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Give Me One More Night; Tag; Sky's Sidhe
Topic Started: Sep 2 2015, 09:04 PM (378 Views)
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"If this is to end in fire, we will all burn together."
Spring, 1265. Second evening at Vaioa after transferring from Fort.

It hadn't taken long to realize just how different life at Vaioa would be. Different, but still good. Sure, the weyrs were smaller and much less extravagant and an endless scope of desert surrounded them, but Al'tair had few regrets. Leaving Fort hadn't exactly been his choice, of course. But, if one were to ask, he'd claim he had wanted desperately to get out of there. A lie--one of many he'd likely weave if one's conversation carried on for more than a few moments--but a harmless one laced with at least some truth.

Living among and fighting alongside those hypocrites would have been beneath us. We will be much better off here where we will be appreciated and not scorned.

“Yeah,” Al'tair replied simply, sadly. Fort had been his home, shard it. But it betrayed his morals and he'd not let himself miss it. Besides, at least here he didn't have to worry about shepherding his classmates. They were safe from the leers and venomous words. He could relax.

Trying to do just that he found himself sitting on the edge of his dragon's shelf, mind elsewhere, kicking his feet as they dangled over the edge. Their weyr was situated near the top of Vaioa's Bowl and the view he had of Rukbat's set was breathtaking. A fall from here would be lethal, but the man wasn't worried. He rarely worried. Instead, he focused on the colors in the sky and took heart. Yes. Vaioa was good.

Behind him Saulioth, The Great Bronze, rumbled and shifted on his couch. He knew his rider had more on his mind than just their new surroundings. Why don't you just go talk to her already?

“Nah,” the man breathed, digging a short fingernail into a small crevice absentmindedly. “She don't want to see me.”

The Great Bronze shook his massive head and snaked it out until it hovered next to his rider. The blue light of his eye illuminated Al'tair's face as the dragon stared at him. You say that, but this is always how it plays out.

“Huh? What are you talking about?” The bronze rider averted his gaze and ran a hand through his short hair.

You love. You fight. You ignore each other. You make up. Honestly, the cycle is boring by this point. How about we skip the rest of the ignoring each other this time. I'm sure Vexuth misses me and Sidhe might need help moving heavy furniture or something. After all, isn't it mostly your fault she ended up coming here when she didn't necessarily have to?

Al'tair blanched and hunched over a bit, taking on a rather sheepish posture. Only his dragon could ever make him feel so small. Well, Saul and Sidhe. “Yeah well, she wouldn't have been happy there. You and I both know it. Besides, if she hadn't been so stubborn I would have already helped her. I don't see why I should be the one to go crawling back to her after what she said to me.”

Saulioth made his rider jump, startled, when a blaring bellow of amusement burst forth from his gullet. You sound so much like a hatchling right now! Here's an idea: suck. It. Up. The bronze stood and snatched his rider up in one of his large paws. I've had enough of your sulking. We are going.

“Hey, what do you think you're doing?!” the man wriggled and kicked, but to no avail. His dragon's grip was gentle, but he stood no chance at freeing himself. “This is ridiculous, Saul! Put me down this instance! If she needs help she will ask for it! Until then--”

Silence! We are going and that is final! Saulioth hobbled to the edge of his ledge and opened his wings to take flight. It took him only a moment to spot lovely Vexuth. The green had been placed in a weyr a few levels below his own and slightly to the left. Using his powerful hind legs to push off, Saul shot heavily into the sky and caught the warm wind. He had to fly out a little before turning and descending toward Vex's ledge.

Evening, Vezzy, the bronze greeted, managing to land with some effort on the smaller space with his rider occupying one of his paws. You are looking well. Does the warmth agree with you?

Al'tair huffed and tapped his finger against his dragon's knuckle. “Eh hem?”

Oh, yes, I almost forgot. The Great Bronze uncurled his claws and sat his rider down.

