Post by tovaana on Jul 7, 2021 0:23:51 GMT -5
Ceela;
Ceela hummed to herself as she chopped starchy vegetables for whatever they were planning either the afternoon or evening meal. As she hummed, she thought about dragons, as usual – imagining what it would be like to fly her own. She got lost in her imagination, and suddenly she was the dragon flying. Her chopping slowed, the dragon in her imagination was calling to her suitors, and her imagination crumbled – because that was not normal. She loved to fly just to… fly, not to be chased. And then she was thinking of that day on the beach with Kekoa, how romantic it had been, how they’d been so close pressed up against one another – and how close his lips… She stiffened for a moment, putting her knife down slowly and looking up at the others were starting to feel the effects of the dragon flight. They were trickling out – and some were embracing already…
She swallowed hard against the thoughts of Kekoa – her imagination feeding the desire that bled from the effects of the flight. She bit her lip and fled the kitchens and somewhat blindly trying to get out of the Weyr, out somewhere she could breathe. Before, in Southern, she’d been able to get away or be by herself during these times, or jumping into the lake – or something. She’d never remembered the feelings being this potent before either, and she wasn’t lucid enough to think it was perhaps because of her age, she was getting older and more mature. She could only think how she wished Kekoa was there – and she shook her head, no… that was no fun! That defeated the purpose of… but her thoughts trailed off as a man approached her with a hungry gaze. She wanted to stop him, but then again, she didn’t – feeling the regret she had felt back on the beach that she hadn’t kissed Kekoa.
Then suddenly he was cradling her head with a hand and pressing his lips against hers and something that was not her – responded. He pressed her up against the cool rock wall, the uneven surface uncomfortable – but that wasn’t what she noticed. She noticed that she didn’t like being trapped – even with the overwhelming feeling the free part of her rebelled and she shifted as much as she could so they were side by side. Otherwise, she was getting lost in desire, enjoying the way his hands kept her close to him and his lips responded to hers…
Then the chill of the keen echoed eerily through the Weyr and washed Ceela in a coat of momentary ice. The man seemed to have heard it too, but a moment later he was still tugging and pulling her back to him. Ceela knew too well that a keening meant death – and especially with these feelings that were not hers… A queen? Or had a suitor gotten greedy or aggressive? It dampened her desire and gave her a moment to push gently away from the man with a small apologetic smile. She slipped out of his grasp while he was still stunned, running away so he or she wouldn't be tempted back into the embrace.
The desire was coming back, but she was able to combat it with the sadness that filled her at the thought of a dragon dying. Part of her was glad that she’d been interrupted, she knew there was no shame in intimacy that resulted from a queen’s flight, but Ceela had been saving herself for so long, now she was hoping that her first time would be a bit more… purposeful. And if she impressed, then she wouldn’t need to worry about that for a long time, anyways.
She made her way to the candidate barracks and buried herself in her furs, her two green pets finding there way into the covers to cuddle with her while she took deep breaths and focused on her personal mourning for whatever dragon had died. She used the time to mourn for the dragon that had died, even though she didn’t know who it had been, and also focused on the anticipation of a new clutch of eggs… unless it had been the gold that had died? She gasped, even if she’d had this thought earlier, it had been muddied with desire. A person passed by, it seemed the effects were wearing off. She propped herself up and noticed there was more traffic now.
“What happened?” She asked in a loud voice, hoping the passer-by was less ignorant than she.
“Someone said that two golds rose. One died, dunno who though.” The voice was subdued, tired, and continued by without finishing the conversation.
Ceela curled back into her furs again, biting her lip. So, a gold had died, but there was still a chance of eggs...right? Her curiosity pulled her back out of bed, tucking her green pets into her furs and jogged off, feeling more secure in gathering information with people more...themselves in the Weyr.
