Hide and See

[kevna]

Siorreya - Green Amagetith

She came out of the Beastcot Hold gasping and giggling, the smell of beasts and their filth a little overwhelming. She had successfully lost Amagetith somewhere in the weyrling barracks. The green had not expected the small blonde to return to their old living circumstances, which had given her a head start. They were playing a variation of hide and seek. Siorreya would hide, and then once hidden show the green a visualization of her surroundings, and then Amagetith would find her based on them. They had come up with the game during their visualization training for Between, to spice it up a little. They continued to play the game in their free time. What could she say? It was fun, and it kept Ama out of trouble. For the most part anyway.

The young greenrider had run from her spot in the barracks though because Amagetith had cheated, and she was teaching her a lesson. She looked around herself, finding a rock semi off in the distance. She would just have to make sure not to let the green hear her surroundings, it might tip her off. She started off running again to the rock with the slight overhang. The small woman couldn’t help but look behind her to make sure she wasn’t being followed and to scan the sky. Amagetith could still be cheating. Suddenly she smacked into a solid form, and the air was knocked out of her in a squeal.

“Shells, you came out of nowhere. What are you, a wraith?”

You are not here anymore? Did you move? That is cheating!

“Well you cheated first.” She muttered under her breath and looked to see who she had knocked into, pushing-him-towards the rock just a handful of feet farther from them. “Hurry hurry, hide! She’ll find us!” She pushed him behind and up against the rock, making sure they were completely hidden from air view and from the Beastcraft Hold exit.

“Ooh, that was close.” She whispered, taking in a look at the handsome man she had knocked into, and liking what she saw. “Sorry about that, I’m a bit competitive, and can take casualties in my blinding desire to win.” She chuckled and gave a winning smile to him.

She looked around her, and found a discreet area to send as a visualization, beginning to feel Amagetith’s intensity to see through her eyes.
Oh no you don’t. This is all you get.
That’s like nothing to go off!
Well, you cheated, and now this is the consequence. If you want to keep playing you better find me.

Zen

[Zen]

Podrell

Podrell had been visiting with the Senior Herder Alnerat to hear what the beastcrafters of Mavros might want out of their Lord. The odd little Council that the Hold had set up with the crafters was actually a pretty decent idea in Podrell’s opinion. Mavros was not a large island, but it was large enough to house something of a split holder population. There were the fishers that made up the largest population on the island, living down in the harbor caverns, and then there was a smaller group of farmers, beastcrafters, and miners that lived in the beasthold complex. To bring the populations together with people who knew them intimately in a Council seemed the best way to go about it.

Alnerat, however, was a rather cantankerous man who clearly only seemed to care about his craft and their success, between with everyone else on the island. Perhaps the strong desire to get his fellow crafters everything they wanted was what kept him in his position, but it was hardly conducive to the overall success of Mavros. It could not survive on its meager beastcrafting alone.

He sighed, glad to get away from the man, and taking a walk among the pens, considering Mavros’s current herd. There were also the dragons to take into consideration here. That was something he would have to remember. This was not just a Hold. The herds here fed more than the people. Hm. Something - someone - suddenly smacked into him and he stumbled back a step.

“Shells, you came out of nowhere. What are you, a wraith?”

“Me? I was just-”

“Well you cheated first.”

“Excuse me?” he asked, utterly baffled by what this girl was going on about.

“Hurry hurry, hide! She’ll find us!”

“What are you-” again he was cut off as she pushed him quickly up against a large boulder and he was too startled and confused to resist. Great Faranth, what was happening right now? He stood there rigid for a moment, waiting for her to do something else unexpected, but it seemed she was done manhandling him. He couldn’t help but laugh at her comment about her competitiveness. Well, he could appreciate that. “Are all Mavrosi women so bold or are you a special exception?” he raised a brow down at her as she looked up at him. Something about her seemed familiar. Had he seen her around before, in his exploration of Mavros? She wasn’t bad on the eyes and he found he didn’t particularly mind the close proximity now that he’d gotten a decent look at her. He felt like he would have spoken to her if he’d seen her about before though. Hm.

He cast a glance past her, “Who exactly are we hiding from?” Then he looked down at her again, “And who is it I’m hiding with? Have we met before? I’ve got this nagging feeling we have but I can’t place it.”

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[kevna]

Siorreya - Green Amagetith

I didn’t cheat. I just made new rules. Her green said petulantly.
Well next time you should inform me of the new rules before we start playing.
I will still find you. Your two little legs can only carry you so far.
Yes but in what direction?

Her green grumbled at that, and Sio hid a smile, realizing that the man before her was speaking to her. Right. Not all people had a dragon speaking in their minds practically every moment of every day. She threw her hair over her shoulder dramatically, saying “Why of course, none can match my spirited self…” She then bit a corner of her lip, still smiling and tilted her head from side to side. “Unless you consider Rachel, Melana, Ny’x, Ceela, or Yvinka, or Riasu, or even Muse… Well she’s getting there. It must be a dragonrider thing.” She conceded with a wink, still speaking quietly. She allowed herself to get distracted from the man, peeking out from the side of the rock to see if she could see the green dragon, bringing herself closer to the rock, and in so doing closer to the man, so not to stick out too far. She snapped back to attention with a giggle, realizing she hadn’t introduced herself, and also to get a better look at him. Familiar? I guess he did look familiar… Maybe the gather? She did dance with a lot of young men that night.

