Wake up call {R'niaan}

[shapeshifter]

Bamath arose from his after flight nap. He peeled open a swirling blue-green eye as he heard the wing beats and the charming tone of Korinath's voice in his head. He crooned at her sight and lifted himself up, shifting to the entrance of his weyr and leaving room for Korinath to land easily on the ledge.

In detail, R'niaan and Bamath's weyr was barren except for the furs and rushes that made up dragon and rider's separate beds. No decoration, no anything. A trunk full of clothes and items was placed hapazardly at the end of R'niaan's bed and a rickety desk in his room. His weyr was something Bamath had been pushing him to upgrade in look. He was a Weyrling Master, not a poor trader. The room would host not only Bamath and R'niaan, but possibly a mate of a dragon Bamath's size or smaller. With the lack of decor and all, it would explain the drafty winds that lofted through.

Hm, I'm not good with guessing but I have a feeling it has to do with our Riders, yes? Bamath crooned to Korinath.



R'niaan wrapped an arm around Korvalia, holding her close. He took the paper and coal from the firelizard and whispered, "One last task, little one. You're a good little one." he bent a knee upward and used it to bare down on to write with his free hand. A little sloppy, but well enough to get the point across. He rolled the letter up and offered it to the firelizard, "Can you take this to the kitchen's for me?" he asked of it in a low tone.

[Cait]

As Bamath made room for her, Korinath gave a draconic grin and promptly landed with a little hop on the ledge and without any hesitation at all, continued her skip hopping forward until she could bump the crimson’s chin with her nose in greeting. Ever oblivious to the personal boundaries of others, she blew a puff of hot air in Bamath’s face then bounced back to the ledge as much as dragons could bounce. Settling herself so that there would be more than enough room for Bamath to come back out and join her, she peered back at him and flicked her tail.

[smear:#000000]See, you are good at guessing! I know you didn’t win Temperanth’s flight, but your rider caught my rider![/smear:#ffebad:0] She wasn’t trying to be rude or rub his nose in his failures. THe moonlight was simply excited that her rider might not be so grumpy today when she woke up again. Sharing the image of the pair in bed snuggling with the crimson, she rumbled happily and gave a little wiggle as though she couldn’t quite contain her excitement.

[smear:#000000]I still don’t really know how human flights work, Korvalia refuses to explain it to me. Do you think she’ll lay an egg? I can’t imagine she could lay more than one. She’s so little compared to a dragon.[/smear:#ffebad:0] Tilting her head, she peered expectantly at Bamath as though somehow he would know the answers to all of her questions.



Croony was ever the diligent companion and knew that R’niaan was trying to help. Taking the little paper, she hopped into the air and disappeared leaving the pair in bed. Gradually pulled from sleep by the crimson rider’s voice, Korvalia yawned and stretched out her legs alongside R’niaan’s. More and more she seemed to become aware that it wasn’t a pile of pillows she was snuggling and lifted her head, looking more rumpled and confused than she had when she’d answered the door early that morning. “You’re still here?”

[shapeshifter]

Bamath laid his head out over his forarms, up to his shoulders exposed to the sunlight, the rest in the large mouth to the weyr. He shorted at Korinath and his tongue flicked out to lick her snout before she could dance away, but he missed. He made a grumble at the thought of the lost flight but his body language shifted as to show a relaxed, nonchalant feeling towards the loss. He laid out similar to a dog at this point. Well, I know they don't lay eggs but I've seen few tiny, tiny ones. They are more noisey than hungry weyrlings. he said, pondering for a moment, I know their flights are a bit different from ours. Definitely not in the sky, just tucked under furs.

R'niaan was glad the flitt took up his motions and popped to take the scrap paper. Just then he felt the stir of Korvalia moving from her sleep. Shards. He thought to himself, noting her peering up to him. The question burned in his ears and he felt his heart try to leap from his chest. He felt a nervousness come over him in a flash, "Am...am I not supposed to be here? Do...do I need to leave... If so your firelizard has been sent for food request..." he stumbled the words out in a hurried, soft tone. As snuggly as she had been, he didn't think her first words would be that.

[Cait]

As Bamath settled himself in the mouth of his weyr, Korinath wriggled, turning herself until she could drag herself toward him on her belly. In truth she was a silly beast. For more impulsive and endearing that her rider would ever be. More than one person over the past several turns had remarked on how very different the pair were: Korinath gregarious and engaging and her rider aloof and a bit off-putting. The moonlight was good for her rider though, had softened her up a little bit, though only those familiar with the woman would recognize the difference. Korinath wriggled her way right up to the crimson until her nose was nearly touching his then stretched her neck a little further as her tongue darted out to lick a darker patch on his hide.

