Forever Young [S'rico]

[Cait]

T'ren
3079.01.01 | Sunvoiath's Weyr & Outdoor Market | Early to Late Morning

Even after several turns spent on the Southern Continent, Rekkora wasn't used to turnover day dawning hot and muggy rather than crisp and clear-skied as it did in the North. She was, however, getting used to waking up to a particularly grumpy dragonrider. No matter how early she woke, though, he always seemed to be awake before her. It was a source of mild annoyance as she would like to, just once, wake before him and watch him wake up as he did with her every morning. The annoyance never lingered though, quickly washes away by contentment and affection as she yawned and snuggled closer to her dragonman. The festivities at the Weyr had gone late into the night but the pair hadn't been inclined to stick it out to the end. Rekkora, despite being a social creature and more than content to mingle with the crowd, knew that her mate was not and had retired early declaring for all to hear that she was exhausted. Let the merrymakers think what they liked, but did not regret leaving the party early to spend the rest of the night in the company of her man.

Smiling, her eyes bright with mirth, Rekkora reached up to run her fingers through the longer bits of S'rico's hair, making it stand on end and giggling sleepily before a yawn cut the sound short. "Happy turnover, Grumblebum." Her smile became slightly cheeky as she used one of her particularly favorite pet names for her mate. She didn't use it in public because it wasn't particularly dignified, but they were in the safety of their weyr so all bets were off. With another yawn she rolled onto her back and stretched as far as she could, toes pointed and arms stretched above her head. She held the stretch until her calf muscles threatened to cramp then went limp, sinking into the furs with a content sigh.

"We should do something today. Just the two of us. No duties, no meetings, no dragons. Just us." She turned her head, her expression earnest and determined. So much of her time since she'd been able to stand had been spent worrying about impressing and since she'd impressed all she'd done was worry about how people viewed her or her duties or if she actually was destined to be like the first abyss rider and bring about chaos. Even if it was for a day, she wanted to pretend that she was a normal girl in love with a normal boy and do something fun for Turnover Day. She'd never trade Sunvoiath for anything in the world, but just for a day she wouldn't mind people not even looking twice at her. It was a strange thought to have for someone who was so particular about her appearance and planned every detail to draw and capture the attention of those around her.

[T'ren]

Cait


Dawnlight had cracked and S'rico stirred in the furs until his hand reached the familiar warm skin of his beloved bed partner. He rubbed his eyes, then ran his fingers through his messy bed head before turning over and giving his old bones a good stretch. It was early enough yet he wouldn't wake Rekkora..not yet. The introvert in him was still mentally exhausted from being social the evening before, though he had fun doing such things exhausted the kingrider and he couldn't be arsed to care about much the following day. His queen stirred beside him and he turned to her with a soft smile pulling at his lips.


"Mmm." S'rico let out a contented purr as Rekkora ran her fingers through is hair, peeking an eye open when she giggled at him. "Yes?" He spoke his voice still raspy from sleep. Grumblebum. He chuckled, used to the pet name she'd adorned him with by now. "Happy turnover to you, gorgeous." He said with a sleepy half smile, turning to perch himself on his elbow as she stretched out under their furs.


"I'll give you something to do." He said with laughter in his voice and mischief in his eyes. "But yes, going to do something together sounds like a lovely idea. Do you have anything in mind?" He answered her, rolling back to his back and letting out a content sigh. To be able to go out with no duties with Rekkora was something that S'rico hadn't done in sometime, and though he might not have voiced it he was thrilled by the thought. No one needed him today except her, and he was perfectly fine with that. He gave another lazy stretch before crawling from under the furs, sitting on the side of their bed and reaching for his riding pants.

[Cait]

T'ren

Though her cheeks colored at his suggestive tone, her lips parted in a grin and an answering glint of mischief sparkled in her eyes. Oh, there was still time in the day for such things and certainly much to do. She even had half a mind to drag the furs over their heads and revisit the conversation in a candlemark or two, but the moment passed and her excitement for a day of being normal young people was far too enticing. Rolling onto her stomach beside him, she pushed herself up until she was sitting on her knees, her hip pressed to his side as she sat on her heels. "I was thinking we could go to the market. They always have so many vendors and the food is amazing. We could dance...if you want, of course. We could just be...be." Her hands lifted as she shrugged then landed in her lap again as she watched S'rico stretch then roll to sit at the edge of the bed.

