Post by Echo and Anayeth on Sept 19, 2010 23:08:06 GMT -5
By now Echo had a good idea of how Flights worked. She had the distinct feeling of lust as the flight began. It crawled through her body, slower to start than the other Flights she’d participated in. She knew it was not Chalarath who was Rising then, but Sivarith. With a shudder, Echo tried to shake off the lust that enveloped her. It was hard, as the whole Weyr felt what she felt. But, in another way, it was easier than most Flights. Being a DragonHealer, Echo had often seen the end results of long-flown dragon flights. Indeed, Blues most often sprained their wings when trying to out-fly their faster Green sisters. There was certainly a difference between Greenflight-lust and Goldflight-lust, but Sivarith, poor Sivarith, was in between. She was, unfortunately, waning in lust.
It didn’t mean Echo wasn’t subject to the lust.
Her first mistake was believing that she wasn’t subject to Flightlust. Her second mistake was heading to the rider’s Weyrs and therefore putting herself in the danger of being thought as a ‘flight moth.’ Her first mistake carried over into her second mistake as she found herself too close to Sivarith’s Weyr on her way to a particular Brownrider’s weyr who had almost flown the Flight but had crippled a wing on takeoff. His cries had been heard by yours truly and she’d needed the fastest way to get to his weyr.
R’gant had intercepted her. Apparently, Echo hadn’t waited long enough to go help the Brown and the Flight had ended. Of course, Echo didn’t know how she ended up in the Bronzerider’s arms, or who the Bronzerider was at first. He whisked her into a less-walked corridor and pressed his lips onto hers. After a very surprised moment of fear, Echo pushed her lips back and found that, suddenly, Sivarith’s left-over Flightlust seemed so much more emotional than normal. With a heave, Echo tore off her shirt, utterly infused in the thought that she must rid her desire.
She hadn’t seen the rider’s face all throughout the ordeal, but as they came to their senses, and he rushed away, Echo noticed R’gant’s face in a rush of bright light from the main hallway. She stood, naked, for a few seconds, before gathering herself and putting on her clothes. With quick, gasping breaths, Echo realized that she had just had ‘it’ with R’gant. With her crush. She spent a few moments dwelling on the ordeal.
Then, suddenly remembering her first objective, Echo, with a blush spread across her cheeks, Echo replaced her shoulder bag and hurried to the Brownrider’s weyr. What would she tell R’gant? Had he even noticed her? With a firm shake of her head and a comb-through of her tousled hair, Echo decided if he knew who he had made out with, he would come find her. Since it was a Weyr, though, Echo was sure that he wouldn’t care. Or maybe he hadn’t seen her. Maybe it was best to stay anonymous.
These thoughts pervaded her mind even as she mended the Brown’s wing.
Tag NONE; End Echo
It didn’t mean Echo wasn’t subject to the lust.
Her first mistake was believing that she wasn’t subject to Flightlust. Her second mistake was heading to the rider’s Weyrs and therefore putting herself in the danger of being thought as a ‘flight moth.’ Her first mistake carried over into her second mistake as she found herself too close to Sivarith’s Weyr on her way to a particular Brownrider’s weyr who had almost flown the Flight but had crippled a wing on takeoff. His cries had been heard by yours truly and she’d needed the fastest way to get to his weyr.
R’gant had intercepted her. Apparently, Echo hadn’t waited long enough to go help the Brown and the Flight had ended. Of course, Echo didn’t know how she ended up in the Bronzerider’s arms, or who the Bronzerider was at first. He whisked her into a less-walked corridor and pressed his lips onto hers. After a very surprised moment of fear, Echo pushed her lips back and found that, suddenly, Sivarith’s left-over Flightlust seemed so much more emotional than normal. With a heave, Echo tore off her shirt, utterly infused in the thought that she must rid her desire.
She hadn’t seen the rider’s face all throughout the ordeal, but as they came to their senses, and he rushed away, Echo noticed R’gant’s face in a rush of bright light from the main hallway. She stood, naked, for a few seconds, before gathering herself and putting on her clothes. With quick, gasping breaths, Echo realized that she had just had ‘it’ with R’gant. With her crush. She spent a few moments dwelling on the ordeal.
Then, suddenly remembering her first objective, Echo, with a blush spread across her cheeks, Echo replaced her shoulder bag and hurried to the Brownrider’s weyr. What would she tell R’gant? Had he even noticed her? With a firm shake of her head and a comb-through of her tousled hair, Echo decided if he knew who he had made out with, he would come find her. Since it was a Weyr, though, Echo was sure that he wouldn’t care. Or maybe he hadn’t seen her. Maybe it was best to stay anonymous.
These thoughts pervaded her mind even as she mended the Brown’s wing.
Tag NONE; End Echo
