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Post by Memorie on Sept 28, 2006 21:12:03 GMT -5
I'slen dragged Tujal down the hall to his office, but she barely protested. She knew she deserved punishment, but she had done everything to deserve whatever she did get, so she was fine with it. And she wouldn't complain about that either. What she did find heart-wrenching was the look in I'slen's eyes as he led her along. Tujal saw a lot of sadness in her very near future.
"I'slen..." she said, when they arrived in the office.
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Post by LyricalBlue on Sept 28, 2006 21:26:21 GMT -5
The Weyrling Master pushed Tujal down into the chair in front of his desk. It was a chair that most Weyrlings dreaded and with good cause. He then sat down in the chair behind his desk, his face stoney. Weseaneth stirred restlessly back in his weyr. The bronze shifted again, his rider's anger spilling over. Mine? It's alright just trouble with the Weyrlings. Tujal? Go back to sleep Wes.
I'slen turned his cold gaze on Tujal and crossed his arms across the desk. He still couldn't believe the two girls had fallen to fighting. Tujal of all people... He looked away for a few moments, trying to force himself to calmness. Several long minutes later, he broke the stillness that hung like a shroud between them. "Have you any idea what you just did?"
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Post by Memorie on Sept 28, 2006 21:34:13 GMT -5
Tujal almost giggled. Did she know what she just did? "Of course I do," she replied stoutly, refusing to smile. "I gave the business to some cheap broad that was going to take you from me." She sat earnestly, knowing she had deserved to be thrown into a chair and then yelled at. Couple it with Latrine duties, and she'd be right fit. But Brook'd deserved to bleed, and Tujal now hoped she'd knocked some teeth loose, if not out.
"I am sorry, though, to you, I'slen. I didn't mean to make you look bad...but I think maybe I did." She was truly contrite, and it showed on her face as she broke lock with his gaze and looked at her lap. She, of course, hadn't thought of that.
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Post by LyricalBlue on Sept 28, 2006 21:58:47 GMT -5
I'slen's frown deepened even farther and his eyes glinted. "Made me look bad! Shards Tujal you're a blasted goldrider! And act like that makes the whole Weyr look bad! I have to report this to the Weyrleaders, I do hope you're aware of that!" He slammed his fists down on the desk as frustrated with her as he had never been before. "You are not like any other Weyrlings. You are going to be a Weyrwoman some day so you had sharding better act like it!"
I'slen took a deep breath and sighed, he really didn't want to rant at Tujal. What he wanted to do to her.. well... She had to shape up sometime. Weseaneth rumbbled again worriedly and I'slen rolled his eyes. "Now, Wes has been upset. I need to go tend to him, I will be sending a report to the Weyrwoman in the morning, though I'm sure she will have heard about it before then. I do hope that maybe you will start acting like your position befits you. Starting acting like the woman Amenth deserves." He regreted the words as he said them and his heart sank in his chest. After this everything would change, but his first responsiblilty was to be her instructor, other things... other things were secondary.
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Post by Memorie on Sept 28, 2006 22:06:16 GMT -5
"Look!" she yelled, but quickly lowered her voice to a dangerously silky level. "I said I was sorry. And I know you'll have to report it. I don't care, because I deserve it. But Brook deserved every thing she got, and I will NOT apologize for it!" She met his hardened gaze with her own hazel-colored eyes. They had returned to their normal color after Amenth's had gone back green. "I'm doing the best I can for who I am, Faranth Flame it, so there!"
She sat back and listened to his next words. "Start acting like the woman Amenth deserves." She blinked, and laughed. At first, she wasn't sure if she ought to scream at him or just leave, and so she cried instead.
"I am so sick and absolutely tired of people saying I'm neglecting my dragon! How many times are you going to insinuate that I don't care about Amenth?" Tujal remembered at the last second to conceal her emotions from the rest of the weyr, lest she broadcast and wake everyone up. "This is not even the first time that you've said something like this!" Her eyes welled up with tears again, and she looked at him, blushing.