[smear:#000000]Too bad they don't lay eggs. I could help watch it. [/smear:#ffebad:0]



Korvalia pushed herself up until she was sitting, scooting back to rest against the wall and pulling the furs with her to keep herself covered. In truth, she wasn't used to flight partners sticking around after everything was said and done. Certainly she'd never found herself waking up half sprawled across a man. A rosy blush stole across her pale skin as she stared stubbornly at her hands where they clutched the furs. This was all new territory for her and she wasn't sure how to navigate it. R'niaan had showed up at her door that morning, gripped by flight lust and declaring his intentions to take her to mate. How was she supposed to process that? He'd been back a day and she'd not seen him for what felt like turns before that! Apparently her feelings for him hadn't faded as much as she'd thought or she never would've given in to his ridiculous declarations.

"Most men are fairly quick to leave." With a shrug of her bare shoulders, she refused to look at the man beside her. It was easier to keep a level head if she didn't look at him. That way if he started spouting nonsense about making her his, she wouldn't be drawn in again. She had to keep to her logic and reason.

[shapeshifter]

R'niaan grunted, "Of course they do. I've never been most men, Korvalia." he shot back, his mood turning a bit sour that she would even compare him to other dragonriders like that. "If you want me to leave Kor, I'll leave. I didn't want to just up and disappear on you. That'd be a bit rude after I promised I wouldn't again." he shot her a grin and rose out of bed. He tucked the furs back down around her and kissed a bare shoulder. He pulled his pants on and found her gown on the floor. He picked it up and laid it on the bed, smoothing it out and looking up to her, "You sure you don't want me to stay for a bit and at least have a bite with you so we can talk about a Search party if you don't want to talk about us?"

Bamath felt the tongue slick a patch of skin. He rumbled and his tail twitched a bit, Yes, if our humans could clutch, we could watch over them. Like they do us. the dragon pondered for a moment before flicking Korinath's nose with his tongue. He shifted again, not quite comfortable with his position and laid along his belly, his wings tucked in tight and he lifted his head to look out over the Bowl at the coming and going dragons.

[Cait]

As his mood turned suddenly, Korvalia blinked, hugging the covers a bit closer to her. Her cheeks flushed as he rose from the bed and turned to tuck the furs around her. As his lips pressed against her shoulder something fluttered in her stomach though it was quickly quelled when he began pulling on his pants and fetching her gown. Why was he mad at her for assuming he would do what he’d no doubt done to countless other women; what other men had done before?

The young woman’s lips pursed and she let out a hrumph. “I never said you had to leave!” She snapped before settling a bit. Before she could even process what had made him so upset he’d gone and thrown a fit. “Why do you have to be so…” She lifted a hand and waved it about, gesturing in his direction. None of this made any sense to her. “What exactly do you want from me, R’niaan?”


As Bamath licked her nose, Korinath let out her own low rumble that sounded more like a purr. Once he’d resettled himself, she wasted no time in sprawling along his side as she made herself at home. It was perhaps the trait that Korvalia envied the most about her dragon. The ability to be comfortable anywhere with any company.

[shapeshifter]

R'niaan turned and faced her as he was searching for his boots. "Then I'll stay." he said, leaning against the table, sighing. "Look, Kor I wasn't just pulling at your strings to bed you. I wasn't tryin- Shards Korvalia! I care about you and for Faranth's sake you don't seem to think I'm tellin' you the truth." he rolled his eyes in exasperation. A knock came to the door and R'niaan glided over to it in a quick few steps. He opened it wide enough to receive the tray and thank the drudge so that they would not see inside the weyr. He took the filled tray to the table they had set in the day before and poured up two cups of klah. "Would you like to eat in bed or at the table?" he asked, looking over at Kor tucked in the furs.

Bamath snorted as Korinath curled up against his body. He twitched his tail slowly, turning it into a sway before overlapping hers with his. He had a fleeting emotion that came from R'niaan course through his body and he moved his head to lay closer to Korinath's; enjoying the warm company.

[Cait]

“Well what am I supposed to think? You were gone for how long and then just mysteriously reappear...then not even a full day later you’ve decided that you absolutely have to have me?” Korvalia’s nose wrinkled in annoyance as she crossed her arms over her chest, glowering at R’niaan as he rolled his eyes. She was not the one being unreasonable here. She was being logical and was rightfully wary. She opened her mouth to continue but there was a knock at the door and instinctively Kor clutched the furs tighter to her chest with one hand while the other groped for her nightgown.

While R’niaan fetched the tray and busied himself with pouring the klah, Korvalia quickly slipped out of bed and pulled the gown over her head. She was just tugging it into place when he turned around and asked where they should eat. Snagging a blanket from the bed, she wrapped it around herself and moved past the man to settle herself near the table amongst the pillows and furs. “I don’t know how you expect me to take you seriously. It’s just not logical for you to make a declaration like that.” She kept her gaze fixed on the far wall of the weyr. “If we had had...something...before, it would be more understandable. But how do you go from sharing job duties to suddenly wanting to share life...and after being gone so long?”