Shoving the furs back, she crawled up behind him and latched on, wrapping her arms around his neck from behind and draping herself against his back. "No riding gear, you. But I'll let you pick out our clothes this time. What do you think of that?" It was somewhat of a big deal, relinquishing control over how they looked, but she was in a good mood and willing to be reasonable this once. "We could go in disguise! Should we have disguise names?" Going in disguise would take a bit more than letting S'rico dress her, though. She was well enough known at the holds nearby since the war had begun that even without Sunvoiath there to point out her presence, she could potentially be noticed for who she was. She wasn't sure how she felt about that. Resting her chin on her dragonman's shoulder, she scowled at nothing in particular.

"What do you think, love?"

[T'ren]

Cait

A grumble in his stomach told him saying yes to the market was in his best interests, amazing food was at the top of his favorites list. "Sounds lovely, honestly." He sat and pondered for a moment, letting out a soft mmm of contentment as she latched herself onto his back. The warmth from her skin felt so pleasant against his, and it never got old..he looked forward to her touch just as much now as he had when this was no more than a thought in his mind.


"Oh man." He let out a sigh when Rekkora announced no riding pants. Normal trousers just didn't do it for him..not in his opinion. "Oh love..that's a....horrible idea. You know I'd never dress us to your standards." S'rico laughed, shaking his head at the thought. "Besides, I can't complain for the way you dress me..it always works and in the end I'm comfortable." He shrugged, reaching his hands up to her arms and running her coarse calloused hands across her soft skin. Comforting. "BUT, if it's a disguise you want..I could always wear a dress..that would be quite the disguise indeed." He laughed. "I can be S'kkora and you can be Rerico? R'ico and Sekkora?" Tears welled in his eyes as he continued to laugh, that was a horribly silly thought and a bad mash of their names together. "No..that'll never do. Not convincing enough."


He leaned his head against hers when she rested hers on his shoulder, trying to stiffle his laughter enough to think. "The idea sounds lovely, however. We can do whatever you'd like today my queen." He answered her, brow furrowing as he thought. "Dress casual..not flashy. Perhaps no one would even pick us out of a crowd." Though the chances were slim on that, the idea wasn't half bad.

[Cait]

Delighted that he seemed to be on board with her idea for the day, Rekkora turned her head and pressed a kiss below S’rico’s ear, chuckling as he groaned over her mandate. He always fussed when she wouldn’t allow him to dress himself but it was never meant in earnest. For a stubborn and often times grumpy dragonrider, he was rather agreeable when it came to her and the young woman couldn’t help but feel a little rush of contentment at the thought that if she wanted to, she’d likely have only to ask anything of S’rico and he’d bend to her will. While she typically enjoyed such things, she had no need to bend her mate to her will. If she needed something he provided, if he needed something she made sure he had it; emotional, physical or material, neither was left wanting in their relationship.



”Are you saying you don’t think I can dress down for a day? That I’m too fussy to wear what you pick out?” There was a hint of challenge in her voice as she rolled her head to the side to study S’rico’s profile. True, most of the time the man was hopeless when it came to dressing himself; he’d wear the same clothing everyday if she let him, but it had been a few turns now so she would like to think he’d picked up a thing or two. Besides, she trusted him soul deep, surely she could handle him dressing her in a less than desirable outfit for a day, right? As she was contemplating what he might dress her in, he began to stroke her arm and she relaxed even further against him until she was melded completely to the contours of his back, her eyes closing. His touch was always so comforting. Though when he made his own suggestion for disguises, her eyes popped open and her nose wrinkled.



”S’rico Talisto, if you ruin one of my gowns I’ll…” But he was laughing and as he continued with his plan, getting ever more ridiculous, Rekkora couldn’t help but laugh as well. His idea for names was absolutely atrocious. She’d been thinking more along the lines of assuming other names entirely but his inept mashing of their names was rather comical. Sighing as he leaned his head against hers, the queenrider tightened her grip around his shoulders slightly. ”Because I’m feeling so magnanimous today, I’ll let you choose your own clothes…just not riding gear. I have a gown that can withstand whatever choice you make.” Turning her head, she planted a slew of rapid-fire kisses on his cheek then pushed up so she was standing behind him, hands braced on his shoulders before hopping down and padding into the bathing room to perform her morning routine.