The man wobbled and debated whether or not he should try flinging himself off the shelf in order to avoid Sidhe. But it was too late. The commotion summoned her and suddenly he didn't feel 6'6” anymore. “H- hey, Sidhe...” he said lamely and scratched the back of his head. He had a few petnames for her, but he dared not use them now. Shards, what if she pushed him off the shelf? A ridiculous thought, perhaps... or was it? He gulped.

Saulioth narrowed his blue eyes and used his tail to push his rider closer to the woman. Apologize.

“What? Me? Oh, why do you always take her side?!” Al'tair shoved his hands deep into his pants pockets and buried his chin in his chest, looking every bit a stubborn ox. His green eyes, however, couldn't help but stray to to woman's alluring form. He slowly had to admit to himself that he did miss her... Maybe I should apologize.

'Course you should.

Oh hush, you're no help. But no. He'd not apologize. Not until he heard her reception. If it was warm (fat chance) he'd give in. But if she was still in a mood, he shuttered, well, then he'd take his leave.
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Barely a day in her new home and already Sidhe was having second thoughts. She'd left Fort in a blaze of glory, one of the few non-clutching dragons to join the "mutant" ranks and leave. Even now, watching the rest of the Weyrbowl from her ledge, Sidhe spotted the very reasons Vaioa was the only home for half of her Weyrling class. The blacks and graphites, with their opalescent hides, were numerous here, dotting other ledges or zipping to and from the Water Cavern.

I'm glad we came, Vexuth told her, turning her head to look at her rider. The green had been watching Vaioa's dragons go about their business, eager to join their ranks. Yet her rider was troubled, and that took precedence over anything else. The large green nuzzled her rider, and Sidhe playfully fell onto her side, earning her an amused snort.

"I think I'm going to keep unpacking," she decided and rolled to her stomach. She pushed herself up and headed inside her new weyr. It was larger than her one in Fort. They had given her a standard green's weyr, not taking into consideration Vexuth's blue-sized frame. It had been cramped but clean cut. This weyr was rustic, but Vexuth had liked the view, smack dab in the middle of the Bowl with sights of everything important happening. They'd been able to choose, also a new experience, and this weyr was large enough for a dragon of Vexuth's size, perhaps even a larger one. And it was one of the lucky few to be low enough on the heights to boast bath access. Sure, she shared that cavern with four other weyrs--the only negative aspect compared to her private bath in Fort--but Sidhe had spent her whole life in a Weyr. Sharing a bathing chamber was not new.

But she'd not spent her whole life in this Weyr. Fort had been her home. Unpacking, she came across her riding leathers. The Fort badge would need removing. And she'd have to tie herself a knew set of knots to incorporate Vaioa's colors, not Fort's. It would have been so much sharding easier to stay. Stay where it was familiar and she knew everyone and everyone knew her... Starting over was...

You know he lives only a few levels above us, Vexuth pointed out from where she lounged in the last of the day's sun.

"I don't need to talk to him," the mindhealer retorted weakly, hanging her riding gear on the designated pegs before returning to her bags. She'd already unpacked most of her belongings, yet still her weyr looked barren. She needed color or rugs or...something.

But you're thinking about him. Vexuth stood briefly to turn around before plopping on her ledge again, tail dangling over the edge while she watched her rider busy herself in the main room. Oh come now, Sidhe. If you were a patient, what would you say?

"I'd say that hurt feelings only hurt the person feeling them."

And?

"And...that stewing those emotions only makes a problem worse."

So you're avoiding Saulioth's...why?

"Because he convinced me to leave. You helped, but..." She made a frustrated sound and threw the now-empty travel bag against the couch. Al'tair was her friend, a friend practically from birth. Sure, they'd had their flares of romance and anger, and she trusted him. When Fort made him transfer from the Weyr, that had been the last piece in her argument, the last "con" of staying in Fort despite her own excellent Wing placement. She hadn't spoken to him, not really spoken to him, in a couple of sevendays. Perhaps she should...

You'll get your chance, was the green's cryptic remark right before she bugled happily. Evening Saulioth! The warmth always agrees with me, but I could use some help warming up my new weyr, she teased good-naturedly to the large bronze, snorting when he released his rider. Guess someone didn't want to come.