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Post by LyricalBlue on Sept 28, 2006 22:25:58 GMT -5
The Weyrling Master burried his face in his hands as she began to cry. Why were females like this... For once, couldn't they just be stable... And why oh why did they always feel they had to talk back, well maybe that was just Tujal. It didn't seem that I'slen could do a d**n thing with the girl. "You don't understand," he finaly said quietly. "You're a Goldrider, you can't get into fights like that. Whether or not she deserved it doesn't matter. And besides as innapropriate as it may be, any flirtations she directs towards me hardly involve you Goldrider."
He looked back up, his grey eyes still cold but no longer filled with a dangerous storm like intensity. "I am quite capable of dealing with females with certain procilvities." I'slen shook his head and he leaned back in the chair, staring up at the ceiling. After another few moments of quiet he spoke again. "You're free to leave, I do hope you will think about what I said instead of simply jumping to conclusions."
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Post by Memorie on Sept 28, 2006 22:35:59 GMT -5
Tujal sighed, and her face was filled with a pain having to do with her heart. She was torn; should she just go, or should she go to him? ...Tujal?
Yes, my wonderful gold?
I think you should go to him. The dragon sounded sure, like she didn't "think" it at all. Tujal nodded mutely; usually the dragon thought best.
"Aye," she said aloud. It sounded at first as though she was replying to I'slen. She rose, still sad, but heartened by her decision. Instead of immediately leaving, she looked at him with sad eyes. "But it does concern me, I'slen, in that I am concerned about it." She went around his hardwood desk and hugged him, even though he was sitting down. It was a rather awkward position, with her rump up in the air. But it was okay; and her heart felt warm (though not quite as warm as when Amenth loved her)...and she knew that even if she'd blown all chance of him loving her, she loved him.
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Post by LyricalBlue on Sept 28, 2006 23:00:34 GMT -5
She wrapped her arms about him and I'slen found that all his anger faded away. He just simply couldn't stay mad at her, not when she did something like that. Weseaneth rumbled aprovingly and I'slen wondered if he and Amenth hadn't had something to do with this. The bronzerider let out a deep breath and raised his hands to hold Tujal's face so he could look at her; he sighed and smiled quietly. "You are going to drive me five diffrent ways of insane you know that?"
Weseaneth sent love to both riders and Amenth, deciding that was a good enough time to land on the large ledge outside the Weyrling barracks. He crooned to the gold within, trying to get her to come out to him and curled up on the ledge. I'slen could only sigh and smile. I do believe you have it out for me. Who said anything about you, I want Amenth. At that comment, I'slen did laugh and laughed for several minutes. "Blasted dragon."
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Post by Memorie on Sept 28, 2006 23:12:42 GMT -5
Tujal smiled sheepishly when he held her face in his hands. "I don't mean to." She looked at his grey eyes, wondering if she could ever make them warm again. Her arms were still around him, and though her lower back started to ache dully, she wasn't about to move unless he did. She put her nose to his so she could look closer at his eyes. "Sorry."
Amenth had hummed when her rider had chosen to show I'slen some love. And when Weseaneth crooned an invitation to her, she flew to the ledge where he sat and joined him. They're silly, my love. We like each other and we show it. She snorted and looked at her bronze, her eyes whirling greens and blues.
Tujal, meanwhile had heard Weseaneth's side of the conversation, and could guess the other side. Still bent over, she giggled a little. "Blasted dragon," I'slen said between chuckles. Tujal smiled and kissed him. On the lips. With more than just a little ardor.
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Post by LyricalBlue on Sept 30, 2006 16:05:05 GMT -5
The bronze wrapped his tail around Amenth and spread his wing over her protectively. Ever since the attack, Weseaneth had been particuarily warry of guarding Amenth from other passing males. Not that the young gold really needed any protection but Wes was sure it would impress her if no one else. Yes they are. The bronze crooned and reached out to touch Amenth's shoulder with his brassy, burnished bronze nose.
