Logs:After Graduation
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| RL Date: 10 September, 2007 |
| Who: N'thei |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Vignette |
| When: Day 10, Month 9, Turn 13 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: Satiet/Mentions |
| N'thei slipped out into the cool night air, felt it hit his face pleasantly after his long sojourn in the cavern. With a quick pinch of his fingers, he loosened the collar of his shirt and unbuttoned his vest, allowed still more air to his torso. Gleaming through the dark bowl, Wyaeth's eyes turned to greet him, then the bronze's rumbling voice. « Worth it? » Not really. I wish I'd skipped it. N'thei could feel a chuckle from Wyaeth's mind, and he returned the sentiment while he strode the short distance to meet his dragon. « But you danced with her. » Wyaeth surprised his rider by supplying a fuzzy image of Satiet in yellow. What's this? We aren't using /her/ name? Why not? You use everyone else's. Grudgingly, to prove some point; « Satiet. » N'thei let it go for now, thoughts turned inward while he started them to the ledge. They landed, he dismounted, and he was just heading into the inner weyr when Wyaeth surprised him once again; « So what's in the box? » Though he thought about just putting the question out of mind, waiting until Wyaeth was asleep to open it, he turned and took a quiet look at the lean, sparsely muscled bronze lowering into the couch, and he felt a momentary surge of desire to please his temperamental lifemate. Tilting the box so moonlight could suffuse its interior, he flipped the lid. This time, their humor was simultaneous. « A ring? » A ring. They agreed it was a very nice ring, certainly something to be worn with pride by the ring-wearing type. « Wanna bet A'son wears his? » I ain't the gambling type. Wyaeth's amusement followed him to the inner weyr. Some hours later, while he lay in bed with his own thoughts, reminiscing about the evening, N'thei received a parting comment from his drowsing dragon; « You shoulda kissed her. » |
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