Gold Ankhepith (Leslyn) Rises (3)

Ista Weyr - Hot Springs
This cavern off the lower caverns is fairly large, and quite warm. As you step inside, you notice the dominating feature of this room, which is a number of large pools, filled with water from a underground spring. Steam rising from each of the pools speaks of the underground thermal which heats them to comfortably warm temperatures.
Around the room sit various benches and hooks for holding everything from towels to clothing. Near the pools are small containers of sweetsand for the folks that come in to not only relax, but wash. Several of the pools are set back in the wall, within small caverns to give privacy to the occupants. Near one pool, a crack emits a heated steam which mingles with that off the pools to cloud the air.

The evening is passing at Ista, and many of the Weyr's residents are enjoying the pleasant summer night at the beach, or dancing it away at the Sable Sands. Yet, at least one member of the weyr is doing otherwise, for the Weyrsecond has taken himself away from the various festivities to settle into one of the out of the way hot spring pools, a towel rolled up as an impromptu pillow that is wedged behind his neck as he soaks, not quite asleep, though it may seem that way to a passerby.

After working the day away and then making a delivery herself, M'iken had only one thing on her mind, and that was a nice soak in the hot springs here. Her own shower at home was nice and all, but it was a nice little treat for herself, she thought, to indulge a little while away from home. After stripping her clothes off and leaveing them someplace she thought was safe, the brownrider makes her way towards one of the heated pools, but gets distracted by a familliar head of hair and heads that way instead. She climbs into the pool, not too far away from L'ton and sighs. "Ah, that's nice."

L'ton is content to merely listen with closed eyes to the arrival of another in the caverns, even as they seem to be interested in partaking in a similar relaxing soak. Its only when that someone first joins him in the pool, and then speaks that he opens his eyes, open mouth changing into a grin. "Mi! Ya came to see meh!" Even if she didn't, he'll think that.
M'iken grins and tilts her head a little. "Hey." She says a bit awkwardly. "Yeah, kind of, I didn't know you'd be here persay, but I /was/ hopeing to run into you while I was here." She moves a bit closer, attempting to give him akiss on the cheek in greeting. "This water is amazing." She says, dipping lower down in the water so that her chin just barely touched the water.

L'ton chuckles at the kiss, before leaning to drop one on her forehead in return, and then attempting to settle her next to him in the water. "Ah swear, there's no way ya could still hurt, after ya get out of the water here. No matter how bad ya hurt going in." L'ton tilts his head with a bit of a pout, though there's a teasing look in his eyes. "If'n ya didn't come ta see meh, who did ya come ta see? Some pretty lil'greenrider?" He teases her lightly.
M'iken gives L'ton a cheeky grin after getting comfortable next to him as if to say, 'yeah right'. "I'm sure that's true, I already feel more relaxed. And trust me it's been a long day." She sighs and pulls her hair out of it's ponytail, only to put it back up in a bun so it wouldn't get anymore wet than it already had. "And actually, one of the guys in the stables needed something delivered to the stables here and I voluteered to bring it after I was finished with work."

"Ah, doing favors fer cute guys, Ah see how it is." L'ton continues to tease her, before he shifts to tug lightly on her bun. "Ya should let yer hair down, lil'bit. Ah'm sure its pretty." He offers absently, giving it another tug, leaning forward to stare at her face, as if trying to picture it that way, before shaking his head and settling back. "Did anything bad happen, ta make it a long day?"

M'iken chuckles a little at that, "Yeah, you know I just can't resist a cute face." She says dryly before blinking at him. "That's right, I've never actually taken it down infront of you." She makes one of those faces that says she doesn't really want to let it down and get it all wet but ultimately decides to let it down. A good amount of it ends up in the water, but it's actually cut shorter around her face to kind of act like a frame of sorts. "There. Now it's all wet." She says sticking her tounge out at him a little. She settles back again and sighs, as she thinks of work. "It was just one of those days where my balance was completely off and I kept dropping everything. It was frustrating is all."

"Ah think it looks nice, even if'n its gonna get all well." L'ton offers, moving to brush a bit of it aside, and then curl it around his finger as he watches her, sticking his tongue out right back at her. "Now now, Ah can't help but stare at pretty girls." The bit of hair is looped around his finger once more, and he wrinkles up his nose. "That ain't no good, though. Were ya tired, or just a bad day? Did ya pull anything?"

M'iken smiles lightly at the compliment, so she likes a little attention like that, no harm in it is there? Then she gives him a face that says she doesn't know what's up with her. "I think it was am off day is all. Gotta have those everyonce in a while to really appreciate your normal days right?" She holds up her left hand and points to a long, thin, newish looking scar on the thick part of her lower thumb, the part connected to her palm. "Like here, I sliced my thumb open one day when I got distracted, happened not long befor Ysa had her baby." She says with a little grin.

"Aw, sweetie, that ain't no good." And he turns her hand over in his, tracing the scar lightly, before looking back at her, with a shake of his head. "Maybe ya just need ta slow down. Ah dun want ya ta be going and hurting yerself cause yer in a rush. Ah do prefer my M'iken in one piece, ya know." He teases.

M'iken shrugs lightly. "Just one of the hazards of working with knives." She wasn't to phased when it happened either, yes it hurt like the dickens, but she figured she deserved it for not paying attention. "And besides, I don't take on more than I can handle." She rationalizes. "I promise I'll keep myself in one peice, just for you." She teases back, batting her lashes lightly.

"Aw, just fer meh?" He tilts his head, arching an eyebrow as she bats her lashes at him, moving to fold his fingers through hers, unwilling to relinquish the hold he has on her hand. "Now ain't that sweet of ya. Ah dun think anyone's every promised ta keep 'emselves in one piece fer me. Normally they wanna do it fer themselves."

M'iken tilts her head and raises a brow herself, grinning. "Well, I'm not to worried about getting cut up and stuff myself since it can usually be sewn back together and heal itself back up. And I was just playing around anyway. I'm sure you wouldn't really worry too much over any cuts to my hands." her fingers tighten lightly on his hand, holding onto him as well.

"Ah guess they do make interesting scars, but no scars are still probably better. Beside, what if next time it ain't yer hand? What if'n its yer arm, or.. or yer pretty face?" And L'ton's other hand rests briefly on each in turn as he mentions it, tilting his head. "Besides, Ah dunno about ya, Ah'd rather not have them stitch meh up in the first place."

M'iken tilts her head back and forth a little before nodding lightly. "That's true, I don't expecially like getting stiches, but at least I know they're available, just in case. And how in the world would I manage to cut my face?" She asks, trying to imagine some kind of freak way she'd end up cutting her own face. And then she thought of one and frowned. "Well great I thought of a way, thanks a lot." She makes a face at him that's half pout, half frown.

"Aw, Ah didn't mean ta make ya think about that… Ah really dun want ya ta accidentally have it happen now, that wouldn't be any good." L'ton sniffs a bit, and as she pouts and frowns, he's shaking his head, and moving to steal a kiss from her, to distract her. Or something. "Ah'm sure if'n yer careful, it won't be an issue."