The commotion did bring Sidhe from the bowels of her weyr, though her expression, while not hostile, was not exactly friendly. A cooler version of what she used with her patients.

"Al'tair," was equally cool while she kept her emotions firmly tucked inside. This was not the time to have yet another argument, yet he was here, and she always advised her patients to bring conflict into the open. Which was all well and dandy for someone who didn't mind confrontation. Sidhe happened to hate it. And he was slouching, which meant he was reluctant to be here in the first place, confirmed a moment later with his outburst toward his bronze.

"Wait, wait. My side of what?" she asked with a shake of her head. "What reason do you have to apologize?" It was a nasty trick, but her tone was genuinely curious. If this had anything to do with the transfer... Shards, Sidhe was not angry enough for that conversation.

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"If this is to end in fire, we will all burn together."
Saulioth did not pause to consider what, exactly, Vex's comment meant. Warm up the weyr? Why, obviously she needed someone to warm her. Good thing I am here then, he said, quickly stepping close to the green where he curled his muscular neck around her possessively. Her shelf was smaller than his, but the bronze would find a way snuggle no matter what. I too approve of the temperature. Perfect for cuddling. All weather was perfect for cuddling in Saul's opinion.

With his dragon distracted, Al'tair no longer had to defend against Saul's constant mental prodding. He lifted his head slightly to better assess the woman before him. Ah, wonderful, he thought, immediately recognizing her detached, cool expression. He hated to see her with her walls up. This wasn't the real Sidhe. Not the girl whom had played various roles in the majority of his life. But at least he wasn't in danger of being shoved after all. So long as she stayed stoic and he made sure to tread lightly.

“Oh, you know,” he began, taking a small step forward, “for pressuring you before. It wasn't my place to--” Wait... shard it! Al'tair groaned and set his jaw. Of all the professions, she just had to excel at mind healing! “Huh, nice try,” he grumbled, pulling his hands out of his pockets to fold his arms over his chest. Sidhe had a way of working things out of him that often unsettled the man, but even he could see through her little innocent question this time.

Oh just go with it, Saul insisted, still trying to find a comfortable way to lie with the green.

Pfft, no. I'm not one of her patience. But his reply lacked resolve. Perhaps the transfer feud had gone on quite long enough? Either way, he was mentally and physically tired. Moving away from Fort hadn't been easy. Al'tair sighed and wondered if his friend felt the same way. “Anyway, I guess it doesn't really matter. You moved in okay?” If he could change the subject perhaps neither of them would have to apologize and this fight could join countless others on the back burner of their relationship. “Need me to, uh, move anything?”
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When he started talking, Al'tair made it clear that he had stepped into Sidhe's word trap. His step forward made her lift her chin slightly, expectantly, but he caught himself and she couldn't help but smirk. Ah yes. Of anyone, Al'tair would be able to see through her tricks. They were valid mindhealing techniques, but knowing how the human mind worked gave her quite a few unfair advantages in conversation. Except his defensiveness erased her smirk, and she sighed.

You mean pressuring me to leave my home? To follow you because you were forced out? The words remained on her tongue, though, unspoken. She didn't want to brook the argument, didn't want that conflict. Not when they were both so unfamiliar with their surroundings and their places. His easy dismissal of the conflict annoyed her, but she didn't mention it. Instead, she folded her arms across her chest and turned to head back into her weyr, tilting her head to invite him to follow.

"I'm settling in just fine," she answered, quickly picking up her empty satchels and hanging them with her riding straps. There, at least the main room wasn't a total mess. "Just finished unpacking when you arrived. And no, I don't need your masculine strength to move furniture," she gave him another smirk, feeling her guards fall away now that conflict wasn't imminent.

"Can I get you some klah? I have some brewing already," she offered, running a hand through her hair and finding the mugs she'd packed with her. They weren't fancy, but Sidhe prided herself on making those with her comfortable. Not that she was always comfortable with them, but it was easier to be at ease with Al'tair. "How are you settling in? Spotted any tanned desert women to chase?"