“Oh, right, I'm still working on my manners!” She shook her head and rolled her eyes back, she could be so forgetful. "We are hiding from Amagetith. She’s a mischievous creature that I must claim as mine. I am Siorreya, rider of Green Amagetith, at your service err,” she paused realizing she didn’t know his name, “Sir.” She gave a show of looking more closely at him, and shook her head, “I’m not sure, you seem familiar as well. Maybe we met at the gather a little while back?” She offered, unsure of where else they could have known each other.

Suddenly a twig snapped and Siorreya gasped and launched closer to him, placing her hand over his mouth to keep him quiet. “Shells.” She whispered, her body closer to him than she had realized. But she was unwilling to move just yet, she didn’t want to give away their position. She peeked around the rock again, but no looming green dragon could be seen.

“Oh, false alarm, we’re good.” She was still whispering, but she took her hand from his mouth and took a small step back. “Oh, sorry. Again.” She chuckled, shaking her head at herself. “I normally take no prisoners.” 

Zen

OOC:Thanks for letting me manhandle him. x'D

[Zen]

Podrell

When she started listing off other women she knew who apparently could match her spirit, he shook his head, amused. Apparently bold women were indeed a usual business for Mavros. A dragonrider thing? This young woman was a rider, then? He hadn’t spent much time around the Weyr yet, though he was hoping to acquaint himself with the Weyr leadership at some point soon. If he was going to be Lord of this place, he would have to work with them in some capacity. Still, it was even more puzzling why she seemed familiar.

A rider indeed, as they were apparently hiding from her dragon… for some reason? A mischievous creature? This girl was strange but at least she was interesting. Siorreya. That was familiar too. But from where? She mentioned a recent gather… the wedding as Jask, he assumed. He had gone but- Siorreya! He opened his mouth to speak only for her hand to cover it as she pressed herself against him. Shells but he could believe it. He made a half muffled noise of exasperation. She was so very similar, and yet… she’d grown, hadn’t she? Now he was conflicted. That once annoying little girl from the glasscraft Hall was a grown woman that intrigued him.

When she finally removed her hand Podrell shook his head, “Well you haven’t changed much, have you? I’m a little insulted, Siorreya. It hasn’t been that long, you know, since you were so desperately trying to keep up with me at the Hall.” He grinned, teasing, “So you finally admitted defeat and became a rider instead? At least I can’t compete with you there.” They hadn’t interacted on terribly many occasions back at the Hall, but it was hard to forget someone that he had found so obnoxious… at the time, at least. But she’d only been a silly girl and he’d been focused on walking the tables. He hadn’t imagined he’d ever see her again and there had been a small sort of relief in that too. She was so distracting. That hadn’t changed either, as he took her in a bit more now that she’d put a little more distance between them. His head tilted in the slightest and he worked a look of hurt onto his face, “You don’t remember me?”

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[kevna]

Siorreya - Green Amagetith

His teasing made her raise an eyebrow. She too had changed. She had hips, and breasts now! Wait, how did he know her? The Hall? The Glasscraft Hall? She hadn’t seen anyone from that hall in almost three turns, though it would only have been one turn for the rest of Pern. He couldn't have changed that much, right? He did look familiar. Why couldn’t she place him? She put a hand up to cover the lower side of his face, almost touching him, to better focus on the eyes and the hair. That, with his obvious posturing, and it was like the roar of a fire beginning in her head.

“The Lordling Podrell! Desperate indeed.” She laughed, rolling her eyes and shaking her head. “Well, for me it’s been 5 turns since I’ve seen you, I guess you aren’t that memorable.” She teased, putting her hands on her hips, and sticking her tongue out at him. “I am glad to hear that the lordling also felt there was a competition between us, even if you thought I was desperate. I was good enough you noticed.” She liked the fact that he was pinned against the rock, to escape he would have to move her, and it gave her a feeling of power. “And once you were gone, the competition was all gone,” She sighed forlornly. “It just got boring and easy. But dragonriding? Never boring. Aaaand I like the challenges I face here.” She tilted her head, elongating her neck; apparently men liked that? “Careful what you say Podrell, you never know when a dragon will sniff you out and whisk you away to the sands. Plus, wouldn’t it be fun to be in competition with me again?” She winked at him.

Suddenly, her brows furrowed. “What are you doing here anyway, are you here for a glass-smith job I should have heard about?” She looked him up and down. Podrell looked good. The beard fit him nicely, and he had filled out somewhat. She wondered how much of the hoity toity Lordling there remained in the man before her. He had been so haughty and proud, with just enough talent to get by. Competition in deed. She had had more skill with the glassworking then him, at least when he had been at her level. She didn’t like the idea of anyone being better at something she excelled at.