M'iken is distracted easily by the kiss and a little smile graces her lips again. "I'm sure it won't happen either. It would require a wild animal running through our craft area and knocking over several people before running into my legs and while I'm flailing to keep my balance I'd accidently hit myself in the face with the knife I'm holding." Her smile growing throught the telling of her short little story of what could possibly make her cut her own face, because making up stories for things was actually pretty fun for her.

L'ton stops for a second, just staring at her rather blankly as her story seems to become more and more ridiculous. "A wild feline running through, and knocking into you.. oh Faranth, that's crazy Mi." The Istan just shakes his head for a second, before moving to pull her over. "How did ya even come up with that, huh? Ya should be telling stories ta lil kids, not moving stuff to and fro."

M'iken laughs a little and wraps her free arm around the bronzers neck and rubbing her nose against his lightly. "It could totally happen. And should I run across any children I'll be sure to tell them how you want me to tell them about the time in the furture where I accidentally cut my face with a knife." She gives him a cheeky grin then blushes lightly at herself and how obsurd that would be. "They'd probably run of to their mothers crying or something.

L'ton has a brownie, and he lifts his chin to place a peck on the tip of her nose with a grin. "Ah suppose it could, somehow. Ah mean, ya never know." Might as well humor her, right? He shakes his head a bit, with a chuckle. "Ah didn't mean ya should tell them that story. Just that ya could probably make up some pretty good stories, ta give the Harpers a run fer their money. Ah know our harper when Ah was growing up was no good at stories."

M'iken smiles and scoffs a little. "I could never just make up stories to tell. I need to bounce off other people and the things they say." She shrugs lightly. Maybe someday I'll have a little girl who's good at making up stories and then I'll send her off into the world to fill it up with ubsurd little stories about make believe peoples lives and their cats." The water and company had definately put her in a good mood now.

"Aw, maybe ya will. A lil'bitty ya would be so cute, too! Ah could just imagine it now." L'ton reaches to tweak the brownrider's nose, as he settles back in the water. "Ya're constantly making me feel better, Mi, so Ah'm sure ya'd be great at it, if'n ya just tried. Just say whatever comes to mind."

M'iken scrunches her face up breifly when her nose is tweaked, then wiggles it a bit to get it feeling normal again then pushes her hair behind her ears, not used to it being around her face. "Nah, I like being a tanner. It's fun and it's nice to know I can make things with my own two hands. Ah, I just remembered! I finished a set of riding straps for Meluth!" She says getting that excited look on her face when she has some kind of news she was wanting to share with someone. "Took forever to do since I've never made riding straps before, but it was worth it. I'll make him a better set next, but for now he says he likes them well enough."

"Aw, did ya dye 'em ta? Ah had ta have tried three different colors 'fore Dhon said that it was okay. Ah didn't think he'd be so picky." L'ton grins, absently brushing a stray strand out of her face to join the others behind her ear, as he watches her. "Ah'm sure they're just fine, too, since ya made 'em… Ah dun think Ah could do anything like that. Ah'll stick to the woodcraft."

M'iken shakes her head lightly and grins. "Nah, I left them the brown of the skin. He didn't want anything flashy so I left it it's natural color." She rests her head on his chest and wraps her other arm around his neck, wanting to relax more comfortably. "He's thankfully not picky about things like that. Though I think if I'd made them pink or something he would have politely refused." She snickers lightly at the thought of her lifemate with pink riding straps.

"But, Ah think pink would look nice, especially if it was a real dark one. Though, Ah'm sure they look wonderful even now." L'ton teases gently, wrapping his arms around her and resting his chin on top of her head. "Yar comfy, Mi.." He offers absently, with a soft sigh. "Ah think Ah could sit with ya here all night, if'n ya let meh."

M'iken laughs silently, shaking just a little. "Ah, maybe it would, maybe I'll present the idea, just to see what kind of reaction I get out of him." his arms wrapped around her were probably just as relaxing to her as the water was. "You're pretty comfortable yourself. I could probably stay here too, but I do have to go home eventually tonight. Gotta get to work bright and early." She says softly, half wanting to ignore work for a day or two after the day she'd had.

"Aw, ya dun have ta go. Ya could stay with meh, just take a day off, and say something came up.." He offers, with an arched eyebrow as a suggestion. "Ah mean, if'n ya want ta. Ah.. Ah dun wanna make ya do something ya dun want, but Ah'd be happy ta have ya stick around, even fer a bit." Absently rubbing her back, he sighs softly. "Thanks fer sitting with meh, though, Mi."

Dhonzayth> Ista Weyr - Feeding Grounds

M'iken leans back a little and looks at L'ton with a small smile. "Don't go tempting me like that. I might actually take you up on the offer just because it's there and I'm here." She attempts to steal a kiss smiply because she wants one.

L'ton is happy enough to let a kiss be stolen, after all, how can he turn down a pretty lady? "Aw, ya should. Ah dun mean ta tempt, but you're here, and Ah'm here, and t'would be nice ta keep ya here, even fer a bit longer." And he steals a kiss of his own, before pouting at her with somewhat pathetic eyes.

Dhonzayth> Ankhepith is not as relaxed as her rider, in fact she seems to have decided that her morning rest and relaxation would take the form of snapping at anything or anyone that comes near her. A firelizard drifts too close, taking its chance with some leftover meat from someone else's feeding, and very nearly somes away without a tail for invading her space.

M'iken smiles into his kiss lightly and concedes. "Alright, I'll stay. But only for tonight." She says with a bit of a giggle, then her eyes unfocus for a moment. "Is there a proddy dragon around? Meluth's 'suggesting' in a rather urgent manner that we leave or he'll be otherwise occupied." She asks, frowning lightly.

Dhonzayth> Dhonzayth has the survival instincts of his rider, apparently, for while L'ton is happy enough to flirt with anything female, Dhonzayth is willing enough to do the same of anything shiny. Even if that shiny object happens to be snapping at anything and everything. Besides, what can make a morning more interesting than if it involves an angry gold, who he happens to know quite well? It is with quickly whirling, faceted red eyes that Dhonzayth descends upon the grounds, trumpeting to the Istan gold before toppling over a beast, spreading his wings to protect it from any interlopers, trumpeting once more before dropping his muzzle to its neck. He must be prepared for the great hunt.

"Thank ye sweets." He chuckles slightly, giving her a squeeze. And then his hold on her remains a little bit tighter than it should be. "Ah… We should.. We should go. Dhonzayth, he's blooding, says Ankhepith is flying. Ah…" And then he's moving to scramble out of the pool, pausing to offer her a hand up should she join him.

M'iken is a little lost on what's precisely goign on, but takes L'ton's hand when it clicks. "Yeah let's go." She says, giving Meluth the new that they'll be staying only to be mentally blown back by her brown.

L'ton gives her hand a squeeze before moving to pull on his pants, not bothering with the rest of his clothes, waiting just a moment for M'iken before heading out towards the bowl at a quick jog.

M'iken has to put on her pants and top, pulling the top on as she takes off after L'ton since she doesn't actually know her way around ista well enogh to get to where she needs to be on her own.

