Catching Green
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: Heather, Yvonne
Date Posted: 17th June 2015
Characters: K'yne, Harki
Description: Aftermath of Cerillith's rising.
Location: Dragonsfall Weyr
Date: month 12, day 24 of Turn 7
Notes: Mentioned: P'nal, K'ran, Saibra (not by name),Ninaine (not by name)
Harki drifted back to herself, feeling the cool of the air against sweat-damped skin and the rough weave of the sheets in the flight cots. She had her head pillowed on the winner's chest and could hear his heart beat. For a moment, she could convince herself it was P'nal. That Jodeth had flown Cerillith again, and everything was back to the way it was.
But that was foolish. She sighed, stretched, and opened her eyes to see K'yne. So Arinoth had won. The brownrider was pale instead of dark, and strange to her... but not unwelcome. They were wingmates, but outside of drills and Thread they hadn't had much time for each other. The greenrider smiled and relaxed back into his embrace. "Hey... you awake?"
"Hmm, yes." K'yne's voice was a deep rumble. The flight had been exactly what he needed for the pent-up frustration he'd been feeling lately over a certain goldrider and her foolish decisions. Harki's athletic body fit snugly against his much taller one. He was glad that she was one of those greenriders that smiled after a mating flight, not like that poor K'ran fellow he'd heard about with that girl fresh out of Weyrlinghood. Arinoth had been much more aggressive than usual in the chase, and the brown's smug feelings of satisfaction still reverberated through their mental link as he lay curled around Cerillith.
"Arinoth flew well." It was a silly, boring thing to say, but now that K'yne was awake Harki felt she ought to say _something_. "Has he been catching many greens since he got here?"
"No." K'yne answered simply, because it was true, Cerillith was the first dragon at Dragonsfall that Arinoth had won. "Cerillith is the first female that Arinoth has been so determined to catch. Although," his fingers skimmed across her skin, "how well he flew today I couldn't say, I was a bit more focused on something else entirely."
"Really? What was that?" She was really hoping he'd be flattering and say it was her. The greenrider suddenly felt the need to be lied to-- to feel, or even pretend to feel, like she was desirable to someone, even if that someone barely knew her.
K'yne appeared ready to please as he pressed his lips to Harki's neck and murmured, "Cerillith's beautiful rider, of course." And it was true, on the ground Harki had been just as wily and tantalizing as her dragon in the air.
"Aww. Flatterer." Lies, lies and more lies, but it was exactly what she wanted to hear. "Do go on."
If only the greenrider knew that K'yne did not have the gift of being glib-- smooth-talking and flattering had always been a skill that his younger brother, K'fel, had possessed. The brownrider told her only what he knew to be true, "the way you moved, the look in your eyes," he trailed his fingers down over the silky course of her thigh to the juncture of her knee, "the way you said my name."
"Wait, wait-- I said your name?" Harki twisted to look at him, suddenly distracted from the paths he was tracing on her skin. "Really?"
A rakish grin broke across K'yne's face, "Shhh, you're ruining my story." Of course he had no idea if she'd actually said his name or not, too much of what happened during a flight was a blur for him to remember any of those exact details.
She snorted, but settled down again and closed her eyes. "Keep going."
"I do remember being wrapped up in these." The calloused pads of the brownrider's fingers skimmed up the inside of her thigh and rounded over the smooth curve of her hip.
She shivered. "Want to be again?" By this point she was pretty confident what the answer might be, but it never hurt to ask anyway. "Because I'm thinking we could either hole up here where it's warm, or if you want a slightly more comfortable place to be, we could make the incredibly long journey to my weyr. I'm thinking a long night and being late for drills tomorrow."
A smile curved across K'yne's face, "I like the way you think. Your weyr it is, and this time, we'll see if you say my name." A confident wink followed as he pressed a kiss to Harki's shoulder.
Last updated on the June 17th 2015