Shaking her head, Korvalia frowned and wrapped the blanket tighter around herself. Her words made sense and yet she felt inexplicably saddened by the thought that it was all just some strange reaction cause by being gone for too long. Some over-exaggerated reaction to the familiar that had somehow translated into some strange declaration of love. In truth, objectively, the fact that R’niaan had showed up at her door and declared himself with such vehemence had spoken to the rarely seen softer side of her; the little melty core inside the ice. If only it hadn’t been so unbelievably unexpected.



Korinath, bothered by a faint itch, rubbed the right side of her face against the side of Bamath’s neck, humming happily as she did so. [smear:#000000]Bamath, did you meet any interesting dragons while you were away? Sometimes Korvalia and I go to see her sister in the South. I’m pretty sure I like her dragon.[/smear:#ffebad:0] Itch rubbed away, the moonlight’s rump gave a little wiggle as she relaxed into Bamath’s side, her left wing drooping against her side. Seeing that the crimson was watching the weyr, she arched her neck to mimic his posture and surveyed the frozen bowl as well.

[shapeshifter]

Bamath crooned, I met no interesting dragons. R'niaan was focused with duty and I with keeping to myself. he said, observing the Bowl below. Dragons were flying in and out, popping to and from between... the Weyr was alive from the excitement of the Flight.

R'niaan groaned, "You're to take my word and understand I wouldn't speak such foolishness if I didn't mean it." he sat down and cuddled under the furs with her, handing over a cup of klah to her, "Either way, Kor, I care about you. Enough said there. You can take it or ignore it. I'll chase you though...." he said, cutting his eyes at her over his klah with a grin behind his mug. He took a long swig before saying, "We will need to prepare for a Search in a seven-day time." he set his mug down on the table and grabbed up a meatroll to chow on.

[Cait]

"So now it's foolish to want to be with me?" Feathers ruffled, Korvalia scowled at the crimson rider as he slipped under the furs beside her. She made no move to take the mug from him and crossed her arms over her chest. Maybe she was a little over-sensitive at the moment given recent events and her own feelings toward the man but he was confusing her! A very small part of her that she hadn't quite smothered craved his determination. But logic aside, she wasn't sure if she could afford to take the risk that he wasn't just being absurd. Turning her head away as he looked at her over his mug and wondered if maybe she should've just told him to leave.


Sensing her rider's turmoil, Korinath sighed only to sigh once more as Bamath declared he'd met not a single dragon of interest. [smear:#000000]I think your rider is sticking his feet in his mouth. I never really understood that saying. I've not once seen a human put their foot in their mouth.[/smear:#ffebad:0] Korinath's tail twitched and flicked, dancing behind her as she rarely could remain completely still.

[shapeshifter]

R'niaan blurted out, "Twisting words eh? You're something Korvalia. Foolishness in the sense of spewing my heart out to you expecting you to believe me." R'niaan set the mug down in front of her on the table. "I'm not going to give up on you. I don't always say the right things, Kor." he took another bite of a meatroll, followed by a swig of klah. He wanted her to at least give him some open door. She was closed off, with good reason. She was nothing like Yuki, they were polar opposites. However, Korvalia was shining brighter to him than Yuki ever did. He just didn't realize it until he was gone.

My rider can be smart... just words everything wrong when he's full of emotions. He rumbled, his tail twitching a bit, He has good intentions for your rider. He's just having a hard time expressing himself correctly as you can see.

[Cait]

Her head snapped back around, pale eyes blazing as he accused her of twisting his words. She opened her mouth to protest; he’d been the one to confess his utter devotion then call it foolishness! But he pressed on and her resolve to badger him wavered. Again that small part of her that fought to be heard wanted to believe him but she just couldn’t quite let herself do that. Coward! Blinking rapidly as her eyes tingled, Korvalia looked away again. She wanted to be that woman that could jump and have faith that R’niaan would catch her, but she just wasn’t. She’d always had to be in control of everything; as much as she could. The only thing she could really control was herself and dropping the walls around her heart felt a bit too much like relinquishing control.

“I’m probably not the one to talk to about emotions, anyway.” Her voice was soft and her tone slightly self-depreciating as she finally reached for the klah and simply cradled the warm mug in her hands as she stared at the steam that curled up from the liquid.

[smear:#000000]Korvalia has been fond of your rider for turns, Bamath. I think she’s scared you’ll leave again.[/smear:#ffebad:0] It was sometimes hard for Korinath to decipher her rider’s emotions as she was such a private person, but she had a better understanding than most. She knew that Korvalia was scared and feeling past hurt. As much as she wanted to swoop down and curl around the woman, she knew better. Korvalia had to figure this out on her own. It was just how she functioned. She would either let Bamath’s rider in or push him away but it had to be her decision. [smear:#000000]I hope he doesn’t give up on her.[/smear:#ffebad:0]