Dhonzayth> Arinith thankfully knows better than to get himself all mixed up by trying to force Ankhepith to be friendly. That's a good way to go home bleeding, and while there would probably be plenty of blood soon, he didn't want any of it to be his. He is drawn to the majestic gold, bathed in the early morning sun, and flutters down rather delicately to the feeding grounds. There's only a low croon to annouce his arrival, no undo attention… yet. At any rate, he was feeling rather peckish and begins to stalk a rather fat herdbeast. There's a quick leap, then a fast downward swing to lash at is throat. He wouldn't be needing all of it.

Dhonzayth> Ceth lands like a wallowing werry in the hatching grounds, no grace or ease to this rotund bronze. With a few hopping skips he barely avoid Ankhepith's bubble and hops onto the back of a squawling herdbeast. Not that the dragon looks like he really needs more to eat, but it's tradition, and he never passes up a meal, flesh, blood, or otherwise.

Ista Weyr - Plateau(#6674RJ)

Dhonzayth> Ankhepith is on her feet in a second, hissing angrily at Arinith. He dares to eat before she? The scandal! Well there's definitely outrage at least. Perhaps luckily for Ceth his landing on a herbeast is missed. Wings flare, teeth are bared, this one is not happy.

R'dy gives Leslyn an unexpected and lopsided grin, shaking out his shaggy hair and blushing faintly, "Wouldn't do for the cooks to complain." He agrees and clears his throat uneasily, shifting his weight.

L'ton is at a quick jog, having slowed at some point to snag M'iken's hand, leading her halfway across the weyr to the Plateau, where he practically skids to a stop, looking left and right before spotting the seemingly still calm Leslyn. Well, at least /that's/ good news. That, and he's got a M'iken. Even then, though, he's turning to glance towards the feeding grounds and his lifemate, shaking his head, and muttering to himself.

R'miel gives Leslyn a return wave. He didn't know her, but he /knows/ it's her, so to speak. He grins to her. "Morning. It's gonna be a beautiful day here today. Maybe I'll spend a bit of time at the beach before we head back." He stretches out a bit and cracks his knuckles. But then he suddenly looks distracted as his lifemate is being hollered at. He misses L'ton and M'iken's arrival.

Dhonzayth> Dhonzayth escapes unnoticed by the wrathful hunting queen, for he's just as eagerly settled upon a beast as Arinith, and he's not stupid enough to look a gift horse in the mouth. And so when the first beast is drained, Dhonzayth attempts to make a bit of piece with the flared-winged, bared-teeth gold, for a herdbeast is brought down and abandoned close to her, for her own enjoyment, like a good little hunting dog would do?

M'iken is not much of a runner, so is panting a little by this point, greatfull for the leading hand L'ton had been for her. She looks down at the feeding ground first then at who's there when she hears R'miel's voice. She even smiles lightly before she notices Meluth's feelings over Arinith being 'yelled' at.

Dhonzayth> Arinith just got here! How would he knew she hadn't eaten yet! He warbles lowly at the gold, then backs away from his herdbeast in a rather defeated fashion, his muzzle low to the ground. Here, take it! It, uh, was for you anyways! His fat herdbeast… he had wanted it so much too. Arin moves himself away from the gold… he'll wait until she's properly distracted before trying a second time. At least he hadn't fluttered off in a panic.

Leslyn grins up at R'dy, "Or put things in your food." She adds, mostly teasing. She leans back a little further, looking at R'miel upside-down, "Always a beautiful day here, if you don't mind it being an island. This is…." She doesn't know him, make something up, "Cyril." Cyril? It'll do, poor R'dy. A quick shift in position and L'ton and M'iken get a quick wave. "Ton! Come and meet Cyril and F'red!" F'red? Yep, that would be R'miel.

Dhonzayth> Ceth isn't the type to give up his kill anyways. But he is at least polite enough to wait until Ankhepith is distracted before blooding. Yeah, he's a fat pig like that, what can you do. He keeps his eyes on her, following her form as he drains the beast slowly dying beneath his crushing weight.

Dhonzayth> Meluth was never one for pouncing a heardbeast upon landing and was so saved from that particular bit of misfortune, but only just. A soft warble is sent his sibling, not wanting to attract too much attention and let the gold have her fill before claiming a heardbeast for himself. That was the most he could do actually.

R'miel chuckles a bit. "Nothing wrong with an island.." Then he blinks and looks around. Who was F'red? Oh, she was talking about him. He laughs then. "It's R'miel." He turns to Tonny and M'iken, giving them a wave. "And we've already met. Hey you two." He grins a bit. "This should be fun. Mel actually chasing today, Mai?"

L'ton has to fight the urge to laugh outright at Leslyn, shaking his head and pulling the slighty winded M'iken possessively to his side, assuming she lets him. "Good ta see ya, F'red." Ton replies to Ram, having decided that despite his partial distraction thanks to Dhonzayth, that its a new, wonderful nickname for his fellow bronzerider.

M'iken waves to R'miel and smiles before she's pulled closer to L'ton, who gets a slightly puzzled look, but she doesn't attempt to pull away. "Hey. Yeah he's chasing today, or we'd be gone already." She says, pushing wet hair back over her shoulder. It was quite irritating when it was down actually.

Dhonzayth> Ankhepith ignores both 'gifts', settling slightly as Arinith sees sense and backs off, and turns her attention to the others. Luck or timing means Ceth is still in one piece and his disrespect unnoticed, the snarls slightly At Meluth taking a step towards the brown but pausing and turning her head towards the sunrise instead. Frozen like that she waits, everything else ignored. From her throat comes something vaguely akin to a song, a note at least, a greeting to teh sun as it finally finds a break in the clouds. Now the game is really afoot, now the slate has been wiped clean. In one bound she is on a beast, tearing at its throat.

Leslyn keeps on with her introductions, "Ton, you didn't bring anything to drink did you? Just Maireen?" She's defintiely getting into the swing of this naming lark, and at least the beginning is right this time. As things build in the pens she begins to fidget, sitting up and tapping her fingers in her lap. Fun is slowly replaced by concentration, focus, fists slowly clenching.

"Ah can't say Ah did. Ya and yers got Mi and Ah right outta the hot springs." Thus Mi's wet hair and L'ton lack of a shirt. Stupid dragons, causing everyone to rush around like chickens with their heads cut off at their whim. "Ya gonna be okay, Les?" He asks rather softly, before looking to M'iken, as if to ask the same thing of the brownrider, though he does nod at R'miel with a bit of a grin. "Ya're good ta lean against, Mi.." He offers absently in whispered explanation of his hold on her

Dhonzayth> Dhonzayth leaves the offered beast where it was, after all, if its not fit for the great queen, why is it fit for him? The firelizards can have it, if any of them brave the feeding grounds after their giant gold guardian has taken to the air. As Ankhepith greets the dawn, and makes her own first kill of the day, the Istan bronze hesitates only a moment before taking a second beast of his own, raking a talon across its belly before dropping his muzzle to its throat greedily, taking in the warm treat.