When her rider headed farther inside, Vexuth had more room to move and let Saulioth get more comfortable. Sure, the weyr might have been designed for a grey or small brown, but Saulioth was the size of a couple golds. Still, she appreciated him curling up with her and crooned affectionately. And we have a fantastic view of the sunset. The large green shifted so she was tucked just so against Saulioth's size and draped her neck over his.

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"If this is to end in fire, we will all burn together."
There were words on Sidhe’s tongue, likely venomous, but there they would apparently stay. Al’tair was thankful for that. It seemed she wasn’t interested in prolonging their squabble either. Instead of venting, which might have been the healthy option, Shards if I know, the woman folded her arms to mirror Al’tair’s self-justifying stance. Then she invited him in with a small gesture. Before following, the man took a breath.

“Aww, you didn’t have to clean for me,” he teased and attempted a light-hearted chuckle as Sidhe picked up a few things. He was still tense, though trying hard not to be, as he shuffled in behind her. He was glad to hear she was settling in well. If he had found her unhappy the guilt would have been substantial, perhaps unbearable.

His grin broadened and Al’tair untangled his arms to flex them. Her jest helped relax him and his resulting laugh was far more genuine than the first. “Well, if that changes, these bad boys will be ready!” His voice had purposefully dropped an octave as he finished treating Sidhe to a private muscle show. “I wouldn’t want you breaking a nail trying to wrestle that couch into place.” The man gestured ominously toward the couch then snickered, amused with himself. Though, in truth, he knew Sidhe was a rather capable woman. She was strong and could hold her own against most opponents. And suddenly Al’tair had a desire to wrestle with her.

“Yeah, I’ll take some klah,” he answered, watching with interest as she ran a hand through her luscious hair.

Biting his lip, he stifled his wants and pondered how to answer her next questions. “Hard to feel settled yet, y’know?” he replied honestly, strolling to the couch to plop down contentedly. He leaned back and let his long legs spread out comfortably as his arms did the same over the back of the sofa. His next reply would be less honest, but he felt it would make him seem more desirable. “And yeah. I’ve got a few dates lined up. Nothing serious, of course. But jays, let me tell you though, these desert gal’s got eyes for bronzers like me.” He casually rolled his neck to crack it, acting as if he was completely unsurprised by his statement. “Yeah I figure I better give em what they want. It wouldn’t do for me to cause a riot. Yep. Better appease em.” One of his eyebrows was slightly higher than the other as he glanced toward Sidhe curiously. She didn’t always fall for his lies, just like he didn’t always fall for her word traps, but he was nothing if not good at stretching the truth. Perhaps she’d believe him. With any luck she’d be spurred to action. “I could always brush them off though… if something else came up.”

Saulioth rumbled, exasperated, and spared a moment to coach his rider as he cuddled with the lovely green. You’re so transparent. You need to be subtle. Like me.

Subtle? You? Right. That’ll be the day.

Better than you trying to act all suave. I’ve got what I wanted, he curled his long tail around Vexuth’s haunch, while you are still floundering. We wouldn’t even be here if not for me.

The man rolled his eyes, wanting to comment on how Vexuth and he were siblings, but knew that sort of thing did not matter to dragons, so said nothing.

The sunset is nice. The gold makes me think of your lovely toes and snout. The bronze spread his larger paw gently over Vex’s and twisted his neck to press his cheek against hers. I see a bright future for us here. Soon we should fly out over the sands to see what we can see. Exploring with you would be a delight.
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Sidhe smirked and tossed a pillow at Al'tair. Clean for him. Sure. That's what she was doing. She was tidying up because she liked things tidy. No other reason. Didn't matter at all that her weyr had spent the entire day in a state of disorder, but then again she'd been unpacking and trying to get herself organized. That was her story and she was sticking to it. Al'tair being a sarcastic git be scorched.

