An Unbroken Habit
Dragonsfall Weyr
Amber Hills Hold
Vintner Hall
Healer Hall
Hidden Meadows
Dolphin Cove Weyr
Dolphin Hall
Emerald Falls Hold
Harper Hall
Printer Hall
Green Valley Hold
Leeward Lagoon Hold
Barrier Lake Weyr
Sunstone Seahold
Citrus Bay Hold
Writers: Kastaka, Emma
Date Posted: 6th April 2009
Characters: S'ren, Oria
Description: Oria discovers that her wingthird won her dragon's flight.
Location: Dolphin Cove Weyr
Date: month 2, day 11 of Turn 5
S'ren gradually came to his senses in the familiar surroundings of the flight room, gently and peacefully, subconsciously stroking the naked side of a most attractive young lady, although of course he would think that in the aftermath of a flight.
"Mmmm," he mumbled to himself happily. It sounded like the storm was still raging outside and he was in absolutely no hurry to rush out and check.
Oria stirred slightly, memories coming to her of Degrorth's flight. A smile crossed her face as she shifted to see the rider who lay beside her.
S'ren returned the girl's smile, glad that she seemed to still be happy to be here despite the flight's effects gradually fading from both of them. Despite being her Wingthird, he hadn't really got to know the girl much - she didn't cause trouble and she hadn't come to him with any problems, all he really remembered of her was the faraway look she sometimes got in drills, which never seemed to affect how well she took in the instruction being given.
"Si..." No, a formal title wasn't really appropriate right now. "S'ren," she said after a slight pause. "Degrorth took a shine to your blue today."
"Aww, were you really going to call me sir?" grinned S'ren, playing with the ends of her hair. "I could get used to that, you know. Not in N'vanik's wing, though, I think. And yeah, I kind of noticed," he continued cheerfully.
}: I would have caught her anyway, :{ Tareth asserted proudly.
**Sure you would,** S'ren reassured him casually, with only the slightest hint of friendly disbelief.
"Uhhh, yeah," replied the greenrider, a blush forming on her cheeks. "It's not everyday I end up in this situation with my Wingthird," she pointed out. Although it was a rather enjoyable place to be. While she hadn't been weyrbred, she'd lived in one long enough, and being a healer knew the draconic facts of life.
"I've barely been Wingthird a couple of sevendays," S'ren reassured her, "and I've been sleeping with pretty girls for a lot longer, on account of my dragon and otherwise." He stroked his fingers down her side right to her thigh, as if for emphasis. "And as you can see, I don't intend to break the habit," he smiled.
"Maybe Degrorth will make it a habit," teased Oria gently, as she relaxed again.
"I can't say I'd mind that," teased S'ren in return, "and I'm sure Tareth would be overjoyed." He adjusted his position slightly so that he could reach more of her back, running his hand gently down it. "Storm's still going," he commented, as the drumming of rain and howling of wind testified, "and I can't say I'm in any hurry to go back out in it. How about you?"
"Nobody would object if we stayed a while."
"Least of all me," he replied, moving to kiss her, making his amorous intentions obvious.
Last updated on the April 27th 2009