Dawn Again ~Wake Up Calls~
Tawny
gaze immediately moved toward the empty Queen's ledge, Issashanth
sound asleep alone on our couch. The gold's hide looked slightly dull,
the grey about her muzzle looking more pronounced in the morning's
sunlight.
Wincing at the sight Nerys took a steadying breath her fingers
wringing her bed furs beneath her fingers as she tried to keep her
mind quiet so her lovely gold could remain sound asleep, her mind
immediately went over her most current fears and frustrations. If she
could just find a way to turn the clock back, to prove to all that
Issashanth wasn't getting too old to lead the weyr any longer.
Rising from her bed Nerys went to sit at mirror that H'zar had given
her so many turns ago. A feeling of remorse rising in the Senior
Weyrwoman as she ran a brush through her soft silvered hair her gaze
fixating upon her own image in the mirror. Who was she fooling? She
was aging just as fast Issashanth, and shortly those will say she was
too old to lead as well.
Allowing the brush to clatter to the top of the dressing table Nerys's
features screwed angrily. She wasn't old, and she was going to find a
way to prove that today. She wasn't sure how, but she was. "Issa,"
Nerys called softly to her gold who had just barely begun to stir. "Is
Yedrath's awake?" Nerys asked softly as the aging gold let out a low
rumble.
<<Not Yet>> Issashanth murmured allowing one lid to drift lazily over
her eye. Unlike her rider she on the other hand wouldn't mind falling
asleep once more.
"Please wake him," Nerys said as she rose moving toward her press to
choose an outfit for this morning.
<<Do you want him to come to you?>> Issashanth inquired as she began
to nudge her Bronze awake.
"No, not yet, I have a few errands to attend to this morning, sleep a
little longer my dear," Nerys murmured as she set about dressing for
the day. "Has Amroth and Hyshkath's riders left yet?"
*~*
Even though the sun had barely begun to rise Kora stirred to the sound
of Yedrath's quiet noises. Lifting her head to peer at the Bronze with
a curious look, her attentions moved back toward V'tor. What could the
bronze be doing so early? She pondered as she curled herself closer to
V'tor's naked side planting a trail of soft kisses along his neck.
"V'tor," she whispered softly as she had to fight a yawn that wanted
to escape her. She had a few hours before she had to go assist in the
kitchens and she wanted to enjoy his company just a little bit
longer.
(Tags to V'tor)
Lys Phillips
"Who do I owe posts to, again?"
Tawny
~Brushing the curly wisps of hair out of her eyes with gentle fingers, he looked over at her. "Oh, look, there's a beautiful woman in my bed...." He pinned her where she lay, and grinned wickedly down at her.~
He had started out tender and now he had taken up his usually
game as she stretched beneath him. A soft yawn escaped her as her gaze starred
up at him one eye narrowing slightly as she gazed at the look upon his face.
Odd, odd man.
“Isn’t it a little too early?” She purred lightly tangling one
of her legs with his own. “Don’t you want to eat first, before you
think about seconds?” a coy smile played across her features before
dissolving into the content feeling that remained still after last night’s
expenditures. To be quite candid it was one of the first times she had woken up
all week without a sudden wanting to attack V’tor in his bed before he
rose for the day.
“I don’t feel like doing my shift today,” she murmured lowly as
she yawned once more her hand moving to stroke lightly at his cheek. “And
I don’t feel like letting you do your job today either… A beach
sounds like a much better idea, maybe an early morning swim?”
(tags oh Weyrleader)
Lys Phillips
~Brushing the curly wisps of hair out of her eyes with gentle fingers, he looked over at her. "Oh, look, there's a beautiful woman in my bed...." He pinned her where she lay, and grinned wickedly down at her.~
He had started out tender and now he had taken up his usually game as she stretched beneath him. A soft yawn escaped her as her gaze starred up at him one eye narrowing slightly as she gazed at the look upon his face. Odd, odd man.
"Isn't it a little too early?" She purred lightly tangling one of her legs with his own. "Don't you want to eat first, before you think about seconds?" a coy smile played across her features before dissolving into the content feeling that remained still after last night's expenditures. To be quite candid it was one of the first times she had woken up all week without a sudden wanting to attack V'tor in his bed before he rose for the day.
"I don't feel like doing my shift today," she murmured lowly as she yawned once more her hand moving to stroke lightly at his cheek. "And I don't feel like letting you do your job today either... A beach sounds like a much better idea, maybe an early morning swim?"
Tawny
on her as she attempted to get dressed for their short trip to the
beach. It had taken almost an hour for them to make their way out of
the weyr and down to the warm sandy shores relief rising in Kora as
they never saw anyone. Most were sleeping off the alcohol from the
night before. She thought she had heard alot of noise from the bowl
last night between their exuberant show of affection.
It was a nice morning not to be trapped in the confines of the
kitchen, somethign that V'tor had been taking great care of as of late
to make sure she was seeing more of the daylight than she usually did.