"If I didn't break a nail the last time I wrestled you, I won't break one dragging a couch to a different spot," she decided to return the jab. Even if it wasn't really a jab. She'd left her fair share of scratches down the man's shoulders, even if it was strange thinking about him in terms of 'man' after growing up with him. He was still a boy in many respects, as his flexing proved admirably.

Doesn't mean you don't dislike it, Vexuth was quick to point out. You fall for posturing just as much as I do.

Do? You haven't even Risen yet.

Doesn't mean I don't admire the handsome males when they preen for me.

You do plenty of preening yourself, she chuckled and went to pull the kettle from the fire. It was piping hot as she brought it back and poured the black stimulating drink into two mugs. Setting a thick cloth down, she put the pot on the table and went to fetch sugar and spices from the cabinet. Could easily tell her priorities since her tea and klah supplies had been the first things to find homes in her new weyr.

When Al'tair went into his supposed prospects, Sidhe merely leaned backward to see passed the cabinet's door and raised a brow. Oh really. Already women clambering for him. And he'd been here...how long? Sidhe kept her thoughts to herself, even if they were plainly visible on her face. Which was why she went back to finding the spices she knew he liked in his klah. Even knowing he was most likely exaggerating didn't stop the sharding feeling of jealousy twisting her gut. They'd always had an on-again-off-again kind of relationship, mostly due to the fact they knew each other so well. Rather than play into her own jealousy though...

"Well don't let me stop you," she casually remarked while returning to the sitting area and preparing the two mugs in their preferred fashions. She handed Al'tair his and sat next to him on the couch, but facing him and drawing her leg up to rest her hands on her knee. He'd have to work to draw her in. "What's one woman compared to the hoard? Good chance for you to prove your virility," she tossed and hid her smirk behind her mug, taking a sip.

You've settled in quite nicely.

Enjoy your own male.

Which Vexuth had every intention of doing. She crooned deep in her chest when Saulioth pressed his cheek to hers and curled her tail over the end of his. She might be a massive green, but he was a massive bronze, easily the size of the queens she'd seen in Vaioa so far. Hide your nose and wing edges and you could hide in that sand, she teased affectionately, nudging his muzzle. Once we get settled, I'd love to fly out there. So different from the mountains and much better sunning.

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The pillow smacked Al’tair right in the face. He groaned, playing along as if it hurt, but then quickly shoved it behind his head smiling. “Why thank you!” he chirped, now acting as if it had been her intention to make him more comfortable with the cushy prop. “Mmm, it smells like you. How nice. I might just keep this one!”

You are way too goofy.

Wrong. I am the perfect amount of goofy.

Wrong. Any amount of goofy is too goofy.

Al’tair rolled his eyes at his dragon’s remark then listened to the girl. “Eh, sweetheart, you didn’t break a nail because I took it easy on you. As always. This couch,” he slapped the back of the furniture with his palm, “might not be as gentle as me. Vaioan things are rougher than what you're used to.” Or… was this the couch from her old place? He could just imagine her bringing along such a thing. Women.

Al’tair accepted his klah with a sheepish grin. It was obvious to him that she was skeptical of his claim, but she didn’t call him out. Instead she encouraged him and told him not to let her get in the way. His face soured slightly as he took a sip of klah. Oh, you’re good, he thought, pondering her question. What’s one woman compared to the (imaginary) hoard?

Saulioth snorted. Stupid question. Even if there was a hoard, Sidhe would out value them all.

Al’tair nodded, acknowledging the fact that this life-long friend had always been there for him. Shards, she even knew exactly how to spice klah to his liking. These things and many more made her outshine other woman in his eyes.

After a few moments of silence, the man finally thought up a reply. He swallowed his most recent sip of klah and smirked a bit. “C’mon now, you know full well I have nothing to prove in that department.” He winked and laughed, running a hand through his hair. “Sometimes it is best to let the ladies wonder. Maybe I’ll tell them you and I used to be a thing so they come to you with questions. But then I’d worry… would you talk me up or down?”

