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Settling In; For Synn!
Topic Started: Apr 9 2015, 03:20 PM (671 Views)
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This place is big!

"Of course it is! You're a big dragon!"

The copper wandered around the dragon bay of his newly-assigned quarters. He might be a big copper, but he was still growing, and the couch in this dwarfed even him. T'vir assured him that he'd grow into it, but Orsamith had his doubts. Surely he wouldn't get that big!

"This must have been designed for a bronze or something," T'vir commented idly, unclipping bags from Orsa's straps to unload. They were the last he had to move in, and the weyr still looked pretty spartan. Oh well. He'd change that soon enough. This was a vast upgrade from his barrack room, and just in time too since Orsamith couldn't hardly move in the barracks anymore.

Then it should be Zaxth's. He's a bronze. And bigger than me, Orsa argued, pawing at the couch and then testing it out, stretching to his full length in an undignified sprawl. Belly up, he watched his rider pack still supplies that had been incredibly awkward to haul up. There was a small ante-room near the rear entrance, and T'vir decided it would make the perfect spot for storing not leathers or straps but his still. And whatever he made with it. Rather than crafting his spirits in the privacy of a cave, he'd do it on his ledge and pack everything up when he was done.

"I bet Zaxth has a bigger one than this. And he's not that much bigger than you," the dark-skinned weyrling pointed out as he started making the space more comfortable. The standard-issue furniture would definitely need a personal touch, and T'vir made a mental note to decorate in his spare time. Needed to make the place more welcoming, after all. As soon as he and Orsamith got settled in--and Rum picked a spot for his own nest--T'vir planned on throwing the ultimate weyr-warming parting for the other Jaspers.

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Amarisha was moving with a spring in her step. The hallway she was pacing down was unfamiliar but the handsome weyrling she had met at lunch had given directions after she agreed to his request of her company. He needed help moving into his weyr and she was perfect for the job! Why? Well, because she was such a helpful soul... and she found his dark sun-kissed skin irresistibly compelling. She wanted to see more!

A smile pulled at her lips as the girl wondered if T'vir would be working without a shirt on. If not, would it be wrong for her to request him to take it off? No, surely not, given the hints he had been dropping during lunch.

In addition to her excitement of spending some alone time with the dark, well-muscled man, Amarisha was also eager to make the acquaintance of yet another dragon. She, like many others, was absolutely fascinated by the creatures. They were all so unique, varying not only in color but personality. Especially in personality! She wondered what T'vir's copper would be like.

Once she reached the door indicated on her crude makeshift map, Amarisha lifted a hand and gave a flick of her thin wrist to knock. "T'vir? You in?"

While waiting for an answer the blonde candidate took a moment to smooth out the white blouse she wore. As she did, she also considered the length of the short shorts she had elected to wear... Did they, combined with the low cut top, make her appear transparent? Perhaps, but it was her opinion that expressing desire was better than bottling it up.
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T'vir working with a shirt on. Where would anyone get such a ridiculous idea? Of course the young weyrling was topless as he started rearranging what little furniture came with the new weyr. He pulled his dreads into a loose tail with a strip of leather and rested his hands on his hips, surveying his work.

And here I thought I was being picky, Orsamith interrupted as he made another turn on his new couch. I think I'd like a little more sand, though.

"We'll get you some soon," T'vir promised, crossing the room and adjusting Orsa's straps on the storage pegs. Since it was move-in day for most of Jasper, they had the rest of the afternoon off. Lessons this morning had been fairly light since everyone was excited to get their own weyrs and thus incapable of paying attention. Lunch had barely been better. T'vir was thankful he had taken the time to eat rather than going straight for the weyr assignments. He had met a delightful candidate there. Well. She had sat at his table, and their conversation had been more than a touch flirty. T'vir was out of practice after ten, eleven months of Weyrlinghood, and the Jaspers had been given "the talk" now that their dragons were old enough for certain extracurriculars.

I still don't get why you're so keen for her to visit, the copper dragon said with a bored yawn, stretching out on his couch and rolling to his side.

