are you always so?"

He then told her about his dragon's dilema, and nodded slowy, she grinned mischeivously, "When Lyreth rises, I could tell Horazith to fly after her, however I don't blieve that would work. I understand your green's wishes. I'm sure my own dragon would love a male companion, but I think she can wait until she rises to find one. We both have our ways to find our own mates." She winked at him. Which Horazith should probably be rising in the not to distant future, but Shaylin had never really cared for the rider who had flown her.

He started to lavish her with compliments, and Shaylin, surprizingly didn't mind. She had half a mind to tell him that was enough, but she couldn't help it, she enjoyed his attentions. She said teasingly, "Well what was her name, maybe I know her? Was she a bad hostess that you wandered to my weyr? In any matter, can I get you a drink. I do have in my stocks one or two wine skins, however I warn you that they are not from the famed Benden vineyards."

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((These two crack me up.))

T’ryus arched a brow in the lady’s direction, feigning innocence as a rather confused expression played upon his features. This was by far his favorite part of romantics. “Why, you think I speak sweetly, my lovely greenrider? It must certainly be that your beauty has inspired me to eloquence.” The harper then utterly ruined his show of ignorance by smirking roguishly at her, a dark intent in his eyes that was easily read. He was certainly starting to enjoy himself, for most women had given up on the flirtations with him and had instead opted to throw their clothes off and pretty much just jump him. The Weyrharper did have a gifted tongue, after all....in more ways than one. Shrugging a bit and trying to settle himself in the chair, unused to such crude furnishings, the rider started to wonder if they should not move this show to his weyr. Still, if he could get this lovely little lady into his claws, then it would all be worth it in the end.

“I am a harper, my dear Shaylin, and a sharding good one at that. I never speak that my words are not shrouded in honey.” He replied with a wink, his black eyes filled with a wicked mischief. As she offered to have Horazith fly for Lyreth, the broad-shouldered man roared in appreciation of her joke, finesse forgotten at the moment. The mental image was far too amusing.

That is NOT funny. His green hissed, her claws tapping angrily upon her ledge. I will remember that come Flight time, Mine. I shall pick the dragon whose rider you detest.

The Weyrharper grinned to himself and shook his head, inwardly rolling his eyes at the dragon’s ire. ‘Well, Lyreth is certainly her usual charming self.’ He thought sarcastically, none too worried about her threat. The green was always all spit and fire, but she would forget it within the sevenday. Mastering himself once more, T’ryus smiled wickedly at the woman before him, unable to stop himself from glancing over her form briefly. “Oh, she was a fine hostess, my dear, and I am quite sure you know her. She seems to be as sarcastic as she is beautiful.” Interest piqued at the mention of wine, the broad-shouldered rider arched a brow, his black eyes betraying his mirth. “You would have my sincerest gratitude, my lady, if you would present me with some wine, Benden or no. It happens to be one of my passions, next to the Harpercraft and yourself.”

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Shaylin grinned wickedly at his speech about her beauty inspiring such eloquence, "Hahaha, I bet you tell every woman you claim that." Not that it bothered her, greenriders were often known to be promiscuous. Shaylin would never pretend that she wasn't. However, it was true that she was looking for long term, at least for a while. She too, was just itching to launch herself into his arms. She had pushed men away for far too long, and it just so happened that such a lovely beast roamed into her hunting grounds. Yet, it could not hurt to play his game for a little bit. . .

She was actually pleased to see him so amused by her. She was humorous for few men, sarcastic for them all. Horazith was never much of a talker, but with out opening her eyes, she finally replied to her rider, I do not want to fly for Lyreth. I am to be chased. And she is not chase me. And that was that, Horazith was quiet once more. Shay grinned at the sleeping dragon.

Again he flattered her, but she was not one to blush, she merely grinned slyly. At hearing his wish for wine, she got a wineskin out and made sure as she walked to her little cupboard where she put the rare foodstuffs, like perhaps an extra treat or wineskins or other things, that she walked with a little sway to make sure that his eyes were on her. She had to bend to get the wineskin, and smiled to herself with satisfaction. She was not the most curvy woman with large bust and round arse, but she was confident that she had a more than decent one. Well, it got the job done, and she was fairly sure she could seal the deal withe the Weyrsinger.

She brought back the wineskin, a soft smile playing on her lips, and she poured them each a glass of wine and handed one to T'ryus, and kept the other for herself. She didn't want either of them to be too intoxicated, however it never hurt to have a little spirit in you.

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T’ryus smiled slowly at the lady before him, a dark expression bleeding into his black eyes as he watched her for a moment. The man would be the first to admit that she was by no means the first woman he had flirted with in such a way, but it was rather amusing to reflect that she was one of the few to have played his game so well. Most women did not bother with such clever words....they wished to be complimented and desired, but never dallied with for so long. The greenrider had always been the flirtatious type, but he had usually seduced the lady by now, or she him. Of course, he was a natural predator, gifted with a harper’s tongue and a body like a rock wall. It was not hard for him to capture a lady’s heart with his sultry talents. That simmering expression was the only reply she would receive to that particular comment.