It’s true, Saulioth replied to the green, rumbling with amusement. I’d blend quite well with the sands of this land. One might say I was meant to dwell here. The male pressed his muzzle back against Vex’s and crooned. I’m glad you were able to convince your rider to come along. This home would feel much less full without you both here. Tell me, do you believe she will adjust soon? Or might it take time for her to warm up to the desert?
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Just like him. Turn an attack into a gift. As if he didn't have a scarf of hers already. Did he use it as a good luck charm during 'Fall? Sidhe would. And never admit it. At least for now. She rolled her eyes at him and sipped her klah. "Ah yes, and what would you tell your macho wingmates if they ever saw a lacy pillow in your furs? Ruin your whole reputation."

As if you haven't tried before.

I try at least once a sevenday.


I know. Good thing he has a good sense of humor.

I wouldn't like him without one.


You'd still spend the night with him.

Glad you have such high opinion of my standards.


Considering the private, mental conversation, Al'tair somehow had impeccable timing with his comment. Sidhe nearly choked on her klah but managed to swallow it before she made too big a fool of herself. She could remember quite a few times were 'gentle' was not the word she'd use to describe Al'tair. Then again, she hadn't been very gentle either. Then again... Shards, her mind should not be going down that path. She was still mad at him.

Right?

"Mmm perhaps I should test that for myself," she said with a raised brow, hiding her desire to grin by taking a sip. Couldn't let him know that it was a joke. Not that he wouldn't figure that out, but word games with Al'tair could be fun. "If Vaioa really is rougher than Fort, you might not live up to their expectations." Her eyes glinted with mischief and humor as she settled more comfortably into her seat. Al'tair had yet to make a move, but they were still playing. Would she be disappointed if he stayed put? Maybe a bit. All this talk of desert women was, despite her best efforts, making her a bit envious.

"I'm hurt, Al'tair," she replied with mock offense. "Why would I ever sing anything but your praises?" Oh yeah, she laid the sarcasm on thick. "What kind of woman do you take me for?"

Vexuth could have made a very nasty comment in reply to Saulioth's. Something about Fort kicking them out and how they should have been hatched on Vaioan sands instead and avoided the whole mess that their Weyrling training and transfers had been. But she held her tongue, not wanting to ruin the moment. Her Sidhe was still very bitter about having to leave her home when, truly, she hadn't been forced out like the others. It'll take her time, but she'll come around, the green said confidently, leaning into Saulioth comfortably. She wouldn't have come had she not, deep down, known it was the right thing to do. It's just taking her a bit to...mourn, I guess. Fort was her home. Vaioa is far different from there, and she feels out of place. Is your rider adjusting well?

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Al’tair laughed heartily, a booming sound. “Ah, Sidhe you amuse me. It’d take a lot more than a little lacy pillow to ruin my reputation!” the man boasted, glancing to the ceiling as if to gaze upon the suggested scene. “If a wingmate dared to snicker, I’d just explain to them that a certain woman forgot it the night before. That or I’d lock his head under my arm, punch him a few times. Either way, I think my reputation would only be safe.”

With his following comment the woman actually choked a little. This made him smirk as he watched her recompose herself. Perhaps he had her right where he wanted her after all.

Nope.

The man narrowed his eyes when she spoke on how she ought to test things out herself. That tone, he grumbled privately. It was the confident tone she used often in these situations. The stubborn ring behind her words was clear to Al’tair and he knew without a doubt if things were to be resolved tonight he would need to be the one to cave in. That or she was playing. Which was also very possible--shards, guess there was a doubt after all.

“You wound me,” he said, clutching at his heart with his free hand and frowning slightly. “No land is rougher than I, Al’tair! I’ll show this Vaioa what a real bronzer is meant to be. Just you watch.”

The man paused and threw back his head to finish off the last of his klah as Sidhe spoke again. His was quiet but his movements were swift and soon he sat the empty mug down on the nearest available surface. Then he was scooting closer to Sidhe, stopping only an inch away. His torso was turned toward her, one arm draped over the back of the couch. Green eyes were intense and inviting as he smiled at her, a wolf hungry for lamb. He wanted to say he saw desire rippling in the pools of her blue-gray eyes. “What kind of woman do I take you for? The kind who isn’t satisfied sitting by the sidelines watching. So we can stop playing these games you love so much. Y’know, see if tonight turns into something, why not?”