T'vir chuckled and walked over to give the dragon's neck a good rub. "You'll understand when you're older, trust me." A knock from the interior door caught T'vir's attention and he grinned wider. "Speaking of..." And he headed for the door, hearing his guest call out. He nimbly hopped over a chair in the process--why go around?--and pulled open the door.

"Just in time, Amarisha," he said with a grin to the candidate's dual-colored gaze and stepped aside to welcome her in. "I just finished unpacking, but I think I need a feminine touch."

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The door swung open and Amarisha's face lit up instantly. Her hopes had not been in vain and her eyes greedily drank in the sight of a dark, exposed torso. “Hello again, T'vir!” she chimed and shuffled inside. “Good to see you again. I've missed you since lunch!” Winking playfully she stepped close to the man and gave his cheek a quick peck before sauntering with confidence forward into his weyr.

“Wow,” she breathed, amazed by the size of the place. From the 'Bowl all the weyr's looked rather small to her. She figured most of the room was for the dragon and a rider might be lucky to squeeze in a decent sized bed. But, apparently, the stone of Vaioa had been deeply dug and offered spacious living. Good! Rider's, for all the risks they took, ought to live in comfort.

“It's so big! I'm so jealous!” Her voice echoed off the walls. “Hmm, though, you're right, the place is rather plain. I'd suggest you visit the Crafthalls...” she trailed off and moved to the middle of the room. “Hmm, I would buy a nice big rug for here.” The toe of her sandals tapped the stone floor and Amarisha nodded, plainly agreeing with herself. “That would add a lot of personality to your space right off the bat. Once you find one you like and buy it, you can use it's colors and patterns to determine what you should fill the rest of your weyr with. I mean,” she cast him a serious look, “you wouldn't want to have contrasting decorations, would you? That would be a tragedy!” Amarisha gave a fake shudder, amused at her own jest, and laughed.

“Seems like all that can wait though...” she strode forward to inspect the bed. “At least you have sleeping furs. That's the most important thing, huh?” she winked again and almost bent her knees to sit when she remembered the dragon. “Oh, but where is Or...” the exact pronunciation escaped her. “Er, where is your dragon? Off hunting?” Up till now she hadn't heard a sound come from the dragon shelf and it wasn't stupid to think the weyrling might have sent his dragon away. She had, after all, encouraged her fire lizard go fish for the next few hours so she could spend time alone with her new friend.
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At lunch, T'vir had pegged Amarisha as the outgoing type. He wasn't disappointed and couldn't help but grin after she stood on tiptoes to peck his cheek. He obliged and bent down to make it easier, before turning to watch her saunter into his weyr. He closed to door behind him, crossed his arms, and leaned against a wall to observe the candidate.

"Must have made an impression if you missed me after only a few candlemarks," he commented with a smirk, enjoying that fact. He seriously felt like he was shaking off rust for socialization. The first ten months of weyrling training had kept him incredibly busy. Now that Orsamith could fly--and T'vir didn't get immediately motion-sick upon take off from fear of heights--they had much more freedom outside of lessons. Still couldn't leave the Weyr, but drills had started to replace lessons. Formations and catches and sweeps took almost all of the lesson time, and the rest was visualization and exercise.

Not that you pay attention to the lessons anyway, the copper commented. Now that we've gotten to actual action, you're much more attentive. It's a nice change.

You know me. Action over theory!


When she started talking rugs, T'vir pushed off from the wall and joined her near the center of the room. "See? I knew I needed a feminine touch. Knowing my luck, I'd end up with something that clashed and gave me a headache every time I came back," not that his decorating was that bad. He actually had a decent sense of style and color, but he'd needed an excuse to invite Amarisha back, so decorating it was. "I think I did a good job with the sleeping furs," he mentioned as she went to sit on the bed.

His copper bondmate rumbled in his head curiously, but T'vir promised he'd explain later why a bed piqued his interest. More specifically, the woman about to sit.

Her abrupt change--and inability to remember Orsamith's name--made him laugh. "Orsamith is actually just breaking in his new couch," T'vir supplied, gesturing toward the exit to the living chamber and heading that direction. "Rum is the one off hunting, where he'll be for quite some time." From his couch, Oramith rumbled and shifted. If he was meeting this person who had so completely occupied his rider's lunch time, it best not be sprawled on his back. So he rolled to his belly and tried to make himself as regal as possible. "He says he wants to meet you."