Dhonzayth> Arinith mentally woos! as the gold finally takes to her own herdbeast. Even though she's ignored his gift he lets it sit there for her. He moves to a spot hopefully just on the edge of Ankhepith's peripheral, and restarts his own hunt. There wasn't any herdbeasts as big and plump as the one he'd caught, but that just means he'll have to slay twice as many now. And so, let it begin! Arin begins the hop from herdbeast to herdbeast, slashing then draining. And making a lovely red carpet of the feeding grounds while filling his bottomless pit of a tummy. Okay, the gold was a bit… angry, but that was okay! It's certainly make things plenty exciting.

R'dy stands there, looking awkward, and makes a decision! He's going to sit down, yep. Just sit. Right here. Good old terra firma. He glances at Leslyn and offers lamely, "So, ah.. good day for a flight?" Blush, babble, "Don't slap me, sorry, that was dumb."
Dhonzayth> Meluth takes a step back, lowering his head slightly when he's snarled at. Then when she busy with a heardbest of her own he knocks the closest one down dead, pinning it to the ground so he can rip at it. His eyes stay on the queen however, keen to not be caught off guard. He does allow himself momentary amussment at his clutch-brothers ever apperant empty stomach, before finishing off his first and moving onto another poor beast.

Dhonzayth> Ceth burps loudly, plowing over the deflated herdbeast and hop-skipping after another one. It's given to wondering if the dragon can even actually fly given his mass and girth, or if he's just that lazy. Another herdbeast is flattened with one paw and drug off away from the rest of the pack for consumption.

R'miel wanders more Leslyn-wards as L'ton seems to have staked a claim over M'iken. "Mm. How are the springs here, I haven't been he says absently." His venture towards Leslyn seems to have a purpose as he produces a flask from one of the inside pockets of his riding coat. Tonny will recognize it as the one he was so heavily nursing from during a previous flight. At any rate, it's offered up to Leslyn. "Here. It's Igen Firewater, so try not to take too big of sips." There's a brief grin to her before the bronzer seems to settle into a distracted stare off into the sky.

Dhonzayth> Ankhepith drains one beast, throwing back her head and howling another note at the sun oblivous of the blood now staining her neck and shoulders. Another beast is felled, drained, and discarded. A third following soon after. This one she takes her time over, eyeing the lurkers in the pens across its belly.

Leslyn nods in reply to L'ton, though for a moment seems to have lost her voice. "Sure. Sure, we're fine." Her gaze makes the trip around the group and she nods - possibly finding them acceptable or possibly just deciding there's enough, who knows. R'miel's flask comes as a relief and she practically grabs it from his hands, yet for some reason she doesn't drink. Not yet. "Thanks." Now her fingers have a flask to drum against. "I…." No, not that thought. She shakes her head, trying to clear the fog that's lying there. "We should move. Move. Moving is good." No panic, no worry, common sense prevails.

Dhonzayth> Dhonzayth lifts his normally pale muzzle, now darkened with blood, revealing in the golden idol revering the golden sun, and taking in the bloody sacrifices that have been made to her glory. And then as the gold lingers after her most recent sacrifice, Dhonzayth readies himself, blood thirst quenched, wings spread wide, ready to escort the goddess on her hunt amongst the breaking daylight.

M'iken blushes lightly, but smiles at her 'new name'. With Meluth being on edge M'iken couldn't help but feel a little bit of clostrophobia in her own skin but she nods to L'ton, holding his hand a little tighter, she'd be fine. Her eyes stay mostly on the dragons below, but she sis look up at L'ton and blush at what he'd whispered. "You would say that." she says supressing a grin. "Hot springs are amazing. I might ocnsider moving here just for them." She says lightly, trying to keep her mind in order and not try to jump out of her skin. Leslyn's mentioning of moving certainly sounds like a good idea and attempts to gently push L'ton into moveing as her feet didn't quite want to let Meluth get out of view.

"Ya should move here, sweets.." L'ton agrees absently to M'iken, gaze flicking to Leslyn, and then's nudged into movement by M'iken, and surprisingly his feet haven't become rooted to the ground. And so he's teetering a bit, still holding onto M'iken's hand, towards the weyr, and the logical place to go, as to not cause a stir.

Dhonzayth> Ceth looks surprised when the gold lifts her head in such a feral challenge and snorts in a sort of wry amusement, a doting concession for the peculiarities of some that he must put up with to get laid. His tongue snakes out, flashing across green muzzle slicked with coppery blood. His body tenses as she goes for the third, wings fanning out in anticipation and then he settles back down, contemplating a third kill.

Dhonzayth> Arinith looks to be more comfortable now that his belly wasn't grumbling at him. Even though his stomach is bulging a bit compared to the rest of his slender body, this bronze only stops for a biref moment to look around. He gives a short distracted warble to his clutchbrother, then his whirling eyes focus on the statuesque gold. The sunlight seems to make her lovely hide glow, and Arin is entranced enough to take a break from eating. He snaps his jaws a bit to lap up the bits of blood dribbling down them.

R'dy doesn't want to move, noooo. That indicates involvement in all this, and he's certainly not involved. Right? Wrong! With a sigh, he heaves himself to his feet, walking like a hunch back after the group of bronze and brown riders and Leslyn.

Dhonzayth> Meluth keeps his eyes ever moving between the others on the feeding grounds, as he drains a third beast himself. The blood is almost unnoticable on his dark sandstone hide, if you didn't know his marking well anyway. The sun reflecting off the queen was dazzling, but he wasn't about to look away, she was probably the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen, with the blood covering her.

R'miel blinks a bit as his flask is snatched. He tilts his head a bit as she decides not to drink. "Ah… yeah… moving is good." Then he turns to M'iken and raises an eyebrow, then grins. "Just for the hot springs, hm? You know Ierne has her own set…" He turns to Leslyn to lead them to their destination.

Dhonzayth> Ankhepith leaps to fell a fourth beast, though this unlucky one is to be left behind and very much alive. Her whole weight is on its back, grinding the squealing creature into the ground as she lauches towards the sunlight. Up, up, racing the dawn.

Leslyn makes another grab at R'miel, this time aiming for his arm to haul herself upright. It falls short however as Ankhepith chooses that moment to launch and Leslyn, for all her calm and acceptance of the flight, bolts for the weyr.

Ista Weyr - Ankhepith and Caerith's Ledge

M'iken is thankfull that L'ton was moving because she couldn't have done it on her own. Then she looks at R'miel, a bit of Meluth's internal aggression showing up in her eyes has she smiles slyly at him. "They're not as nice." She says, flicking her eyes back out towards the feeding grounds just as Ankhepith shoots into the sky.

Dhonzayth> Dhonzayth trumpets loudly, sounding the hunter's horn to signal the start of the chase, as the huntress becomes the hunted, and the race for the goddess's glory and guidance is set in front of the coming dawn. The pitiful creeling of the maimed beast goes unrecognized as he gains altitude, attempting to lead the pack, lead the race, lead the hunt, with each downbeat of his wings a sign of reverence to the golden Ankhepith.

R'miel blinks again as his arm is made a grab for. He barely has enough time to make sure Leslyn actually gets to her feet before she's bolting off towards her weyr. The bronzer gives chase! Like he could help it, anyways. His eyes don't even bother with the feeding grounds, all he can hear in his head right now is 'Catch Catch Catch!' So that's what he bolts off to do. There's only a split second grin to Mai before he's off.

