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Post by Memorie on Sept 18, 2006 22:28:11 GMT -5
Tujal came into the Weyrling Barracks to relax before going to find and pester I'slen. She had occupied an empty weyr when she Impressed, and did not share quarters with another weyrling. She reached for her skin and ink, with a quill to write with, and settled onto the bed.
"His copper-blonde hair
grabs my attention
and holds on strong," she wrote, smiling and saying the words aloud to herself. Sticking the end of the quill between her lips, she thought. Then, in a flurry so she didn't forget, she wrote:
"His storm-grey eyes
lock mine in loving gaze
before I look away,
embarassed by my own lust."
She frowned. These words were true. But it was also more than lust that drove the young woman to her Weyrlingmaster. That inspired her next words.
"It goes against my grain--
who am I
to want to br held
in those strong arms?" More quill-biting. Then:
"Who am I
to think I can return love
of any sort
(to anyone but my dragon gold?)?"
Amenth crooned. She liked the part about loving her. Tujal sent her warming, loving thoughts. Then she wrote more.
"And just who am I
to feel those feelings?"
She stopped writing to think. She became wrapped up in these thoughts, trying to decipher the feelings she felt for I'slen. "I am Tujal, rider of Golden Amenth." She further thought, and then grinned maliciously. "And Faranth help anyone who crosses me in my battle for his affections."
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Post by LyricalBlue on Sept 24, 2006 12:21:15 GMT -5
In a high mood, I'slen strode into Tujal's small weyr. He was determined not to let the young woman get the best of him today. Stopping, he saw the young woman perched on the bed with a skin; a wide grin spread across his face and he strode up to it and slid it out from under her.
"Tujal my dear, aren't you supposed to be out at wing drills with the Weyrleader and my my what is this?!?"
He held it above his head so she couldn't reach and read it... but as he did so red slowly spread across his face. After several long moments he handed back wordlessly and turned to walk back out of the room.
"Ahh um... sorry about that." He scratched his head nervously and laughed, a blush still coloring his face like a redfruit.
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Post by Memorie on Sept 24, 2006 15:26:36 GMT -5
"Tujal, my dear, aren't you supposed to be out at wing drills with the Weyrleader and my my, what is this?" He snatched the skin out from under her before she had time to react that he'd even walked in unannounced.
"'EY! Give it back!" Her lithe form jumped up like a cat and batted at his long arms. He held it high over her, and she couldn't reach, so she dealt him a couple blows on the arms. "Hey!"
He read the skin. "Ah...uhm, sorry about that." His bright red face began to turn as he started to leave.
Tujal wasn't going to let him get away that easy. "Oh, Fall no," she muttered maliciously. "Ohh, I'slen, love, won't you escort me to drills?" She simpered, smiling. Oh, he would pay sweetly and dearly for this. Ah...vengeance. "I just can not believe I forgot all about it. Oh, I do hope the Weyrleader isn't too angry with me. But I suppose you can just tell him that I was...held up." Her tones were at their most dulcet; their most dangerous. She was sure she wasn't helping his blush, but Faranth scorch it, he had delved where he hadn't belonged. She latched onto his arm much like the day she had been brought to the blasted Weyr, and she bitterly hoped the action's meaning wouldn't be amiss; she hoped he'd remember that day as well. "And what are your plans for the evening, since I'll be joining you," she asked, lips curled.
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Post by LyricalBlue on Sept 25, 2006 6:44:02 GMT -5
The bronzerider glanced down at Tujal and groaned, ten years her senior he may have been but she seemed to get a perverse pleasure out of making him prematurely grey. He sighed, resigned and nodded.
"Alright, I'll take you down. But I swear woman, one of these days you are going to drive me to madness." Why, oh why had Weseaneth latched onto the highest tempered Queen in the Weyr. He could have picked Sharieth, Ruet was nice and quiet. She always seemed to be sweet, or even a nice green would have been alright.
Because, The bronze responded flatly, I am Amenth's and she is mine. Besides you wouldn't fly anyone but Tujal.
I'slen coughed, feeling the color rise even higher in his cheeks. Muttering under his breath, he scuffed his boot on the stone under foot.
"Blasted dragon, you're not helping." He looked back down at Tujal and groaned afresh, this was going to be a very long day... but then, around her, they all were.
"Tonight goldrider, tonight I'll be working, the same as most nights." He could feel Weseanth snort mentally and for not the first time he cursed the dragon and Tujal's tallent of hearing him.
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Post by Memorie on Sept 25, 2006 7:32:05 GMT -5
I'slen seemed ready to blow off the dragon's words, but Tujal was embarassed. She stopped, tensed, and became rigid. "I am so done with being embarassed today." Acting on quick impulse, she grabbed the thing closest to her. She lobbed the pillow at I'slen, but with her anger and already poor aim, she didn't expect it to connect. Bitterly wishing it had been something harder, she twirled back at him. "Just get out!" she yelled, heart pounding. She wasn't even sure what they were, for her to keep pandering to him and hanging about with him. "Ugh!"
Turning on her heel, she ran back to her bed and threw herself down. She had never felt this way before coming to this Weyr. I sincerely hope you don't regret that decision.
"How could I? It was made for me!" she sobbed, spreading kohl on her pillow in the process. Of course I don't, Amenth. It's just hard sometimes. Letting the tears flow freeluy was sort of relaxing. There had been a lot of pressure building in her lately, and she was pretty sure that if something didn't happen to reverse that immediately, there were going to be more tears.
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Post by LyricalBlue on Sept 26, 2006 14:57:06 GMT -5
I'slen watched as the pillow sailed across the room and then simply turned and left. His tongue seemed to swell up and choke him, but the bronzerider payed it no heed. Really he'd brought that fit on, he should have thought before he'd charged in. I'slen stopped at the end of the hall and sighed, running a hand through his permanantly touseled hair. Women, what in the name of Faranth was wrong with the lot of them. He sighed again and shook his head, in the back of his mind he could feel Weseaneth's amusement. Blasted dragon... All that thought earned him was more amusement.
"Bah!" He turned and made his way to his office. What better way was there to stop thinking about a woman than to do work. The bronzerider growled under his breath and continued to mutter mentaly about how much of a pain women wore. Wes of course wasn't helping matters.
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Post by Memorie on Sept 26, 2006 15:11:46 GMT -5
After a while, the tears subsided, and she just lay on her stomach, chin resting on her folded wrists. She looked at the wall for a while, and then at Amenth. The gold's eyes were slowing down, and becoming more deep blue than red. "Sorry, Amenth," she said, full of contrite for upsetting the dragon.
That's okay. You needed to let it out. The dragon let out a croon to her rider.
Tujal rose and went to the dragon. She hugged the wedgeshaped head and kissed Amenth's eyeridges. The gold rumbled lowly, and the pair both felt warm with love and admiration. "Amenth, please tell Weseaneth that I am sorry for upsetting him," she asked the gold. Tujal didn't want to upset I'slen any more by talking to his dragon.
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