Not exactly what I said.

Oh hush and play nice. She's a nice girl.

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Ah, yes, Orsamith! Amarisha knew she had liked the name and now forced herself to slowly repeat in her head for fear of forgetting the pronunciation twice. “I want to meet him too!” The candidate swiftly moved away from the bed (for now) and followed T’vir.

Stepping out of the living quarters and onto the dragon shelf, Amarisha couldn’t help but gasp. Already Orsamith was so large and striking! The way the light played off his tawny-copper hide was dazzling and the girl instantly wanted to touch him. Stepping forward, she managed to restrain her feely fingers by clasping them behind her back. Rocking back and forth, she introduced herself. “Hello, Or-sa-mith! I’m sure your rider has already told you all about me, because I’m so fantastic, but I’m Amarisha! It is a pleasure to meet you! Thank you for tolerating my presence during your move in. If there is anything I can do to make you more comfortable, just let me know! Though you look rather settled already,” she laughed while considering how much room the large couch still had to offer. Jays, how big was this copper going to get? “In the Infirmary some of the other dragons have praised my massage skills. If your muscles are sore from flying I’d be happy to rub them down…”

At the mentioning of rubbing she glanced at the young rider’s bicepts. “That goes for you too, of course,” she added with a wink.

Then, eyes ever wandering, Amarisha noticed a small room and leaned to peek inside. “Oh, what’s all this? You a vinter, T’vir? Oooh, you know what we should do? We should break out one of these barrels if they are ready!” Fardles, she hadn’t had a good drink in ages! Things might get real fun real quick with the aid of alcohol!
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Well she's enthusiastic, Orsamith drawled as the girl T'vir had invited practically bounced into his portion of the weyr.

I did warn you, T'vir responded with a mental chuckle. Indeed, he'd told the copper about his lunch date and that she'd be up later in the day. It had been a very eventful lunch, and hints dropped by both of them had led to this invitation. Needless to say, T'vir was delighted she'd accepted, and he grinned as he followed her to the dragon bay.

I've never had a massage, he told his rider privately, not quite sure what to do with the attention he was being given. He wasn't all that grand. There were bigger dragons than he, more handsome ones.

"You could tell her that yourself, Orsamith," T'vir prodded, spoiling the copper's secret that he was talking to his rider. The weyrling rumbled and shifted a wing. And then shifted more of his weight.

I've never had a massage, he finally admitted, this time including Amarisha. And he looked sheepish doing it too. Shy. T'vir chuckled and gave Orsa's muzzle a good rub while the candidate turned away. Oh yes, he too was thinking about that massage. Perhaps he'd take her up on that offer this evening...

"I wouldn't try what's in the barrels," he said with a laugh, joining her near the small ante-room. "That's not suitable for drinking. Has to be distilled first," he explained casually as he stepped around her--without a whole lot of space between them--and reached to grab a small jar of clear liquid from a box. "Vintner trained, yes, but I'm not making wine," he smirked and unscrewed the cap on the jar. "Few sips of this is enough to put a dragon under."

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Back home at Bitra Amarisha had drunk as often as possible, which wasn’t very. Her prudish mother frowned greatly upon spirits and wasn’t above smacking her daughter good if she ever caught her with a bottle. Amarisha never asked, but she was pretty sure the reason for this had something to do with the father she never knew. Still, mother hadn’t always been able to keep an eye on sweet Amarisha and snatching bottles from the estates they used to clean had been all too easy. Theft was only against the law if you were caught. Besides, those nobles had plenty. What’s one bottle to their hundred?

She eyeballed the cap-less jar now being held by the attractive T’vir and licked her lips. Bitran-drink was usually weak, flat, and sour, hardly worth drinking. But even so it had offered escape to a caged dreamer and Amarisha wondered what sort of escape this drink, capable of putting a dragon under, would give.