[T'ren]

"Me? Oh never. I'm sure you can dress down for a day. But how far down..surely I'd never catch you in anything drab and droopy." He knew full well her dressing down was most peoples dressing up, which was fine by him. The style and grace that Rekkora had was simply magnificent and something S'rico truly admired about her. Though she was stunning regardless of what she wore, and he tried to make sure she knew that every chance he got. "And darling I'd never in all my Turns call you fussy." Picky, sometimes, maybe. But never fussy. As she conformed to him, contently strewn across the sinewed shape of his back, the fleeting thought of not even leaving their weyr briefly crossed his mind. The bronze-crimson rider knew his mate was much too excited to go out to even announce the idea of just melting together in their furs, so S'rico pushed that thought to the corner for now. Perhaps they'd revisit it later.


Laughter poured from S'rico, Rekkora so disgruntled by him mentioning dressing in one of her gowns. Oh he'd never dare to think to ruin such an important part of the woman he loved, and besides, they would always look much more stunning on her in the first place. "Oh my dear one I'd never dream of ruining one of your gowns." He replied, shaking his head.


"Ooh goodie, you mean it?" S'rico responded in an excited tone, though he didn't mind Rekkora dressing him..and honestly it was a lot less stressful that way. He'd have to find himself a nice pair of trousers and a tunic to wear on their adventure, something to impress her with.


A grin formed on his face from her burst of kisses on his cheek, and he sighed contentedly as she padded to the bathing quarters. I'm a lucky man. He found himself thinking, That you are. Came a voice from the back of his mind, making him nearly jump out of his skin. He grinned at the thought, standing up and giving his thirty turn old bones another good stretch.


He turned to their bed, taking the furs and pulling them back up the bed and flattening them out to a less disheveled state before padding over to sort through his clothing.
He'd ended up with an off bronze colored tunic, and a darker pair of trousers that he thought complimented one another rather well. S'rico ran his fingers through his hair before making his way to the bathing room to ask Rekkora her opinion.


Sheepishly poking his head in the doorway, he stood and admired her for a moment before quietly asking. "How's this?" A crooked smile on his scruffy face.

[Cait]

As Rekkora tended to her morning ablutions, she pondered what S’rico might wear. She doubted he would pick anything terrible unless he was trying to rile her. A smile curled on her lips as she rubbed a smoothing hair oil onto her hands then began to comb her fingers through her hair, making it shine like pale gold. She truly was lucky to have found S’rico when he’d transferred to Rainbow Mists. The thought of him having latched on to one of the other queen riders made her brow furrow. Renty or Artemis might have been equally as appealing to him if he’d met either of them first.

Lips pursed, she stared at herself in the polished metal mirror and sighed. She was being silly. S’rico was hers. He was devoted to her and she didn’t see that changing. Mostly because she was just as equally as smitten with the anti-social dragonman as he seemed to be with her. Still, every now and then the thoughts cropped up, the what ifs. For a woman who came across as infinitely confident in everything about herself, she had some very serious insecurities about herself that she was working through. Mostly just her capabilities as a queenrider and the desirability of her true self versus the woman she presented to the world.

Setting about braiding her hair in a simpler style that would keep her hair out of her face, her brooding was interrupted as her mate poked his head through the doorway and spoke. Blinking her expression smoothing out, she turned, entirely comfortable in his presence and finished braiding and pinning back her hair while she surveyed his clothing choices. ”Very handsome; turn?” She lifted a hand and twirled her finger in the air.

Already her mind was deciding how she could match his choice and she had to forcefully stop it. Normal young lovers didn’t match their outfits, did they? Stepping forward, she smoothed her hands over S’rico’s shoulders and pulled out any wrinkles before nodding and giving his rump a little pat with a grin. ”You did good, love. Now you get to pick for me.”

[T'ren]

It didn't matter much that they'd been together for a while, or that he was used to her routine to get ready, S'rico was still enamored by this queen rider. He admired her from the doorway as she continued to fix her hair before turning to him.

S'rico smirked as his lady asked him to turn, and with the flick of her finger in the air, he slowly spun in a circle, pausing to show off his backside and turning back to her. "Glad you think so, love." He responded with a grin.

He snaked his arms around her as she ran her hands across his shoulders, unfazed by the pat on the arse..shards by now he was more used to that than he cared to admit. And he didn't care, he was hers, all of him. S'rico's hands stopped at Rekkora's waist, holding her close for a moment and leaning to kiss her softly.

"My turn, eh?" His brow furrowed for a moment as he thought. Wondering just what he could dress her in that would fit their date. Surely she'd look gorgeous in anything he'd pull out. But they needed to fit in, so it needed to be sweet and simple. S'rico turned on his heel to go rummage through her garments, running his fingers over fabrics and letting out an audible "Hmmm.." As he went along.