"Will Yedrath be swimming this morning?" Kora asked as she watched the
surf. Issashath had been asleep upon her ledge as they struck out for
the beach. The gold hadn't even lifted an eyelid as the passed quietly
below her.
(Tag V'tor)
Tawny
snake's mouth, Avarin's eyes drifted open briefly and then closed
again. Just another few minutes of sleep and he would get up, he
hadn't slept so well the night before, and whoever was in his quarters
could wait for their rude intrusion. "Harper wake up this instant or
I will lose you between,"
At that Avarin's eyes opened wide his back stiffening. The Weyrwoman
sounded as if she was standing directly behind him at that instant,
and it hadn't been a dream. His eyes continued to stare ahead toward
the wall as he attempted to guess the time. It couldn't be too late as
Olethym hadn't come looking for him yet, so the woman was here on
other matters than their normal business. Lifting his head slowly,
Avarin found a piece of parchment stuck firmly to his face. Wincing a
bit he forcefully pulled the paper away his head finally turning to
regard the old woman that stood blocking the doorway to his office/
living quarters. A sudden feeling of repulsion rose in him as he
watched her. Just what did she want at this time of day. Couldn't she
wait until after dinner?
"I'm glad to see you're not dead yet, " The old woman's tone remained
so cold Avarin's throat constricted slightly. He had done something
that she seriously did not approve of and she was going to take this
moment in time to burn his hide with it. Remaining in his seat Avarin
sat back in his chair and rubbed his face trying to ignore her stare.
"How may I help you this fine morning Weyrwoman?" Avarin said replied
ignoring the woman's comment as his gaze settled on anything to
distract him from her. Nothing gave the old woman more satisifaction
that knowing she was still able to instil fear in others, and he
didn't want to give her that satisfaction as of yet.
"I hear you are good at letters. Possibly giving the hold notice of
our arrival.." Her voice had gone darker as the harper pretended to
ignore her presence. She was here, she wanted his attention now, and
yet he continued to toy with her toy with her waning patience. "I
never gave permission for a message to leave the weyr... How dare you
send anything without my approval," the hiss had returned to her voice
as Avarin finally took a moment to steal a look at her stone face.
"My fair Weyrwoman," Avarin began as he slowly rose from his chair
stretching to his proper height in hopes that the woman may actually
think twice about doing anything to him. He was by no means short and
scrawny. "I would never dream of sending anything without your
expressed permission, my job is to serve the weyr and yourself the
Master Harper would never approve of such a transgression against
you."
"Don't you dare lie to my face with those sweet words!" Nerys hissed
dangerously her eyes flashing in the dim light. "I may not have any
proof, but I will pin this on you, and I'll find a way to make you and
your sister pay if you disobey me again, you hear me? She is my rider
and don't you forget it."
"I never did Weyrwoman, I wish to serve you in the ways my contract
has dictated and only to these stipulations,"
"Shut up!" Nerys growled as she retreated from the room leaving the
Harper with a confused look to his face. Staring after the Weyrwoman's
hasty retreat Avarin attempted to shrug the intrusion off. At least
she hadn't propositioned herself to him right? Moving to shut the door
to his quarters he had to resist stretching out on his cot. His back
and neck ached horrendously and now his head was matching it. He best
get to breakfast and get out of the weyr and the Weyrwoman's direct
wrath. At least her riders were occupied at this time, which is why he
wasn't sporting a black eye.
Gazing down at his clothing Avarin immediately moved to his press
hauling a shirt in harper blue out. Best to wear Hall colors as a
reminder of his position. Changing quickly Avarin immediately
retreated down the corridor and toward the dining cavern his head
constantly turning to make sure nothing or no one was following him.
Just in case Nerys had persuaded someone to fill the place of her pet
riders. He was almost relieved as he entered the dining cavern to find
no one had followed him and the Weyrwoman wasn't at her table waiting
for him. Scanning the room Avarin looked for his usualy table mates
seeing one of the kitchen girls skitter from their table. Had Faelon
joined his sister this morning or was she eyeing the healer? Though he
seemed a little disinterested. Taking seat halfway between his sister
and Olethym, he sighed inwardly. While the Weyrwoman hadn't caused
complete panic in him she sure had chased his appetite off.
"Morning,"
(Tag Amalyn and Olethym)
Lys Phillips
"I don't think he will be....he may already be asleep again...." V'tor chuckled, pulling Kora close. "So....what was that about a swim?"
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Lys
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Weyrleader V'tor of Ista
Tawny
“The water looks cold,” Kora teased as she curled into V’tor’s arms slightly disappointed that the Bronze would not be joining them this morning. “You should go in first tell me if it is cold or not,” She said half laughing at the thought her eyes passing over his face with an affectionate look. The past night had been utterly perfect and no one had intruded upon them. Would this be a trend that would continue or would things fall back to old habits again? Moving her hands between them, Kora’s fingers lightly brushed his chest as she worked his shirt loose again. At the least the sand should dissuade him from attacking her publically where any passerby or bather may find them. “Wouldn’t you do that for me?” she asked pleadingly allowing her finger tips to brush lightly against his bare chest.
(Tag V’tor)