“Well then I guess it is a good thing I am not a dragon!” the girl teased and reached out to snatch the bottle from the boy. “I’ll take that, thank ya,” she said and was careful not to spill any as she turned and strolled out of the small room.

“If you want to change that, Orsa, let me know!” she said, marveling at the fact that he had never been treated to a massage. “I could even teach your rider how to do it so you can enjoy a massage even when I’m not around.”

Then, curiously, almost cautiously, the girl lifted the jar and gave it a quick sniff. It didn’t smell all that strong to her, but maybe that was only because the numbweed in the Infirmary had dulled that particular sense of hers. “Cheers!” she yipped and then took a tentative sip.

She wasn’t sure what sort of process went into making drink but it was immediately obvious to her that T’vir had mastered it! Swallowing, she smacked her lips and announced, “Wow, T’vir! That’s good stuff!” Already the world seemed fuzzier to her. A cautious girl might’ve known to take it slow, but Amarisha wanted more. “How much of this stuff do you have?” she asked and took another gulp.
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"Ayy, it's a good thing you're not a dragon," T'vir chuckled, willingly letting the jar out of his grasp when Amarisha took it. Forward, she certainly was, but not like the copper weyrling minded. He too was forward in most things, and given how long it had been for one specific activity he so enjoyed....well. He admired the view as Amarisha retreated from the anteroom.

Does a massage feel good? the copper asked, totally at a loss for the concept. He blinked first at T'vir and then at Amarisha and then back at T'vir. What was a massage anyway? And why did his rider like the idea so much?

"Very good if the person's good," T'vir confirmed with a grin. "You wouldn't be the only beneficiary, Orsamith, if Amarisha here taught me." Not by a long shot. And a massage was sounding amazing just then. T'vir closed up the anteroom to rejoin the candidate. Was this a date? Let's see...he'd invited her after lunch, to his weyr, after flirting, and now she was drinking his spirits...yes. Definitely a date.

The fact she didn't immediately start coughing and gagging had T'vir raising an eyebrow, impressed. That was strong stuff. He'd proofed it down, true, but that was certainly not wine she had just sipped with aplomb. After her second drink of the jar, T'vir deftly plucked it from her hand for his own taste. "Don't have a whole lot right now," he said as the burn warmed his throat and stomach. "The Weyrlingmasters kept Orsa and I too busy. I'll have plenty by graduation, though. Special blend for Jasper class." He tipped the jar in salute, took a sip, and started back for the interior of the weyr. "It'll make this batch look like water and is guaranteed to get even the shyest in the class a tumble in the furs," he chuckled.

Assuming they conveniently forget their new Wing duties that start the next day.

"Everyone conveniently forgets at a party!"

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The second gulp packed more of a punch than the first. Amarisha wobbled slightly but managed not to make a fool of herself by falling square on her ass--not that she wouldn’t have just laughed it off if she had fallen. She quickly blinked the world clear and relinquished the bottle to its creator as he plucked it from the rule of her fingers. “Yeah, I admit I really had no idea what I was signing up for when I agreed to come to Vaioa. I learned quick we aren’t given much free time. But I’m not complaining! Anyway, it’s just wonderful you were able to keep your trade alive, if only a little here and there! You obviously have a knack for it!..”

Her shoulders sagged slightly then as she realized she wasn’t particularly good at any one thing. She had been raised to fulfil the duties of a maid, but anyone could dust and sweep, so that didn’t count. But she was learning a lot in the Infirmary. Maybe, if she really applied herself, she could become a Healer! The thought perked her right up and she practically skipped after T’vir as he headed for the interior.


“Hope I can make that party! Assuming the mighty legion of Jaspers will allow a lowly Candidate to attend,” the girl giggled as she trotted to the bed and sat. “Get on over here, handsome!” Amarisha patted the furs beside her and smiled invitingly. “You must be exhausted after all this moving. I’ll give you a nice massage!”

When the weyrling came close Amarisha grabbed for drink in his hand. “Don’t be greedy with it, now!” She took another swig of the brew, this one more generous than the last. As the alcohol crawled down her throat she coughed and punched her chest a few times. “Gets stronger, don’t it?”
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