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Post by strawberrylush on Feb 3, 2009 20:23:45 GMT -6
Well Minirith was a silly overgrown wherry herself so she didn't half mind acting silly above the Weyr. Of course I am too swift for you, I am not carrying that big head around, she retorted shooting off into the distance now that she had his complete and full attention. Being chased because it was fun was a novelty for the green, one she rarely got to experience outside of battle or flights.
She felt him hesitate for just a moment then take the plunge which made her laugh seductively in the back of her throat when his arms twisted around her back. Her own arms went around his neck as she lifted upwards so he wouldn't have to bend over too much. After a few seconds she could no longer breathe and she gently disentangled herself. "Well that was unexpected", she smiled at him. She didn't move back across the pool, instead settling herself onto the ledge right beside him. Ille really wanted to continue with the thoughts swirling in her mind now, but she ought to at least be polite and see what he had to say about it.
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Post by saidaltam on Feb 3, 2009 20:37:25 GMT -6
:My head fits my body exquisitely, pretty one--almost as exquisitely as yours fits your body.:[/color] The bronze flicked his tail and soared after her, counting on the thermals to keep him high up in the air and give him the boost he needed to stand any chance of keeping up with her at all. It had really always been the challenge of the chase that had caught him, more than the outcome, though he had never objected to that, either. He exulted in the thrill of winging after another dragon, though, more than anything.
"Very," T'rel replied, voice barely above a whisper. His eyes had gone very dark and very thoughtful, but he kept his silence, watching her with intense contemplation. Though she wasn't what he would call a stunning beauty, there was something charmingly pleasant about her appearance, and she had proven repeatedly that she had a great deal of nerve, or at least a healthy streak of spunk, which had its own appeal. That she had taken the step to make the first move, too, said a lot. Now if only he could get his sharding mind in the right frame and remember that pleasant company was not always a lifetime commitment, something Vijaith had tried repeatedly to tell him, he would be among the happiest men on Pern, if only for a while.
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Post by strawberrylush on Feb 3, 2009 21:04:35 GMT -6
No. You have a big head which is why you can't catch me, she teased him, doing a loop in the air and falling into place on his left wing using his slip stream to shoot past him, back just barely touching his legs as she scooted past him and in front of him. Now you try that yourself, she scoffed, zooming out of his reach. Her green hide sparkled in the sunlight as she raced away from him.
He didn't say anything other than that one word so Ille decided she had to take it in hand herself. She was always one for being upfront and clear. "Let's go to my weyr and discuss it?", she asked, lifting a slim black eyebrow in question. "I am not asking for forever just one night", she gave him a studious look, "If you are any good we might make it longer than a night though but we'll see". By her forthright manner Ille realized that Minirith would probably be taking to the air in the next sevenday or so but that was ok. If T'rel was any good, Ille could be persuaded to urge her dragon to favor Vijaith.
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Post by saidaltam on Feb 3, 2009 21:16:23 GMT -6
And scorch him if she wasn't right. T'rel nodded, and for the first time in his life, the gesture felt distinctly unfamiliar, but the instant was so comfortable and so... right... that he didn't even feel any compulsion to hesitate, or to overthink the matter, as he was wont to do. He did, however, take a moment to catch the slight woman's hand and kissed her fingertips softly. A single night or a lifetime, neither precluded the use of those precious small gestures of fondness. They were far too few, and far too pleasant, to overlook.
:I am a bronze, pretty one, not a green. Bronzes do not fly like that.:[/color] Vijaith spun upward, then, catching a thermal and beating his wings to shoot higher and higher into the sky. :This is how a bronze flies.:[/color] From his vantage point, her shimmering green hide was unmistakable, and he shot downward, spiraling smoothly toward her. His wings were laid flat, little more than steering, and pushed back to streamline himself as he cut through the air at startling speeds. Then again, what use was it being large, heavy, and aerodynamic if you couldn't manage a good, fast, steep dive?
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Post by strawberrylush on Feb 3, 2009 21:32:45 GMT -6
She smiled at him before slowly removing her hand from his and climbing out of the pool. She dried herself off with a towel before sliding into a loose dressing gown. It didn't do much for her figure but that was ok, she didn't plan on wearing it much longer. "My weyr is closer", she whispered grabbing his towel for him and holding it up so he could grab it. "And my bed is bigger". She doubted Minirith would be back any time soon, the green was having too much fun playing around with the bronze dragon outside. And even though it was daylight outside Ille suddenly felt a need for her bed.
Easy peasy, the green replied as he fell towards the ground. She found her own thermal and shut up, much faster than his heavier structure. She broke through the cloud cover before folding her wings and diving down. She attained her maximm speed faster than he did though she wasn't going nearly as fast as he was, she just didn't have the weight, still she shot past him once more before rolling to the right quickly and cutting her speed in half. You can fly longer than me but I will always fly better than you
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Post by saidaltam on Feb 3, 2009 21:47:33 GMT -6
Without so much as a whisper of objection, T'rel took the towel, followed her lead, and donned the quickest garb he could manage. It was rare that he was early to bed--indeed, he'd quite forgotten the last time it had happened--but he felt positively compelled to retire early today, and Ille's bed sounded much more temptingly close than his own. Besides, Vijaith was busy. It wouldn't do to bother him.
:Then it is all to the best that I would willingly chase you until there was no sky left, isn't it? Fly your finest, pretty one, and I will chase you until you tire. Then, if you want to fly further, I will carry you.:[/color] The bronze barrel-rolled after her, positively purring. He didn't actually know if it was possible to do as he'd promised her, but he was willing to try, if it would make her happy. She was pretty, and his seemed fond of hers, which just made her all the more pleasant a companion.
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Post by strawberrylush on Feb 3, 2009 22:18:10 GMT -6
Ille waited for him to dress then took his hand in her's. With a secretive smile on her face she began to lead him from the bathing cavern and up several levels to her weyr. It would be a long night and she was anticipating it to be a good one. She had nothing to do tomorrow that she couldn't sneak out of and stay abed, and Minirith was having fun playing with Vijaith so there was no one to miss her.
Let's fly until we can no longer stay in the air and then we'll return to sleep away the night, the green declared slowing down and falling to place behind the bronze once more. As long as she rode his stream she had little work to do. Beat her wings on occasion to stay in position and otherwise just exist, enjoying his company much as her rider enjoyed his rider's company.
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