Dhonzayth> Ceth was prepared this time, go him! Well, as prepared as a sinking barge that's about to become airborn. Somewhere under all that fat is a wealth of muscle, and this he uses to piston into the air, wings spreading to catch the wind and for a moment he looks nothing like a bronze so much as a green on steroids that hasn't been washed free of dirt for a few weeks. And then the sun hits him and he becomes a bronze once more, a bronze that is angling after the beautiful Ankhepith. She's graceful, she's tricky, she's not afraid to get some blood on her claws. Just the kind of girl he goes for.

"Besides, there's a cute bronzerider at Ista." L'ton replies, as if to build up his own ego, even as Dhonzayth is attempting to do the same as the dragons launch themselves into the air. And then Leslyn is taking off for her weyr, even as her lifemate takes off after the dawn, and M'iken is once more being dragged across the weyr as L'ton pursues Leslyn.

Dhonzayth> Arinith shakes his muzzle out a bit as Ankhepith leaves the ground. He's feeling bold today after having his life threatened earlier, and joins Dhon in the trumpeting as he unfolds his wings. Theres a spring upwards from the bronze and his wings unfold to lift him into the air. He moves after the shiney golden prize like a thin shadow moving after the sun. His wings beat and his heart races, the chase was on!

R'dy looks like a man going to his execution as he trails into the weyr at a much slower pace than Leslyn entered it. He shuffles towards the far wall and leans against it, eyes seeing yet sightless as he tunes into Ceth and his world and less that of his own physical one.

Dhonzayth> Meluth is trumpeting along just as loudly after Dhonzayth before he to is taking off into the sky and giving chase to the gold, a bit of fierce competion flaring up inside him with every beat of his wings. Despite the bulk of his upper body, he's quick, just trailing Dhon and full of determination to beat him to the prize at the end of the chase.

M'iken isn't so much being dragged along this time as she's following for lack of knowledge. She really needed to get out more, but that was neither here nor there at the moment, as she smiles at L'ton in agreeance. "There's that too." She says softly, her eyes following Leslyn, even as she holds onto L'ton's hand tighter still.

Dhonzayth> Ankhepith has no mind for the men, not yet, she changes her course to lead them out over the water and towards Southern. With the burgeoning dawn at her side she begins to rise once more, dipping one wing and flying in a quick spiral as she does so. She climbs ever upwards, barely pausing for each move of this intricate spiralling dance with the sun. Without conscious effort her direction has changed, the sun now rising behind her.

Leslyn gets up the stairs and onto the ledge, making for the weyr and pausing as she reaches the entrance tunnel. Something stops her, the observant would have likly seen a glimpse of a blue leaving, and she turns back round once more to eyes those that followed. R'miel's flask now seems to have become some sort of symbol, and she holds it before her as if it will provide some protection.

Dhonzayth> Dhonzayth works hard to keep the pace, the warmth of the blooded beasts contrasting the cool morning air that rises from the ocean below, pale bronze wings beating in a quick rhythm as his body rises and falls with each downward stroke. And then as the gold spirals upwards, Dhonzayth is doing much the same, though in a corkscrew that is hardly as neat or tight, as he's left lifting his bulk by himself thanks to the lack of warm thermals in the cool dawn air. And as the gold changes direction, fleeing from the sun, he pulls out of his climb to chase after her, to pull the curtain of the dawn across the heavenly dome.

L'ton pulls M'iken back to his side as they reach Leslyn's weyr, and eyes dart this way and that. Yet, even as his attention is held by the goldrider, he seems quite hesitant when it comes to releasing his hold on M'iken, as he silently urges his lifemate on above. More than one person may need what's in that flask before this is over.

Dhonzayth> Ceth saves his breath and spares no bugles in reply to this queen, perhaps the urging of his rider for he is not the sort to spare himself on fanfare. He hedges in on the other bronzes, easily the largest of the chasers, and more than willing to bully his way through the competition. First Dhonzayth, then Arinith, and finally Meluth are considered as he works to maneuver his girth through the patterns Ankhepith has set.

Dhonzayth> Arinith seems to rather enjoy the lazy swirling motion the gold is flying upward in. The bronze's slender figure made him quite good at the detailed sort of flying, and his wings shift to allow him to swirl upwards after her. He overshoots her length, completing a another full swirl or two before swooping to continue the chase. His wings beat hard, fighting a thermal that wants to push him away from that lovely golden hide. He won't become separated from her!

R'miel fidgets a bit. He notices something leaving the weyr as they arrive, but it's soon forgotten. His eyes are fixed on his flask, though he's so distracted from the flying he doesn't even realize he's staring at it. He pulls on his jacket a bit, fixes his glasses, digs through his pokcets… then he looks around for someplace to sit maybe? Nah, he doesn't feel like sitting.

R'dy might need some, yep. Poor guy looks white as a sheet. He finally gives up on standing and slides down the wall, knees compressing against his chest as he does so. Leslyn is eyed in much the same fashion as Ceth eyes Ankhepith, those others surrounding her glared at jealously.

Dhonzayth> Meluth follows the gold's flight patterns rather well, but can't make any headway in passing the other bronzes in that upward spiral, he even falls behind slightly which only makes him angry at himself and when they level out to fly west not his wings beat only harder and bugles out his frustration.

M'iken stops along with the rest of the group and looks betweent eh flask and the goldrider's face a couple of times before having to look away and shake her head to concentrate after Meluth's fit of anger washes through her. She presses a clenched fist against her forehead, trying to block out some of that anger so she doesn't take it out on someone around her.

Dhonzayth> Ankhepith sweeps on to the west, still swirling in gentle spirals as the mood takes her. With a flick of her tail she angles sharply upwards, almost standing upright in the air for a fraction of a second before shooting of once more. Her path is again upwards, the sun on her back, the sky spread out for her to dominate. And back there, somewhere, well she'll not think of that just yet. She needs height before she can choose a new acolyte.

Leslyn's fingers drum quicker and quicker on the flask, then she tugs at the neck of her shirt which has suddenly become so very tight. Is it hot in here? She sways slightly, eyes drifting skywards, and takes a step back towards the wall. Slowly she places the flask down in front of her. Look! A distraction!

Dhonzayth> Dhonzayth trails the golden goddess that is trailing the golden sun on her wings, bringing light to the oceans of Ista, rising as she rises, banking left and right, to and fro, rather than falling into the gentle spirals of Ankhepith. And then the great idol is shooting upwards, and Dhonzayth is left behind her, left in her wake, as he struggles to get close to her, to worship her, perchance to touch her and revel in her full glory. And so he's surging after her, as if baying hounds are at his heels - the hunt is not yet over.

Dhonzayth> Ceth adds her vectors and takes the sum of her coarse, gaining height and distance without anything so fancy as what she does. Eyes are fixed on the golden radiance she has become with the sunlight gleaming from her bold hide. His wingstrokes carry him eagerly forward, and though he may not be as agile, he makes up the difference in brute force and determination.

