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Post by Torva Anian on Jan 10, 2009 11:43:08 GMT -5
Sorcha gasped as Lirlith was caught by Rolaranth, dimly noticing Sh'rel grabbing her. It took a few moments for her to disentangle herself enough from Lirlith's mind to understand what Sh'rel was saying. She nodded and concentrated on moving her feet instead of feeling the open sky around her. It was obvious now she should have moved earlier, but she had wanted to stay close and hadn't thought ahead.
Lirlith crooned back to Rolaranth, not at all disappointed by the end. She'd put up a good flight. She couldn't have gone wrong with either of the participants anyway. She wound her tail and neck with his in acceptance.
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Post by Sparrow on Jan 11, 2009 5:21:13 GMT -5
Sh’rel kept his arm wrapped around Sorcha as they made their way to the weyr. He did not want to release her for one moment, though it was a short, but slow and unbearable walk to the weyr. His eyes were on the door but he was having a hard time focusing getting there. His attention was drawn to the proximity of Sorcha and the emotions coming from Rolaranth from above and his yearning to feel the same. Finally they reached the weyr, and once there Sh’rel closed the door to the world outside.
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Post by Spirithawk on Jan 17, 2009 12:54:24 GMT -5
Kilzanth let out a disappointed bugle as the brown twined with the beauty he was chasing. It was his first flight but he had been almost certain that he would win.
There will be other flights Kil.
But they won't be her.
The young bronze turned on his wing tip and headed back towards the weyr. He took his time flying back, loosening muscles that he had tensed up during the high intensity flight.
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Post by Torva Anian on Jan 19, 2009 11:42:54 GMT -5
As Sorcha woke up she automatically started stretching, but froze. One she was rather sore and two, there was a guy in her bed. She pulled a sheet up to cover herself and glanced over at him. She frowned, was there some sort of etiquette for this? Maybe she could just leave before he woke up. She had to cover her mouth to refrain from giggling. That would create a stir in his mind. She didn't think she was in the right state of body to quickly and quietly dress and leave.
Boy this was awkward, hermm, she glanced around trying to remember where some clothes were. Which were just kinda thrown everywhere, and he was hogging some of her cover. It would have been better had he awoken and had to deal with this.... situation. She shifted on the bed to grab the closest piece of clothing. At least the shirt would make her feel better, he wouldn't mind she borrow ir right? She took a deep breath and momentarily forgot about the brownrider as her stomach growled and she realized she was rather hungry. They couldn't be that far from the kitchens, after all, they were ground level. Although some klah sounded much better than food at the moment.
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Post by Spirithawk on Jan 19, 2009 13:35:02 GMT -5
OOC: Usually the drudges leave a tray of breakfast foods, klah and juice in the weyr after a flight for when the participants wake up fyi
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Post by Sparrow on Jan 23, 2009 23:09:29 GMT -5
Sh’rel was still asleep when Sorcha awoke, he was a pretty deep sleeper after all. The Brownrider lay on his back, and he was stretched out, probably taking up more of the bed than he should have been. Then again, he was not used to sharing his bed. Sh’rel, slowly waking up, noticed a shift in temperature when Sorcha pulled the sheet to cover herself. He mumbled something unintelligible trying to tug on the sheet as he rolled away from Sorcha. He was unable to pull the sheet with him, though, and turned his head to see what was causing it. It wasn’t a what… but a who.
How could the flight have slipped from his mind? And now… here was this girl he’d never met. He had never been in this position before… what was he supposed to say? What was the acceptable thing to do? Sh’rel stopped worrying for a moment when he noticed that she had grabbed his shirt and put it on. A smile crept upon his face and he pushed himself into a sitting position.
“I do believe that is my shirt…” he grinned again hoping she knew he was joking. He paused for a moment trying to figure out the proper way to introduce himself in this awkward situation, “…I do not think we’d met. I’m Sh’rel, rider of brown Rolaranth.” A rather formal introduction for the moment, he thought.
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