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|who=Farideh
|what=Farideh and Roszadyth's middle of the night oiling comes with love affirmations.
|where=Weyrling Barracks, High Reaches Weyr
|day=25
|month=7
|turn=37
|IP=Interval
|IP2=10
|gamedate=2015.04.19
|quote=I do love you so.
|type=Vignette
|icons-new=Icon farideh short.png, Icon farideh roszadyth young.png,
|log=After all of the excitement and fumbling confusion, after alleviating Roszadyth of her desperate hunger, there came ‘’true’’ exhaustion. Both gold and weyrling were frazzled, their now-intertwined minds too drained to probe, too emotionally peaked to ‘’test’’. It wasn’t long before they both submitted to slumber, with the chubby gold succumbing first and Farideh, barely keeping her eyes open, listened in for the first time to the fretless dreams of a baby dragon. This was the soundtrack that put her to sleep, of the soft burble and breeze that was her lifemate’s mind.

In the early morning hours, before Rukbat’s light had broken the horizon, fingers gently brushed against Farideh’s cheek. She waved them off and mumbled in her sleep, unable to as yet drag herself from the depths of dreamlessness. Again, lightly, like a feather, those fingers grazed, and the brunette tossed on her cot. “Not ‘’yet’’,” she groaned to ‘’whomever’’ was rude enough to intrude. A third time, they caressed, but their feel was less tangible, of gossamer fabric slipping against her mind.

She sat up then, eyes wide in the dark, her breathing starting to become ragged in terror, as she tried to blink away sleep, to see beyond the darkness in front of her eyes.

Then she ‘’remembered’’.

Roszadyth. ‘’Her’’ Roszadyth.

Slowly, she acclimated, and the shapes of the other cots in the room, and those of the other dragons on their couches, became more visible. Her head turned, to the side, where the petite gold was waiting with intent, whirling eyes.

She ‘’felt’’ that Roszadyth didn’t want to intrude, didn’t want to cause undue ‘’alarm’’, and was starting to become concerned for Farideh’s confusion.

“Roszadyth,” she said aloud, not for the first time, and felt for sure the subtleness of sun-dappled curtains that denoted the gold’s presence, that sugary sweet smell that was all ‘’hers’’-- ‘’theirs’’. Where one ended, the other began, and so armed, alarm flowed into peace.

<< I am sorry to worry you. You shan’t, ever again, >> she promised, needlessly.

Farideh’s bare feet hit the floor then, and she moved slowly to the gold’s side, to cradle that narrow head of hers, with the innocent eyes and pale hide. “No, ‘’I’m’’ sorry,” was just as sincere.

<< What is this ‘’terrible’’ feeling? >>

And suddenly Farideh ‘’felt’’ the itchiness, like it was just under her own skin.

“You’re--" She frowned.

‘’How’’ did one describe itching to a dragon? Biting on her lip, she pulled away, long enough to stumble through the dark to seek out the oil buckets and paddles. She returned, hands full, and set to work, quickly, sloppily, trying to lessen the itching between Roszadyth’s talons.

Content flooded her mind once she had hit the sweet spot on the gold’s paw, and a whimsical note followed, spared only for ‘’her’’ chosen one.

<< I do love you so. >>

It took all of Farideh’s strength to talk beyond the emotion she suddenly found choking her voice, muddling her thoughts. Her eyes lifted to meet the gold’s whirling gaze and locked; they were of the one mind, now. “I can’t imagine loving anymore more,” she whispered, but she ‘’knew’’, as she felt, that Roszadyth had heard, wrapping Farideh in the sunny warmth of her affection.
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 It took all of Farideh’s strength to talk beyond the emotion she suddenly found choking her voice, muddling her thoughts. Her eyes lifted to meet the gold’s whirling gaze and locked; they were of the one mind, now.  “I can’t imagine loving anymore more,” she whispered, but she ‘’knew’’, as she felt, that Roszadyth had heard, wrapping Farideh in the sunny warmth of her affection.
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