Saulioth was surprised by his rider’s sudden advancement. Shells, he was pretty sure the man himself was surprised. It was as if he had briefly lost all self-control. It wouldn’t have been the first time. At any rate, the bronze let Al’tair’s want soak his porous mind until he could hardly even hear what the female beside him was saying. Hmm? Oh, yes, yes. Mine is acclimating fine. It wasn’t exactly an honest answer, but it was quicker than iterating how much the man had struggled to accept the fact that his home had kicked him out.

The bronze lifted a wing and curled it over the smaller female to envelope and pull her even closer. He knew Vex had not risen yet, and almost wished that would change right now. But such things could not be forced and he would have to simply enjoy lying with her. With any luck, Mine can help Your’s learn to love it here.
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She'd always liked his laugh. Shamelessly loud and boisterous, Al'tair's laugh was as bold as he was. Sure, the man could certainly get under Sidhe's skin, often in ways only he could and for the oddest reasons, but he'd always had an honest laugh, if not an honest tongue.

And he knew when to be suspicious. His eyes narrowed, and she returned his gaze calmly. Innocently. Almost. She couldn't manage the harmless look around him, not with her guards down--definitely not with them up either--but, hey, a girl could try, right? Besides, how was he to know whether or not she'd sample what Vaioa had to offer? They'd never been exclusive--as far as she knew, anyway--and she couldn't help that little bit of sadistic glee from making him even the slightest bit jealous or possessive or envious. She simply raised a brow in comment and let him draw his own conclusions, hiding her smirk behind her klah.

She laughed; him wounded? Not his pride, surely. That was practically indestructible, and impressing a bronze had strengthened it. "When that happens, be sure to let me know. I'd hate to miss it," she countered, failing to suppress her grin. Teasing him was fun. They'd done it all their lives. Sure, it had angered her at first, when they'd been very young, but somewhere along the way, it had turned affectionate. It was why she could never be totally aloof around him, and even her best attempts at distance failed eventually. Al'tair let her relax.

The sudden change in the bronzerider shouldn't have come as a surprise, yet it did. Was his dragon preparing to chase a female perhaps? She tilted her head to listen with interest but kept her knee firmly between them, coyly keeping her distance. Sometimes it was enjoyable to be pursued, others to pursue. This evening, Sidhe had the distinct feeling she was the prey in the situation, but that didn't make her meek. Al'tair was a worthy chaser. She set her klah aside, only half drunk, but she didn't need the rest of the stimulant, not with the look he gave her.

Still, she wasn't ready to give up the game entirely.

"Hmm I do believe this desert sun has already gotten to you," she murmured and lightly touched his forehead with the back of her hand, much like she'd do to take a temperature. Not to touch him, no.

And why shouldn't you touch him? He makes you happy, Vexuth interrupted at an inopportune time.

I intend to do plenty of touching, she promised her dragon and herself.

"I wonder what could have overheated you so soon," her voice dipped into the sultry lilt she knew he loved, and she hoped the momentary conversation with her dragon hadn't broken the spell. "Maybe you should spend some time on the sidelines . It's really quite nice."

Vexuth didn't find it at all odd that her rider wanted Saulioth's to chase her. He was a handsome bronze who had picked a strong rider, and they were good friends. Very good friends. Sidhe had many pleasant memories of him. Some not so pleasant, but those were easy to forget. The green had not understood some of the more heated memories until after she'd matured and started to notice just how handsome males were.

Handsome males like Saulioth, who currently had her complete attention, and she his. As it should be.

It won't take luck, the green counted, allowing herself to be pulled close and enjoy the big bronze's company. She nestled against his flank and draped her tail beside his. But your rider won't need luck. He never has with Sidhe.

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