...own for the moment, her work far behind, and has curled up in a particularly green corner of the garden, balled her sweater into an impromptu pillow, and promptly fallen half asleep. As typical, N'tan's stalking strides leave little room for noticing his surroundings beyond the presence of life that might bring peril. A black fedora perches on the summit, while the rest of the freshly tanned muscular...
...a pair of tall spires watching the Weyr's vibrant activity below. Every minute or so his glowing gaze falls upon the weyrling barracks before straying again (rinse and repeat). This is what allows N'tan a few moments of reckless pleasure with his son, so when Madri and Elsveth arrives there is no hint of surprise in the deep holler that invites, "Come in, Madri!" A youthful echo calls, "Come in...
...or tidbits of gossip relating to Fort's Weyr. It's amazing really, he muses, just how much once can learn through the simplest of observations. Coincidently this very tavern happens to be where N’tan goes to meet his contact from Benden. Presently the tall long-haired rider perches on a stool at the bar, elbows resting so that taunt forearms create a bay which covets a beloved glass of Benden wine...
...of burning flesh rises from a shared heated attitude of both he and his lifemate. Soon a burnt blackness curls the edges of conversation as all is rendered ashes. < < We come! >> This time when N’tan arrives Nidhgoth doesn’t leave. The dragon’s long slender head follows his lifemate into the weyr, eyes whirling with concern, while his lifemate’s expression reads a contorted mixture, with the addition...
...pleasure my soul mate lives in your body I can't get you out of my head It never goes away In my life I'll need you here, don't ask why I'll never disappear ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ R'ish kicked N'tan out of the Weyr until after Sidijith goes up and Madri went with so he'd actually go. This log falls not long after that scene. Mild adult content. Very mild. Supplies are removed from the lithe serpent's...
...doing that yet. One of the previous weyrling classes, with older dragons got themselve up far enough they had to be flown back down." And Madri? She'd make em tough it out and wait a while too. N'tan is spied and unlike in times past, he'll receive her gaze and a smile to match. "Evening." Missed! How could he miss? Irajath eyes that green tail for a moment before looking back towards Elsveth's...
Orlaith heads to the feeding pens... N'tan's dismount is only one continuous movement to Nidhgoth's landing and then he is on inside with an expression as stony as the ledge itself. "Madri, I need you." It's the first time he's looked to another when in need, and it's an unsettling thing to do, but still he does it. "I need you to come with me, and I need Elsveth too." There's a certain franticness...