Dhonzayth> Arinith emits a loud trumpet rather suddenly. Everyone was being so quiet! He wanted to make sure the gold still knew they were back there, fighting for her attentions. This gold certainly wasn't bumbly like some of the others he'd chased, she was powerful and in pristine shape and condition for such a monumental task, and even he was having trouble keeping up with her movement. When she changes direction his wings suddenly tilt upwards bringing him to a rather jerked stop. He was losing his desired position of slightly above her! He beats his wings as hard as he can, following Ankh's shadow emersed in sunlight.

R'dy looks for a moment like he might steady Leslyn, but the she finds her center again and he reclines once more against the wall. The flask is eyed, and then R'miel, as if the man expects the other to make a flying pounce for the coveted Firewater.

L'ton half ponders dodging in, to try and claim R'miel's flask for himself, but then M'iken's pressing a fist into her forehead, and the Istan is distracted, even though his is already, trying to unclench her fist and try to add some sort of steadying anchor for the Ierne rider. After all, what does he have to fear, a punch? Been there, done that.

Dhonzayth> Meluth takes off straight up into the air from where he is, not bothering to try and keep near his opponents. Granted now there's a gap where the gold is above and beside him rather than just above him, but he takes a moment to swing sideways and rejoin the group of males chaseing the golden idol. When Arinith trumpets, Meluth answers in turn, trumpeting for all his voice is worth, letting his sibling know he wasn't going to give up anytime soon.

R'miel's eyes shoot towards Leslyn suddenly. The bronzer's breathing has increased slightly and he seems much more serious than normal. Thankfully she's spared his piercing stare at her, as it's hidden behind the wall of his dark glasses. Then he switches to look to his flash. Ooh, sweet firewater. The bronzer indeed makes a pounce for his own liquid, unscrewing the top of the flask and just basking in the scent of what was inside before taking a long draw. Ahh…

M'iken didn't even notice the flask being put down as she was dealing with some things on her own that she wasn't used to having to deal with. The outside force of someone pulling her hand back though is a bit too much to handle, though instead of lashing out and hitting L'ton she pulls back quickly, blinking a bit in bewilderment and nearly falling over in the process. Her balance had been shot all day, but thankfully she's able to catch herself before she falls over completely.

Dhonzayth> Ankhepith climbs and climbs — no more acrobatics, just a need to get up and away. There's a falter in her wingbeats just before she flips over, head over tail, and plunges forwards. On towards the sea, back into the sun, time to complete the woship that she demands.

Leslyn's eyes linger on M'iken for a time, something almost predatory in the look she gives her. But then that look travels around R'dy, L'ton, R'miel. Her gaze lingers on R'miel for the longest, watching his throat as he drinks from the flask. She licks her lips, but doens't move. Yet.

Dhonzayth> Dhonzayth climbs after the fleeing gold, chasing her as she rises further and further unto the heavens which are her true domain. And then she's falling, falling back to the earth, falling back to her worshippers. And so the Istan falls with her, wings folding as he plunges as his true idol does, into the sun. And then, with wings extended, he stretches - neck, talons, tail - stretches to offer himself fully to the goddess Ankhepith, as the hunt in her honor draws to a close.

Dhonzayth> Ceth is there, talons outstretched, wings spread to their widest, determination in his eyes and his rapidly beating heart. With the object of his (albeit admittedly fleeting) devotion tucks under and comes back towards the group, he gives in, voicing a roar of challenge fit to shake the socks off the bugles of his fellow chasers. He reaches for her, every fiber of his being arching forward into the sun, or is that Ankhepith?

Dhonzayth> Arinith only gets more excited as he hears his clutchbrother is still in the chase with him. But there was no time for celebration yet, and the bronze falls into a rather intense focus. Ankhepith wasn't going to let him use his normal set of tactics, so he was busy devising a new one to put him at an advantage over his golden trophy. He stays as close as he can to her, and when her direction changes again he wastes no time. He gives one last mighty pump upwards, and does a full twist and flip to put himself in the right direction. With his wings tucked back against his body, he splits the air like the tip of an arrow. All he can focus on now is sinking his claws into the golden wonder before him.

Dhonzayth> Meluth beat his wings for all he was worth, something in him wanting this goddess of a queen more than he thought possible. When a beat faluters and she's heading back on them as surge of smotion wells up in the brown as he closes his wings and twists to dive after her. Everyone else forgotten as he focuses on this last chance to catch her in the sky.

Dhonzayth> Ankhepith spirals through the sky towards the pack, arrow seeking arrow. Ducking bronze, dodging brown, choosing one who will be taught the ways. Arinith disrespected her in the pens, now comes his education. Poor thing.

Dhonzayth> Dhonzayth is once more left to worship Ankhepith from a distance, and so the bronze heads back towards the weyr, and perhaps someone willing to console him.

L'ton never leaves M'iken's side, and then, the gold above is grasped by another, and L'ton looks more pitifully to M'iken, trying to tug her off. Console him?

Dhonzayth> Arinith gives a triumphant bugle to no other in particular. The arrow has struck the prey! He'll accept his lesson like a proper bronze ought to.

R'miel looks down at the flask. He's very tempted just to down the rest of the firewater, but then his eyes meet Leslyn's. He gives a cursory glance around the room, then moves towards her in a rather hurried manner. He offers her the flask, but if she declines its top will be screwed on and it will be discarded wherever.

Dhonzayth> Ceth is disappointed, but such is to be expected when you're the fat ugly kid. Spiraling downwards to land in the bowl, he picks up his dejected rider so they can go find greener pastures.. and a certain gold who is much more ameniable to Ceth's weird brand of lovings.

Dhonzayth> Meluth lets himself continue to fall, only opening his wings once he's lower to let the wind carry himself back to Ista and his rider.
Leslyn's eyes never really leave R'miel's neck, and it's a pretty good guess she'll be chewing on it later if he's not careful. But as he steps forwards there's only one thing on her mind, and it's no longer modesty. This grab isn't going to miss.

M'iken looks at L'ton nearly in the same pitiful fashion though, it's more Meluth still overrideing her own thoughts at this point, and lets herself be lead away to his weyr. Yeah, she'll go console him, only if he pormises to do the same for her.

Ista Weyr - Dhonzayth's Ledge(#7862RAL)

It took a bit of work, but L'ton managed to get Dhonzayth to settle long enough to cart the pair of them off to the weyr - where thankfully the little Zipalla is not - and where L'ton is now backing up from the ledge, tugging M'iken with him, while Dhonzayth has taken off to amuse himself elsewhere. "Ah.. THis isn't what Ah had in mind, asking ya ta stay over.." He tries to apologize a bit.

M'iken waits patiently while L'ton comforts his lifemate while she tries to do the same mentally as Meluth would never dream of setting foot in someone else's weyr. But then Meluth's dissapointment and anger would flare up again and her hand would tighten into a fist and that feeling of being too big for her own skin would come back. But eventually she got him to calm down and Meluth headed into the ocean to cool and wash off. She exhales loudly, not really a sigh so much as just trying to keep herself in check. "I've never felt like this.." She mutters before looking up at L'ton and managing a little smile. "It's alright, at least now I don't have to make up an excuse, I have a perfectly legitimate one for not showing up for work tomorrow."

