Pre-Flight Syndrome (2/2)

Writers: Anaria, JR
Date Posted: 26th March 2011

Characters: O'ryn, J'nor
Description: Lyriath's proddiness leaks over to O'ryn, and by association, J'nor
Location: Dragonsfall Weyr
Date: month 1, day 17 of Turn 6
Notes: Mentor Approved

J'nor backed off slightly. Was this it? Was O'ryn going to ditch him because
Lyriath was mature, and Zoranaith wasn't? Could he not handle the wait until
Zoranaith was old enough for them to be together. Despite himself, he felt
tears stinging at the corner of his eyes, and he forced himself to bite them
back. "Is that what you want?" He asked softly.

O'ryn's face clouded for a moment, and when he looked back at J'nor, his
blue eyes were flat and blank, expressionless. "I think that'd be for the
best," he hedged around the answer he didn't want to give.

J'nor's heart raced. He wasn't sure whether to run away, or to just confess
what he felt right then and there. In the end, his resolve failed, and he
quickly turned away. He forced himself not to run, at least not yet. Maybe
he'd misconstrued O'ryn's meaning. Maybe O'ryn was overreacting and would
catch himself. But he couldn't stop the tears from flowing, not anymore.

"Right. Good, just leave me alone, why don't you?" O'ryn called after him.
He didn't really want to be alone, but it was really for the best. Until
Zoranaith was old enough for anything to happen between him and the other
boy, they were better off not spending so much time together. Especially not
when he had Lyriath's hormones affecting him this way, when he wanted to
grab the other young man and haul him back to his weyr for a few days
straight. "Shardit," he mumbled to himself, "Everyone should just leave me
alone right now."

Lyriath poked into his thoughts, but she was almost as irritable as he was,
maybe even more so. Shutting her out and turning his back on the rows of
weyrledges behind him, he started off around the lake again, his near-run
from earlier slowed into a trudging pace. He just wanted this flight to be
over and done with.

J'nor felt dirty. Zoranaith was pushing him, asking over and over what was
wrong, but he ignored him. He ran to the weyrlake, tears still streaming
down his face, and leapt into the water, clothes and all. **I've never cared
about a single woman, and yet I've never had one turn me down. And the first
time I care about a man, I go and wreck it?!** he thought, in that corner of
his mind that Zoranaith was unaware of.

Fortunately, Zoranaith was old enough that he didn't create a large raucous
drawing other people's attention. Unfortunately, he understood enough to
know that Lyriath's rider had upset J'nor. So he vented to Lyriath
instead. }:Why did yours hurt J'nor!?:{ He demanded of the green dragon, not
caring that she was irritable. J'nor felt that Lyriath was to blame, and
Zoranaith accepted it as well, regardless of the fact that he didn't
understand why.

}: Yours should have left him alone. Why did he go and bother him when mine
wanted to be alone? This is all his fault. :{ Lyriath grumbled back. }: And
stop talking. I don't want to talk to you now. Mine won't talk to me because
of you two. :{

J'nor stayed below the water until his lungs threatened to burst, but
somehow the pain revitalized him. He emerged a few moments later, gasping
deeply for air. he wasn't sure what to do. In the past, he would have found
the first available woman and give her a night she'd never forget. But with
Zoranaith, that wasn't an option. For the first time since he Impressed, he
almost wished that he hadn't.

O'ryn was nearly at the far side of the lake, and paused near the beastpens.
Since he couldn't let out the yell he wanted to, he spun and rammed his fist
into one of the fenceposts with a grunt of effort and then of pain. He
flexed his fingers and inspected his knuckles - nothing was broken.

The greenrider let fly with another punch with his other hand, then a few
more for good measure until the roiling mix of emotions had sank back to a
more manageable level. He slid down to the ground with a thump, wondering
when Lyriath would rise and end this chaos inside of him - and how he could
fix things with J'nor, _if_ he could, afterward.

Last updated on the April 26th 2011

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