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Serious Business; For Isi
Topic Started: Aug 10 2011, 12:14 AM (232 Views)
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Warm and comfortable, O'zen slowly drifted awake. At first, he did not remember the events of the prior day and failed to recognize the dim room, the bed in which he rested, nor the woman that lay beside him. He stared at her motionless form for a few seconds, fairly calm; this was not an uncommon thing for him.

However, memories came rushing back as his mind began to clear and the bronzerider cracked a wide smile, only barely able to choke back a laugh. This was no kitchen worker or greenrider beside him. Lenth, you magnificent beast!

Contentment tinged with a certain uncharacteristic smugness radiated from the bronze, who was perched out on the ledge of Lisenyth's weyr. Good morning, Lenth replied simply, rumbling pleasantly. You have slept in, he added with amusement.

O'zen chuckled quietly, mentally showering the dragon with approval. They had done it. Miraculously, he and Lenth had outflown all the others, caught Lisenyth, and gained Weyrleadership. He, O'zen, had achieved the position he had always aimed for.

Now what? The question popped into his mind, leaving him puzzled for a moment. This was no small responsibility he had inherited. The Weyr had functioned well under Rhyssone's leadership, but O'zen felt the woman had been stretched too thin, capable though she was. Well, that would continue no longer. O'zen was sure of that.

There was still so much preparation to be done. It would be foolish to think they were ready for Thread. He'd have to start searching the records more for strategies, formations, anything. In vain, O'zen wished there were older, Thread-savvy riders to look to for guidance, but anyone who had seen the menace was long dead. And what would he do about the bandit attacks? That threat had not vanished; he made a mental note to call a meeting about it.

With a sigh, he stared vacantly at the ceiling. He could deal with all of that later. For now, it was probably best that he wait for Rhyssone to wake up. Glancing in her direction, gaze lingering on her exposed skin, the Bitran's lips twisted into a smirk.
O'zen : Bronze Lenth
Lowen : Beryllium Lerriloth
Jerund : Brown Jerusk
Hama : Green Hamask
Eevai : Garnet Iopeth
Sh'ol : Graphite Hellioth
Kh'sev : Grey Saiyeth
Bervaidi : Blue Bervask
Syrsha : Brown Kalayth
Rosinthew : Candidate
Khola : Weyrfolk
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Rhyssone didn't open her eyes at first. She was tired; the events of yesterday evening had sapped her strength, and despite having slept for the remainder of the night, she was disinclined to move.

Actually, do be honest, she was afraid of what she would find.

She remembered that the long awaited Flight of her queen had happened, and that it had been miserable weather. The details were a little hazy (she vaguely remembered hitting somebody across the face and being soaking wet), but there was only one end to a mating Flight that would leave her with a sound mind.

You are being silly, Lisenyth snorted, up in her weyr. Staying asleep is not going to change who won. Lenth did very well indeed. She stretched luxurously, twining her neck around her bronze mate's.

Lenth. With a faint sigh, Rhyssone opened her eyes, meeting the smirk of O'zen.

She'd vaguely hoped for one of the riders she knew reasonably well. Al'dai, for instance. Or T'ech. Maybe even A'yar. But of all the possible choices, it was the rider who she hadn't been able to get close to who was now the Weyrleader.

"Guess that's what happens when you play against a Bitran," she told Lisenyth.

???

"Oh, go on and enjoy your mate." Rhyssone didn't like the way O'zen's eyes were trailing over her entire body, but she refused to show it. Instead, she sat up calmly and twisted, trying to work the kinks out of her back.

"Well," she said, pushing her dark hair into some semblance of order. "Congratulations. But don't get used to sharing my bed; I prefer sex to mean something." This was a subtle jab; she'd heard of how many girls found their way into this bronzerider's weyr, and it irked her to be added to the list.
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O'zen's smile widened when Rhyssone woke. She didn't look too particularly pleased to see him; she didn't look displeased either. Her expression was perfectly neutral and he could only guess what was going on in her mind - not that he cared whether or not she was glad to see him. Though, he supposed if she was happy, she'd have shown it.

Lisenyth is happy, Lenth said proudly, crooning as he nuzzled the gold. So why wouldn't Rhyssone be happy? We won.

I don't think it's that simple, Lenth.