L'ton moves to wrap his arms around M'iken then, gently rubbing her back as comfort for himself as much as it is for her. "Ya… Ya kind of get used ta it. Ah mean… It ain't no fun, but alcohol can help." And then he's burying his face in her neck, clinging to her a bit more. "Good, ya can't leave me til later."

M'iken wraps her arms around L'ton as well, the feeling of his face in her neck sending shivers down her spine and making her heart race. "What do I need alchol for when I've got someone who can give me exactly what I need if I ask nicely enough already clinging to me?" She asks, softly. Her hands clench into his shirt, gathering the material in her hands so she has something to hold onto, kind of grounding herself dispite the small tremors running up and down her back.

"Who said ya needed to ask? Ah dun think Ah could say no ta ya right now, even if'n Ah wanted ta…" L'ton offers softly, pulling away enough to look at her face, wrapping his arms around her and rubbing her back as he kisses her firmly. "Ah'm glad ya were willing ta come with me.." He offers, backing the rest of the way into the weyr, and leading her along.

M'iken kisses back with more hunger in her lips than there's ever been, clearly saying just how badly she needed him to be kissing her and other things. "Well, it was you or the guy I didn't know anything about. It was not a difficult choice to make." She says as she follows along with him, at the point that it really didn't mater where she was as long as she was being held.

L'ton swings M'iken around as they near the back corner of the weyr, giving her a gentle push towards the bed after reluctantly pulling away from the kiss, looking down at her for a moment with a happy sigh before flopping down with her and pulling her back into his arms. "Ah'm glad anyway.." And then he's stealing another long kiss.

M'iken flops backwards onto the bed, a bit of excitement showing in her eyes. When L'ton flops onto the bed, he doesn't have to do much pulling to get he to join him. "Honestly, you shouldn't be surprised." She says softly before melting into the kiss, her arms wrapping around his neck and a leg sliping over his to pull herself as close to him as she can get.

"And why's that?" L'ton murmurs softly, as he moves to slide his hands up her sides, pushing her shirt up and over her head while he burrows his face into her neck again, planting kisses along her heck and collarbone, fingers absently running through her hair. "Can Ah still be happy, at least?"

"Because. What reason is there for me to not come with you?" She reasons, sighing at the touch of his fingers running up her sides, helping to get the shirt off, eager to feel her skin against his. The feel of his lips on her neck though pull a soft, little noise from her, oh how she liked that. "Of course you can still be happy. I'm happy." She looked at him and gave him a momentarily serious look, "if you'd have won, I'd be happy for you, but I don't know what I would have done. Then it would have been R'miel or R'dy and I would have gotten lost." Her fingers played with the hair at the nape of his neck, and she uzzled her forhead against his, kissing him lightly on the lips.

"Ah'd rather have ya than Leslyn, Ah promise. Cause Ah can wake up next ta ya, and not feel guilty, and keep ya ta myself even longer.." L'ton murmurs, giving her a smile, and absently stroking the backs of his fingers against her cheeks, grinning down at her. "Well, ya got me now." And then as she plays with his hair, he reburies his face in her shoulder with a contented sound, hand tracing the line of the side of her body. "My Mi… Ah like the sound of that.." He offers, barely audible.

M'iken smiles lightly at his assurance, happier than he could ever really know about it. When he burries his face in her shoulder again she sighs, her hand slipping into his fluffy hair and her leg squeezing onto him tighter. Her skins tenses lightly where he touches, it's both ticklish and exhilarating. "That does sound rather nice." She says softly. She'd only barely heard him and if he hadn't been right there near her ear, she probably wouldn't have.

"And ya feel rather nice.." He comments, voice still low as he pulls away to look at her, before pressing his lips firmly to hers, pressing his body against hers for a moment before moving to push at the waist of her pants, and then his own, driven by his dragon, and by his own wants.

The Next Morning

M'iken snuggles lightly into L'ton's chest, her fingers splayed out over his skin and one of her legs entwined with his. She's silent for the moment, content to just lay there for a while and be comfortable. After a while she adjusts herself so that she can look up at L'ton and still lay on him. "Was that just just residual from the flight or did you mean it? The 'My Mi' thing." She's curious and from the contented look on her face there's no way to tell if she's bothered by it or not.

L'ton keeps his arm looped around her, absently rubbing her arm as he keeps his leg entwined with hers, making no move to shift away from her. As she adjusts herself, he shifts a bit to, to watch her without lifting his head up too much. "Ah wouldn't have said it, if'n Ah didn't mean it.." He offers softly, giving her a slight squeeze. "Ah.. Ah hope ya aren't angry Ah said it.."

M'iken smiles lightly and closes her eys as she lays there, thinking for a moment. Kind of mean to leaveing him hanging, but she has to decide how she feels now that he ment it. "I'm not angry." She says finally, barely opening her eyes and fixing him with a soft hazel stare and a smile. "Though I'm not exactly happy either. You'll make a girl's heart go all a flutter with those kinds of words, you know. "She says softly, and quite calm about it too. Maybe the best time to talk to her about things that might make her angry or upset are times like these when she's more apt to not want to move around or get flustered over things.

L'ton runs his fingers absently through her hair again, tilting his head to watch her face a bit more, smiling back at her shyly. "Is it a bad thing, my Mi? Ah mean.. Ah can't tell ya how much Ah appreciate everything ya do fer me. Everything ya have done fer meh… Ya've really helped me figure stuff out, ta, when Ah though everything was gonna fall apart." He offers softly.

M'iken blows lightly out of the corer of her mouth to move a bit of hair that had fallen in her face when she moved, out of the way and shrugs lightly. "It's not really a bad thing, and it's nice to be appreciated; particularly by someone I care for, but.." She pauses for a moment and rubs her fingers lightly in circles on his chest and blushes. "But…" her brows furrow slightly and her smile diminishes to a neutral line across her face. "I don't know how to word what I want to say." She admits softly, looking at her fingers.

"But what, lil'bit?" L'ton asks softly, folding his fingers over hers, as they lay on his chest. "Ah won't be upset, whatever ya say.. Ah just wanna know what yer thinking." He absently brushes a hair out of her face, giving her a bit of a smile.

M'iken opens her eyes a bit wider to look at him better. "But, I don't want to just be appreciated. If you catch my drift at all." She says, blushing madly at saying something like that and thankful that half of her face is hidden by his chest, even though he could probably still feelt eh heat emanating from her skin.

"My Mi.. Ah think Ah love ya… But, Ah dun blame ya if'n ya dun feel the same. Ah mean, Ah ain't always around, and Ah.. know Ah ain't the best. But.. Ya've been there, and Ah.. Ah dunno." L'ton actually blushes, even his neck getting warm with embarrassment, as his attention shifts upwards to stare at the ceiling rather than her.

A smile immediately springs up on her lips and she pushes herself up and kisses L'ton deeply , stradling him so she can sit on his stomach so she can look down at him. "I'm glad you said that. And you're right, it's pretty cute to see someone blush." She leans down a little, her hands on either side of his head and kisses him lightly. "I was afraid you would say that you didn't love me and appreciation was all I was going to get from you. Because despite my best efforts to not, I think I've fallen in love with you." She says, her insides going crazy from admitting something like that.

