Post by tovaana on Oct 9, 2019 0:50:41 GMT -5
V’than & Brown Saruth, Muze & Green Rylath
“They’re getting so big.” Muze said, eying Saruth’s face as he watched Rylath. Saruth’s body was arched around the two siblings, his head close to V’than but his slowly whirling gaze eyeing the speckled green a few yards in front of them who was playing in the sand. The speckled green was rolling in the sand and once on her belly would shuffle her nose into the sand and then blow – sand-spraying feet in front of her. Muze giggled at the sight of her green playing in the afternoon sun.
“Yeah.” V’than intoned, smiling at the green as well, looking down at Saruth’s head which was almost as large as he was. Cleaning and oiling them was taking a lot more work, and it showed in his shirtless chest and arms. He was sure Muze looked a lot stronger as well – as he could see it in her forearms that were partially covered by her loose white tunic shirt. “They’re just about a year old.”
“A whole year as dragon riders.” Muze grinned, leaning back and propping herself up on her hands. She shook her hair out of her face, it had grown to her shoulders and she kept talking about maybe wanting to cut it… but then she had liked the idea of pulling it out of her face and putting it into a pony tail.
“Yeah… Which… would mean…” V’than began, but then paused. He cleared his throat and glancing over at his sister at the same time. She didn’t just look stronger; she looked older, like their whole experience had aged her. Perhaps it did, but she was still young, especially in his eyes. There was one lesson in particular that had stood out to him, but the lesson had happened before impression and it had happened again- but Rylath had still been so young at the time. Now though… His eyes trailed to the playful green, his stomach churning slightly at the thought of Rylath rising, attached mentally to his sister… who would be inevitably caught…
“Which would mean…” Muze repeated, prompting her brother to finish, but he didn’t seem to want to give up what he was thinking right away. “…that we’ve been away from home for about a year?” She filled it, but it was the obvious, and she didn’t think it was what he had been thinking about.
He pursed his lips, “yeah.”
“That’s a lot of ‘yeahs’ in a short conversation.”
He grinned, glancing at her, “yeah.”
She giggled, shaking her head, waiting for her brother to be ready to be out with what he was thinking.
It seemed like a long moment before V’than finally spoke again. “Remember, that lesson about greens rising?” He bit the inside of his cheek, but glanced over at Muze to see her reaction.
Her cheeks warmed to a flaming red, she tried to cool it down by taking a long breath. “Uhm… yeah, of course I do…”
“Well, I was- “
“We… don’t have to talk about this V’than.” Muze quipped quickly, interrupting her brother, having hard time with the way her cheeks were feeling so warm.
V’than stopped speaking, looking at the sand in front of his crossed legs. He traced his finger in it for a moment. He never wanted to be too over bearing, he never wanted Muze to feel like V’than was trying to be a dad to her – he ever wanted to be her brother. “You’re right, we don’t… but I’d like to, if just to see how you’re feeling about it.”
“Isn’t… this something I should talk to another girl about?” Muze shifted back forward with her hands in her lap. She couldn’t bring herself to look at her brother. Of course she had thought about it… in reality she just didn’t want to think about it. Perhaps it would stop the moment from coming – but she knew that was naïve.
“Maybe, but as a man….” He said, unsure then what to say, but sure as a brother
“And you have experience or something?” Muze said an octave higher, covering her face with her hands, groaning.
“Shards, no, Muze – but I know men, and you’re small. I have a right to worry for my sister who grew up most of her life in a very small hold – where I should add, that intimacy is not shared so freely.”
Muze groaned again, loudly. “Please, please, can we not do this?” Would it be better for the experience to just happen and for her to deal with it then? She had never had a man that had seriously wanted to court her… so something forced by a dragon wasn’t going to change that. She hadn’t asked details of rising, but she had hoped that it would an experience that would be like a blur, something both she and the man… would forget. She shuddered, curling more into a ball, trying not to panic at the raised topic.
V’than sighed, shaking his head. He gingerly put a hand on her back for a moment before she shrugged it off. “I’m sorry. I’m just… worried.”
She shook her head, her head still buried in her hands and knees. Can I help Muzemine? Please don’t be sad – is it because of me? ‘No, no, no, it’s not… this is more my issue, but I wouldn’t trade anything for being a dragonrider.’ Would you like to come play in the sand with me? ‘Not now, Rylath love, maybe in a moment.’ When her face stopped feeling like it was boiling and when tears stopped pricking her eyes.
“Just know, I’m here. If you do want to talk…” He offered, feeling disappointed in himself. He had pushed too hard, he should have known better. “Or… I could probably find someone, a girl, for you to talk to. I just don’t want you to deal with it on your own.” Maybe if he kept talking, he could make this situation better. Or he was digging a deeper hole, he couldn’t tell as she hid herself.
“Thanks.” The muffled voice finally exited the Muze ball.
They sat there in silence as Muze composed herself. With one last big breath she uncurled herself slightly, resting her chin on her knees. “I’ll let you know…” She said quietly, watching her speckled green who was watching her with whirling worried gaze.
“Just… don’t wait too long?” Stop it, he kept telling himself, but he couldn’t help it.
“I know.” He gave him a quick side glance before completely uncurling herself and getting on her knees. “I think I’m gonna make a Weyr in the sand with Rylath.” She didn’t offer for V’than to come with her, she needed some alone time to relax a little. V’than watched as she shuffled off, feeling like he had made a mistake, but at the same time not regretting it.
