Some things really ARE set by the Fates. Though we're rather unlikely Fates, El and I, being two teens rather than three crones. -- Flight Air

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Date Posted: 21:42:31 03/31/05 Thu
Author: Vitaliath, Arbol
Subject: Some things really ARE set by the Fates. Though we're rather unlikely Fates, El and I, being two teens rather than three crones.

((This is pretty much a closed flight. I mean, you could join in if you REALLY wanted, but Hroth is going to win this flight if Vitaliath has to drag him around by the tail and wrap herself around him at the end. ^_^))

If A'dian hadn't been ill, he would have noticed Vitaliath's unnatural brightness, and her ill temper. But he hadn't seen the first, and attributed the second to his illness. And under normal circumstances, she wouldn't have flown for another couple of days. But the sexually charged emotions of Shrineth's flight are still drifting around, and her rider is engaging in something sure to inspire activity in any proddy green. Bursting from their weyr, she takes to the air in a flurry of grass-green wings, lighter than usual because of the bright glow of her hide, and plunges towards the Bowl, shrieking as she goes.

One quick strike ends the life of herdbeast, and Vitaliath is lowering her head, prepared to tear out the entrails, when an annoying voice protests. /Vitaliath!/ A'dian screams, commanding her unwilling attention. /Vitaliath, blood it! Blood it!/ A brown firelizard appears nearby, prudently out of the range of her claws, though she bats at it anyway when she realizes it must be an informer for that infuriating voice. Her rider brooks no protest, however, and his cries force her to only drain the herdbeasts, this one and the two more that follow. Finished, she shrieks again and rises into the sky, then follows it with an ear-piercing bugle that will call the attention of everyone in the Weyr. The brown lizard vanishes, the emotions running free inspiring him to his own, similar pursuits.

The vocal bugle is joined by a mental command. She may be almost lost in flight-lust, but one thing will never fall to the back of Vitaliath's mind, no matter how maddened or upset she becomes. And this thing bears more directly on the current state of affairs than it ever has before. Hroth! Her bugle may have called other males, perhaps, but the green will never have eyes for any of them. And with what Hroth's rider and her own is doing, it's even less likely that she's going to deny this urge. Hroth! she repeats, no longer quite sensible enough to repeat the threats she might, at other times, have used. But while she may not explictly state it, her tone is enough to tell him that if he doesn't come of his own free will, she may very well drag him out of that weyr herself.

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Except I'm not a teen anymore...o_O -- Hroth, 23:05:33 03/31/05 Thu
- Well, I wasn't sure if "young woman" would fit in the subject line. -- Vitaliath, 01:09:53 04/01/05 Fri
  - Oh that's such a poetic term! -- Hroth, 10:20:52 04/01/05 Fri
    - If you want poetic, you shouldn't keep me up so late with your hanky-panky. ^_~ -- Vitaliath, 00:45:21 04/02/05 Sat
      - Oh, behave. *purrs* Badly, that is -- Hroth, 01:00:15 04/02/05 Sat
        Of course. What, do I look like some sort of paragon of virtue over here? -- Vitaliath, 01:33:24 04/02/05 Sat
        Get thee to a nunnery!! -- Hroth, 01:47:49 04/02/05 Sat
        Well, we've got the fool, and nunneries are boring - so Hamlet, we choose Door #2. -- Vitaliath, 02:44:38 04/02/05 Sat
        Well...I'm not sure what's behind that one... -- Hroth, 03:20:24 04/02/05 Sat
        From context, I'd say a honeymoon suite. Let's hope they do room service. -- Vitaliath, 03:43:12 04/02/05 Sat
        Ooooooh breakfast! -- Hroth, 04:04:28 04/02/05 Sat
        Ah-ah-ah... let's not be hasty, now. No breakfast until we've finished with dessert, and dessert isn't gone until we've used up all the whipped cream. -- Vitaliath, 04:40:06 04/02/05 Sat
        Kinky! -- Hroth, 11:10:54 04/02/05 Sat