"Ah.. Ah didn't wanna scare ya off. Ah… Ah didn't want ta get hurt, if'n ya didn't feel the same way.." L'ton admits, and then she's moving to settle on his stomach, and he's shifting to wrap his arms around her the best he can. "Ya.. Ya have?" He questions lightly, with wide eyes, leaning back to look up at her, still an interesting shade of pink, for all his normal confidence.

M'iken just continues to smile. "Same here really. I've only really let myself get attached to a couple other people, and well obviously nothing really became of those. So I was denying it as best I could and then when I couldn't deny it in my head anymore I thought, well if I can just be the one you go to when you're feeling down that would be enough." She blushes lightly and tucks her hair behind her ears. "So yes, I have."

L'ton moves to pull her down for another kiss. "My Mi.." He offers with a soft chuckle, before shaking his head. "Ah.. Ah dunno what Ah'd have done without ya, these past few months Mi, Ah really dun.." And then he's shaking his head a bit. "Ah.. Ah thought ya were pining after Ram, and Ah didn't wanna cause no trouble fer ya." He shakes his head slightly, and looks up at her, brushing his fingers over her cheek again.

M'iken revels in his kiss and settles herself down on him again, moving so that she was laying on top of him fully. "I was pining after him, for quite a while, but Ysa's one of my closest friends. I know she's not exactly the type to share things like weyrmates, so I had to give up on him and then while you're thinking I'm consoleing and taking care of you, really you ended up catching my heart and holding it so carefully. How could I not fall in love with someone who's so sweet and open with his feelings to me?" She asks, leaning into his fingers lightly before catching them with her own hand so she can kiss his palm gently.

L'ton gently rubs his other hand against her lower back as she lays down with him, folding his fingers through hers after she kisses his palm. "Ah.. Ah just dun wanna hurt ya. Ah.. Ah mean, Ah do flirt. Tis who Ah am. But.. Ah think yer the only one but Sris that Ah.. Ah've meant anything by it. Ah wouldn't have come ta ya when Ah needed someone, if'n Ah didn't hope that ya'd feel the same." And then he's giving her a bit of a smile. "Ah hope ya dun end up thinking Ah'm a horrible person, in the end."

M'iken leans her face against their entwined hands and smiles at him. "L'ton, I know what you're like. I will admitt that yes, I'll probably get jealous every now and then, but that'll jsut be during hormone fluxes and I really have no control over that." She says with a chuckle. "If you ever do hurt me I'll be sure to let Meluth lecture you till you die from it." She says giving him a little wink. "I'm kidding." She kisses his chest then lays her head down.

L'ton turns her hand over to give it a soft kiss, with a grin. "Ah.. Ah just want ya ta know that, Ah may get a bit jealous ta, but Ah'm not gonna begrudge ya anything, cause… stuff happens. And, Ah know it's okay." Though, the threat of a Meluth lecture may be enough to keep him straight, at least for a bit. "Sure ya are, lil'bit." He offers, shaking his head as he gives her a squeeze, and goes back to stroking her hair. "When were ya gonna tell meh, hm?"

M'iken likes the feeling of his fingers in her hair and contemplates leaveing it down more often just so that maybe he'd do this more often. She smiles at the knowledge that he'd actually get jealous over her, quite likeing the idea, but probably not the practice of the idea.. Then she srugs lightly. "I never planned on telling you." she says simply. "Granted if I'd kepts it all in to myself I probably would have exploded and all my feelings would have come out in a very ungraceful way, but there was never an actual plan to ever tell you." She keeps her eys a bit down cast, not wanting to see his reaction to that.

"Aw, sweetheart…" He offers softly, shaking his head. "Ah didn't mean ta put ya in this situation.. Ah mean… If'n ya dun want anything, all ya gotta do is say something." He continues to gently run fingers through her hair, playing with it as they lie there, more from idleness than anything else. "Ah am glad ya said something, though… Ah mean, no matter what ya wanna do 'bout it."

M'iken pushes herself up a little and looks at him with a brow raised. "What do you mean if I don't want anything? I want you silly. I want you for me." A smile breaks across her face and she laughs a little. "I was just afraid I was like, your rebound or something. That eventually you would have found someone you liked better and moved on and I didn't want to say something and have it be too late, or even say something and have you not actually feel the same." Her face was bright red, she isn't really good at expressing her feeling without ending up looking like a tomato.

"Mi… Yer the reason Ah wasn't sure how Ah felt, when things ended 'tween me and Sris.. Ah.. Ah already really enjoyed being around ya, and spending time with ya, and Ah.. Ah just wasn't sure. Ah didn't wanna put ya in that position." He shakes his head slightly and gives her a kiss on the nose. "Yer so cute, when ya get embarassed. But, ya dun need ta worry, cause if'n yer willing ta put up with meh, Ah'm all yers, Mi."

M'iken looked like she wasn't entirely sure how to take that information, she just blinked a little a him, looking slightly taken aback, but then the kiss on her nose and the comment of her looking cute when she's embarassed had her making a face at him, arched brow and slightly pouty frown and all. "Yeah, well so are you mister." She settles back down on him and smiles. "I suposse I can put up with you." She says looking coy.

L'ton looks slightly embarrassed as it occurs to him what he just admitted, biting his lip for a moment before looking this way and that, and then back at her. "Ah hope ya can. After all, Ah'm sure Ah can find way more reasons ta come visit ya, now that yer my Mi… And Ah ain't so easy to hide from." And as she pouts, he absently traces the outline of her ear. "Ah'm sure Ah'll make a pest out of mahself in no time."

M'iken smiles lightly and looks quite content to have him stopping by more often. When he traces the outline of her ear however it's like he found the button to turn her on and her eyes roll back a little before she jerks her head away from his hand, covering her ear slightly and looking at his hand in a rather confused manner. "That was different." She'd completely missed the last thing he said, but knowning her she probably would have minded it if she had.

A smile crosses his face at her reaction, and he's shifting a bit to turn onto his side, settling her next to him again, before reaching to tug her hand away, to trace her ear again with a rather innocent look on his face. "Ah think Ah found yer secret." And Tonny is quite proud of himself, considering the look on his face. "Of course, Ah dun wanna press, but if'n ya ever get bored with Ierne, Ah'd love ta have ya here.."

M'iken eeps lightly as he Rolls them over onto their sides and pulls her hand away from her ear. "Don't tou… ch." Her eyes roll back and her mouth opens slightly, her whole body getting hot from just the little touch. Once his fingers off her ear she has to shake her head to clear it. "Not nice." She says, hitting his chest. Though it's not really hard since they're right next to eachother. "I'll talk to Meluth about moving here, but maybe I should punish you for doing something like that to me." She covers her ear again and pouts at him, now she was neither satisfied nor content, she was feeling rather hot and heavy.

L'ton cackles a bit more, not making any move to stop playing with her ear, though as she covers it up, he trails fingers along her collar bone. "Well, Ah'm sure Ah can give ya some more good reasons ta want ta move here." A gentle nip at her earlobe and he's pressing into her, pulling the covers up around them more securely. Who needs to go anywhere, hm?

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