O'zen did not avert his eyes as Rhyssone straightened, for she made no attempt to conceal herself. This was probably the only time he'd get to see her this way, he figured, and Rhyssone's comment confirmed that thought just a moment later. Chuckling low in his throat, he brought his arms behind his head and stretched, his back giving an audible pop before he relaxed and turned his gaze back on the Weyrwoman.

"'Prefer sex to mean something,'" O'zen repeated, lightly mimicking Rhyssone's tone. "What does that even mean? Sex is the most basic, instinctive, primal thing that we do. I don't understand why some of you have to drag feelings and love into it, if that's what you're talking about." He made a face of mild disgust and shook his head. "It's a shame, though. You have a nice body."
O'zen : Bronze Lenth
Lowen : Beryllium Lerriloth
Jerund : Brown Jerusk
Hama : Green Hamask
Eevai : Garnet Iopeth
Sh'ol : Graphite Hellioth
Kh'sev : Grey Saiyeth
Bervaidi : Blue Bervask
Syrsha : Brown Kalayth
Rosinthew : Candidate
Khola : Weyrfolk
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Rhys made a dismissive noise. "That's because you're a man. Women like to get emotionally attached, it's why we make good mothers. Aside from most women thinking differently, we also bear the responsibilities of dealing with any children that result and any health issues from both pregnancy and miscarriages. So yes, if I'm going to take that chance, I'd prefer it be at least a friend; someone who can support me through it. I hardly know you at all."

But now was not the time nor the place for discussions on morality and psyche. She stood and began collecting her scattered clothing. "Did you wish to keep your old weyr? There's an empty one near the Council Room, which could be convenient if you wanted to move." She frowned down at the shredded remains of her breastband before tossing it aside to pick up another damp article of clothing. "And when did you want the wing records brought to you?"

Lisenyth huffed. Maybe she is jealous, she offered. Yours may be a nice man, but I don't know if he is as good as you. Or she is having one of those things. you know, the ones that come every four sevendays? They make her cranky.
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O'zen listened patiently to Rhyssone's explanation, but her last statement brought his signature smirk back. "Oh, I wouldn't say you hardly know me," he said archly, but decided it would be wiser to drop the subject there. He, too, got up to search for his clothes.

"I'll move," he answered her question without any apparent thought. He was Weyrleader now - of course he'd take the convenient weyr by the Council Room. Lenth certainly wouldn't have a problem with it, for he'd be closer to his mate that way. He found his pants crumpled in the corner of the room and pulled them on, frowning at the amount of moisture they still carried. "Eh, bring the records in a sevenday or two, there's no rush," he replied, his tone heavily sardonic. "As soon as possible would be nice."

O'zen is a good man, Lenth assured her, although the bronze was aware that his rider was not well liked by some people due to his abrasive personality. Lenth could not understand it, but nonetheless he knew it to be true. Some people do not like O'zen. But maybe it is the thing that you speak of. I know little about them, but O'zen does not like it when women have them.
O'zen : Bronze Lenth
Lowen : Beryllium Lerriloth
Jerund : Brown Jerusk
Hama : Green Hamask
Eevai : Garnet Iopeth
Sh'ol : Graphite Hellioth
Kh'sev : Grey Saiyeth
Bervaidi : Blue Bervask
Syrsha : Brown Kalayth
Rosinthew : Candidate
Khola : Weyrfolk
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Maybe she will like him better later. Humans are funny like that, Lisenyth mused. It was no flakes off her hide if that were the case, but she would like it if Rhys had somebody to make her happy like Lenth did. She contented herself with another fond nuzzle, knowing that if Rhyssone decided to come around, it would be by herself.

Rhyssone ignored O'zen's tone on his response, choosing instead to focus on getting her trousers back on. "I'll have them on your desk this evening," she answered, as if she hadn't heard him. As she was buttoning up her tunic, a green firelizard appeared, then winked out again immediately. Rhys laughed; Izabel had not planned on finding her mistress with a stranger.

And she could use a good cup of klah too. There were things to be handled today, to get the last uncertainties settled. "If I don't get going, I'll have a cranky firelizard. Pleasant day." She started out the door, but paused. That had been curt, if not rude. She didn't have to like the man, but she was going to have to be working with him. Slowly she turned back.

"You've been a good Wingleader, so I can't imagine you having any trouble. Still, Harper-tales of endless romance aside, I am your partner in running this Weyr. If you need a hand with anything, just let me know." That was better. Rhys turned on her heel and left, eager to get to that klah before she said anything stupid.
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