“My dear lady, if you keep that up, the wine might be forgotten.” The Weyrharper said softly, a truly dark intent in his gaze as she put a teasing sway into her step. A smirk accompanied the words, and T’ryus accepted the glass from her smoothly. Raising it briefly, inclining his head to the lady in thanks, he grinned wolfishly. “To you, my dear, and that wonderful sense of humor. Cheers.” He sipped the wine experimentally, and though it was not the finest he had tasted, it was still a pleasant blend that played well on his tongue. The greenrider could hold his liquor like no other, so he was not worried about losing himself.

Resting his arm on the chair, glass held in his hand, T’ryus quirked a brow and smiled wickedly at the woman before him, the expression in his eyes betraying him. “So my lovely, what does a beautiful lady like yourself do in her spare time? Perhaps I would be able to interest you in a song or two when you are not otherwise occupied.” The Weyrharper grinned as he took another sip, his black eyes on hers over the rim of his glass. He would certainly love to give her a private performance, and he would be sure to play the darkest, most sultry songs he knew. The greenrider knew that not all women liked music, but he was fairly certain this particular gem would enjoy his talents to their fullest extent. Of course, when he mentioned talents, it not merely the harpercraft he included in that. Smirking, the broad-shouldered man leveled his black gaze on her own, and shrugged carelessly. “Most women find me to be a man of many talents, my dear. I am sure I could please you as well.” His voice was low and wicked, and a dark gleam in his eyes betrayed his mirth and less-than-chaste thoughts.

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"And to our good health." Shaylin took a drink and then smiled behind her cup. She wouldn't mind too terribly if he forgot his cup. She would be patient with him. He had a lovely voice and she didn't mind hearing it. So let the man talk on. Sooner or later he would be hers. She grinned at him, "I hope you like it, the wine, I mean. And thank you for the compliment on my humor, few men would dare it." She winked at him.

He was just brimming with compliments, and he so happened to hit the right day to shower her with them. She was in the perfect mood and was gobbling them up, though they were getting a little old. No matter, she had her sights set on him, and no other would do. "I would love to be serenaded." She had never been sung or played to before. . . but it could be romantic. . . maybe. But she really would love to hear him sing. At his next comment, she arched her brows. He was a very, very handsome man and she'd love more than anything for him to try his tricks and talents on her. "Oh, my, Weyrsinger, I hope you're as good as you boast." She grinned then. She walked over to him, tired of these little games. She kissed him first sweetly, and then again a little rougher.

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T’ryus was amused, to say the least, by the greenrider before him. She seemed to have a biting wit, one that reminded the Weyrsinger of himself, and that in itself intrigued him. Of course, he was trained in the art of clever words and sharp humor, so there were few at Ponaa that could match him, if any. Yet, at times she came close. Quirking a brow at her wink, the broad-shouldered man chuckled to himself, softly and darkly. If only the lady knew what dangerous ground she was treading upon. The harper was a sultry man of many talents, and one whose passion inflamed him to wild degrees. When he finally did reach his limit and lose interest in the game, the rider snapped, and when he wanted a woman, he wanted her.

“I assure you, my lady rider, I am better.” The greenrider said glibly, voice as thick as blood and smooth as cream. T’ryus was by no means a humble man, nor did he try to lesson his talents. He knew he was an excellent Weyrsinger, and he also knew he was a devilishly handsome man and a smooth, smooth operator. Given, the harper’s opinion of himself attributed to his rather hot temper, but he was a honey-tongued man and showered others in clever compliments so much they hardly noticed.

His face betrayed a wickedness when Shaylin approached, and he sat his glass down on the floor just as she bent down to kiss him. The harper had seen the desire in her eyes. T’ryus let her have the first two kisses, considering she had taken the initiative, but he was not a passive lover and would not tolerate it for long. Nor was he gentle. Arm wrapping around her waist, the Weyrsinger pulled the woman into his lap, not really caring if she wanted to resist or not. She was not likely to best his muscular body. He took control of their kiss, and though Shay had played it rougher the second time around T’ryus made it something more. His kiss was rough, yes, but it was urgent, demanding, and a good indication of what kind of nights she would have to look forward to if she managed to catch him. Moving his mouth down her jaw, the muscular rider trailed kisses down her neck and to her collarbone, ever moving lower towards a different area for him to lavish attention upon. The hand that was not wrapped around her waist caught her hip, holding her securely in his lap.

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Shaylin was pleased when T'ryus didn't push her away, rather, he pulled her in. She did not fight it, in fact she pushed herself up against him needingly, and wrapped her arms around his neck as they kissed. Shay closed her eyes as he kissed her down her jawline, her neck and he wanted to go further down. She was not going to object, she wanted him to keep kissing her. She had been alone for far too long, and for once she wanted to remember a tryst. Her fingers roamed his torso, looking for buttons and then just going to the lower hem of his shirt. It was getting in the way. Or, rather it was getting in her way.

She kissed his neck and lifted his face back to hers as she kissed him. Shaylin started to tug at his shirt, wanting to lift it over his head.