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Date Posted: 19:28:29 01/15/06 Sun
Author: C’lin and Veverith, OWNED BY DS!
Subject: “Because Deystar is taking too sharding long to reply” Just shut it, Puppy!
In reply to: Hythe(Ith) 's message, "Because Deystar is taking too sharding long to reply" on 20:37:41 01/01/06 Sun

((BTW, I wasn’t sure if the Perches had a ceiling, so… if they do, then Veverith ran out of the perches, then took flight. Ahem.))

The soft breathing of the dragon could be heard clearly in the Perches was a boy of 24 turns gently scrubbed the hide. The room, of course, was empty; most everyone was at the Hatching Feast, or planning Threadfall strategies, or something of the sort. The man gave a serene smile to his dragon, which was large as a bronze… but the brown hide made him all the more spectacular. The dragon shook his light rust-and-topsoil hide in pleasure, thrumming happily. The man’s smile widened, and he brushed a lock of copper-amber silk out of his eyes. His hair was growing towards his shoulders now, accenting his dark skin and intelligent azure gaze. C’lin was very tall and slim, not too muscular but obviously not weak—dragonrider lessons had taken their toll. His calm air made him a very enjoyable person to be around, and even at first glance many people had trusted C’lin in the past.

However, as he rubbed the purring dragon’s hide, the brown gave a startled rumble. Catching himself as he stumbled backwards, the man gave his lifemate a concerned look.

Veverith… you ok? No actual words came from the man’s lips, but he directed the thought directly at his dragon, just as so many other riders did frequently.

The dragon stood from the pool, and shook his hide. The man stepped back as huge water droplets showered him with a small, “Hey!”

Get on, C’lin, Veverith growled mentally; not an aggressive growl, but an anxious one—maybe excited? In any case, C’lin trusted his lifemate too blindly to care where they were going. Instinctively, he followed his dragon’s command, climbing the foreleg deftly and swinging onto the bare back of the great brown. Veverith, in turn, snapped his wings open, and leapt into the air, climbing higher and higher.

C’lin had no idea where they were going until, halfway across the Weyr, he saw an emerald glow in the distance. Confused for a moment as to what had caught his eye, he squinted… and then the bottom dropped out of his stomach.

Veverith… Vev, we aren’t going to fly that green, are we? The man’s voice was completely shocked, though whether pleasantly or otherwise was indistinguishable. The small grumble the dragon gave in reply wouldn’t make sense to any other person in the Weyr, but C’lin had heard this monotone, I’m-not-gonna-answer-directly grunt too many times to mistake it. VEV! You couldn’t give me a five second warning? At least tell me you were interested in greens already?

But Veverith wasn’t paying attention. He landed mightily on the grounds of the Flight Air, and literally shook his rider off, knowing C’lin could handle the fall. Then, without so much as making sure C’lin was okay, he spread his wings wide, and launched up with a bugle to defy the sound barrier.

Veverith back-winged without a second thought, bringing himself into her presence, the presence of the Green. Giving a rumble of longing, the inexperienced brown gave another loud bugle, letting her know that he was here! His eyes glittered a strange sort of red, very different from his normal hunger-red. Just because these strange, wonderful and terrible feelings were so new to him, he gave another scream. Somehow, someway, he had to catch her. There was no denying it.

Back on the ground, C’lin picked himself up after a second, and dusted himself off. Really, C’lin needed to get more control over that dragon; he was just too trusting! Sure, entering a flight was a natural part of life… but couldn’t he try to tell C’lin before hand who he fancied instead of making his mind up seconds before the flight? C’lin still had no idea whose green Veverith was chasing, and he could see no other males for now, which gave Veverith a slight advantage. While dusting himself off, he groaned—it had to be during Vev’s bath that he found his calling! C’lin had left his shirt back at the Perches, having taken it off so that the water wouldn’t ruin it, and was standing there feeling strange. Sure, he was a guy, so it was fine to leave the Weyr like this… but couldn’t he have been a bit more decent for a FLIGHT? Sure it was an ‘intimate’ time in their lives if they won, but he’d rather meet his new weyrmate looking a bit more, well, nice. Of course, C’lin’s ex-girlfriend from the last Hold he and the twins had lived at loved to see him like this; messy hair tasseled around his face, his slightly baggy pants contrasting nicely with the soft, even tan skin. However, this girl was NOT his ex-girlfriend, and probably either didn’t know him or didn’t like him that way.

At last deciding it was useless, he turned, and found the woman rider close by; apparently Veverith had dropped him off behind her, because he faced her back. He cautiously crept closer, and then gave an all-out gasp—he knew that girl! Her dragon was from the same clutch as Vev, and he’d seen her at practice! And somewhere else, if he wasn’t mistaken… but where—

Havinka.

C’lin could’ve slapped himself—Havinka was his little friend, the little girl who loved browns and adored Veverith… and this was her foster mother! What was her name…? Hy something. Hy… hy… Hythe! That was it! Being a right-brained individual, C’lin had known her face instantly, and a strange satisfaction came with recognizing the face and putting a name to it. However, his heart also plummeted—he didn’t think Hythe liked him much. Sure, C’lin would love having Havi as his foster daughter—he’d taken a special liking to her—if he won, but would she?

However, a pressure in his head made him stop all thought. Giving a grunt and putting a hand to his forehead, he at first wondered if he’d developed a migraine. However, even as his eyes fell to the floor, he could see the sky just as clearly, and even as he saw Hythe’s feet in his upper field of vision, he could see Ith’s green hide tangling out of reach. He was becoming Veverith, and fast.

Holding just enough of himself back not to dash at Hythe and to keep a bit of flight-sense (which he was rapidly losing), he allowed Veverith to control. Now, they just had to wait and se what Ith wanted of them!

((Sorry if it seems more of human affairs than dragon… but, I like this post. Besides, there’s not much to do until Ith gives us a good flight!))

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