A few moments went by before he was satisfied with his choice, he only hoped she would be, too. "Not like this was easy, you have very little in the casual department darling." He sighed, "But as your personal stylist, this is the best I came up with. You'll look stunning in it, just as you do everything." S'rico held up a pair of darker form fitting trousers, perfect for viewing all of her assets, and a flowy top, more of a cream in color to, in his opinion, perfectly match him.

[Cait]

Giggling at his little show, Rekkora rose up on her toes as his arms came around her and leaned into the kiss. It was short and sweet and let her hands linger on his shoulders, watching his expression fluctuate as he contemplated having to dress her. It really was adorable, him being so concerned over his choice. As he turned to go sift through her collection which was significantly larger than his own, Rekkora turned back to the mirror and contemplated her makeup. She usually stained her lips and cheeks a bit and lined her eyes to make them stand out a bit more, but if she was going to go in disguise, it was probably better that she didn’t draw attention to herself with such things.

Turning back around, S’rico was in the doorway holding up a pair of trousers that she knew to be slightly snug. Typically she wore them under the split skirt riding gowns that Korvalia had given her the design for. She couldn’t recall ever having worn them on their own. But as far as color and design, she couldn’t fault his choices. They might not have been her first choice or even meant to go together but the top was lovely and wouldn’t clash with either her trousers or his clothing.

”You always know how to stroke my vanity. For that, I’ll let you wear your boots.” Grinning, she sauntered past him and plucked the chosen outfit from his hands and made her way back into the sleeping area, her bare toes curling on the rug as she laid out he clothing at the end of the bed and contemplated it for a moment before picking up the top and shaking out the wrinkles before pulling it over her head. She was small enough in the chest department that she could get away with not binding her breasts in loose tops and since the idea was to be free of their usual constraints, she thought she’d carry that over into her clothing as well. Shaking out the trousers next, she stepped into them and then began the process of shimming and jumping and tugging until they slid over her hips and were fastened. The hem of her blouse tucked in with the loose bits left to drape over the waistline of her trousers. Turning around she held her hands out to either side and smiled up at S’rico. ”Do I look alright?”

[T'ren]

S'rico gave Rekkora a grin, being allowed to wear his boots was always a thrilling thing. Few other variations of shoes fit as comfortably as his riding boots..and he felt so out of place in anything but boots. They were good and sturdy, nice and broken in from turns of working in them and he took great care of them. He turned to watch her as she made her way back to the sleeping quarters, carrying her freshly picked outfit.


Was his choice in her clothing practical? Probably not exactly..not in some peoples standards. It was however a huge dress down in his opinion and would compliment Rekkora's body just right. He pursed his lips a moment as he thought about someone else potentially looking at her, perhaps tight pants weren't exactly his best idea. He pondered a moment, almost barging in after her to request perhaps a long flowy skirt instead.


But the second she walked back out, turning her body for him to view his choice in full..he lost all second thoughts about it. Should someone look or speak to her in a suggestive manner his primal and protective instinct would kick in and they'd be lucky to not get cold-cocked in the process. S'rico padded across the floor to retrieve his riding boots, carrying them by the tops to a chair to install them on his feet. Just as he'd finished, Rekkora returned to the room, and his eyes followed her, mouth agape. 

"Alright is not even close.." He blinked several times, stepping to the side and giving her another once over. "You look magnificent." He wouldn't shy from the fact that he loved to admire her body any chance he got. And this outfit worked quite well for doing just that. "Do you like it? Are you comfortable enough..or would you prefer a dress..or a longer skirt or.." He doubted his choice and he wanted her to like what he'd picked but the man was no fashionista.

[Cait]

It only took Rekkora a moment to spot his reaction to the tightness of the slacks she was wearing and she couldn't help but feel inordinately pleased that he seemed to find her attractive no matter what she wore. Her cheeks flushed a rosy color not aided by any pigmented powders and she gave another spin with a giggle before walking over to where S'rico was pulling on his boots and leaned over to kiss him on the cheek. "Magnificent, hmm? I'll have to wear this again then."

Spinning away, her braid swaying, Rekkora set about pulling on a pair of calf boots that didn't clash with her outfit. Out of habit, her hand moved for the delicate torc on top of the dresser where one of the polished metal mirrors was propped up only to frown. No fancy baubles today. She was just another weyr woman at the market with her man. With a resolute nod, she turned back to S'rico and tilted her head. "My sister would probably have a fit if she could see me."