When Tujal kised him his grey eyes went wide in startlement then closed instantly. His arms wrapped around her and drew Tujal to him. Months of frustration built up and he nearly bruised her with the strength of his grip. Alas, however; training kicked in and he leaned back, taking a deep breath. "Tujal... this is inappropriate."
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Post by Memorie on Oct 1, 2006 11:39:39 GMT -5
He leaned back away from her, and Tujal sighed. "Are you saying you don't want me?" she asked, frown beginning to form on her lips. She looked sidewways at him. "Because I'm not saying we have to go announce anything to the world. I just...want to be with you," she finished lamely. The evening was going from bad to worse. "It might be innapropriate...but it won't be for much longer. Amenth's nearly a year now."
Amenth reached her neck around to meet the bronze's wedge head. His wing went over her and she hummed appreciatively. She really liked the bronze, and when she flew for the first time, she had no doubt that Weseaneth would win. Amenth would, of course, make him work for it. She sent waves of affection to Weseaneth.
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Post by LyricalBlue on Oct 2, 2006 19:29:38 GMT -5
I'slen sighed, furrowing his brows in concentration and it indeed took most of his discipline to do anything further with Tujal. The bronzerider opened his eyes after several moments, trying his best to ignore her scent, her taste, the feel of her soft warm skin. "Its... not that Tujal. I'm nearly twice your age... and I'm your instructor." Saying it was worse than chewing firestone and it tasted just as bad on his tongue. He wanted... he wanted to pin her up against the wall, or his desk, anything at all would do in fact.
He felt feverish and the bronzerider took another deep breath trying to still himself. "Its not that I don't want you, " He smiled wryly up her, his mouth quirking into a rougish grin. "Quite the opposite actually." The bronzerider amazed himself with the restraint he was displaying at the moment. Weseaneth of course wondered why he was bothering to restrain such impulses at all, they were natural weren't they?
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Post by Memorie on Oct 2, 2006 19:43:05 GMT -5
"I'slen, for someone weyr-bred, you sure are as hidebound as a holder," Tujal chastised. "You may be nearly twice my age, but so what? People are together at older and younger than are we, love," she told him. She didn't realize it, but she was using an entirely different tone with him than usual. It was...warm and sweet, but not the sweet that was Tujal at her meanest. "And I don't care about my position as your student, so you shouldn't care about being my teacher," she told him, smiling to take the bite from her words.
His next words seemed to imply that he did, in fact, want her. She sighed and started to pull away. "Well, but if you feel it's inappropriate...
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Post by LyricalBlue on Oct 2, 2006 20:03:37 GMT -5
His arms relaxed and he released her, I'slen let her go. What else could he do? He wanted to crush her up against him with bruising force, but... he couldn't, he simply couldn't. Not with Tujal; I'lsen didn't dare jepordize what they had. What did they have? You're both being silly. When Tujal flies you will fly her. The tension broke and I'slen chuckled quietly. Leave it to that bronze to take everything he'd been standing up for and throw it out the window. But, this once Weseaneth ws right. Of course I'm right. Why wouldn't I be? "My dear, "I'slen said aloud, "I think you've been spending far too much time around Amenth, you sound gold."
The bronzerider tilted his head to look at Tujal and smiled quietly, a smile that had not appeared on his face for many years. "Alright Tujal, I'll make you a deal. Wes is right and who am I to dissagree." The bronze snorted in aproval and wrapped his tail tighter around Amenth. "When you want me, I'll be here."
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Post by Memorie on Oct 2, 2006 21:01:31 GMT -5
When he willingly let her go, she sighed. "I am not being silly, Weseaneth. He is." At the next words from the pair, she smiled and still faced away. She shook her head slightly, dismayed. He wasn't supposed to have just let her go. d**n chivalry, she thought, smirking at herself.
"When you want me, I'll be here," I'slen told her.
"You moron, I've made it perfectly clear I want you," she replied scathingly. She whirled around and was straddling his lap in under two seconds. She kissed his nose.
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