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[Zen]

Podrell

She looked to be thinking it over now, and when she raised her hand up he wondered if she wasn’t going to put it over his mouth again. Instead she held it in front of his face, just barely not touching, and recognition dawned on her face. He rolled his eyes as she just had to call him lordling. He feigned further hurt, placing one hand on his chest as if terribly offended, “Not that memorable? Well who remembered who without having to give their name, hm?” He raised a brow, enjoying this back and forth more than he had thought he would. The occasional argument with her had occurred when they were younger, but those had been decidedly NOT amusing. Not like this, for some reason.

He shook his head, jabbing verbally back at her, “Please. I only noticed you because you had such a big mouth for such a little girl.” But he grinned when she said the competition had left with him, “I’m glad you realize I was the best crafter there.” Even he didn’t believe that. He had talent in his craft, for sure, but he wasn’t arrogant enough to truly think himself better than masters. In several turns time, perhaps, when he’d attained his own mastery, but not yet. He didn’t doubt his own potential but he would not improve if he thought he had nothing left to learn.

She liked the challenges for her here? Well, Mavros certainly had plenty of challenges to go around. He laughed at her warning about being Searched. He’d never entertained the idea of dragonriding, well, not since he was a boy, before apprenticing. There was hardly a child on Pern that did not romanticize being a rider or play at it at least once, before the reality of it struck. The unexpected return of Thread certainly dampened many dreams of dragonriding. Of course, there was more respect for riders during a Pass as well. During the Interval he had heard how some holders spoke of the Weyrs as drains on resources the Hold could put to better use. When the riders were not protecting them from Thread they sure did fall out of favor quickly. But there was no other way to ensure they had dragons to protect them come each Pass than to keep breeding them during the Interval, and for the riders to train for fighting it so the vital skills would not be lost between each Pass. Supporting the Weyrs during an Interval was an investment in the future of Pern that a short sighted general population could not see, many Lords included.

“How does one compete as a dragonrider, exactly? Do you count how many strands of Thread you flame and keep a record to compare with each other? Or perhaps the pair with the fewest injuries at the end of the month is winning?” He raised a brow, leaning back against the stone in a rather relaxed manner, “How can you compete with nothing to quantify?” He grinned, returning to his teasing, “Ah, that’s why you became a dragonrider. With nothing to measure it by, you can make up whatever you’d like and say you’re winning! Did competing with me burn you out?” He waved his hand dismissively, “Believe me, any competition you felt at the Hall was entirely one-sided. Yours. I was so far ahead of you it would have been cruel to compare.”

He was really enjoying himself. He didn’t normally partake in this sort of banter, but something about their history brought it out in him. Maybe it was a childish side of him but while it was just the two of them did it matter? She finally asked him why he was there and he cast a glance back toward the general direction of the harbor caverns before turning his attention back to her, “I’m here vying for the Lordship of Mavros. You might be seeing quite a lot more of me about. Lucky you.” He glanced back the way Siorreya had kept checking then, suddenly curious, "And why are we hiding from your dragon?" He leaned toward her a bit as if to share a secret and lowered his voice to a whisper, going back to his teasing, "She's not imaginary is she?"

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[kevna]

Siorreya - Green Amagetith

He really did look good, the way he he held himself, and the beard. He looked good. She rolled her eyes, both at herself and her thought process and at him, “Oh please, I would have just passed you by without a second thought if you hadn’t planted yourself in my path. It took me ages to get your name, let alone think you looked familiar.” She scrunched her nose at him. Her heart was beating fast. She hadn’t had so much fun with another person, let alone a man, in.. well. Ever probably. Everyone had gotten so boring. Maybe that’s why she hadn’t sought after Maz’ru as much-he had been the one more and more to implement contact. She felt a little guilty.

She gasped when he made fun of her mouth, comically moving to cover it with one hand. She knew she had a very nice mouth, and even better lips. “I have a wonderful mouth. You just have something against expressing true joy through a smile mister hoity-toity.” She said, mock glaring at him, but then breaking into a short giggle. She had to bite her lip to control it, though her smile didn’t dim. He hadn’t changed at all. And yet he had. There was no true mockery or annoyance that she could discern from him, more confidence, less pettiness. It was attractive. Though she was sure Maz’ru would just tease her and say that she thought any man who could keep up with her verbally was attractive.

He leaned against the wall as if relaxed, and the power she had was suddenly gone. She was shocked. With that one little move he had stripped her. He continued to do that with his words, and her heart seemed to beat even faster. Her competitive edge was coming out, and she pursed her lips. “Oh please, I would like to see what masterpieces you came up with that could outshine my glass dragonets. Even the Masters were impressed. You may not have noticed, even though you noticed how apparently behind I was from you, but I outshone you.” She took a step forward and pointed at his chest, then stepped back. “And why should I tell a simple-what are you?-Journeyman? The inner workings of a dragonrider, when your mind may not fully grasp it.” She took on a pitying face, pouting her lips ever so slightly. “Oh but you did ask… So who said anything about competing against my fellow dragonriders? Although, I do like my races, and betting, and games, the real competition is much more important. It’s a team sport, lordling, and the other team is Thread. The people of Mavros are safe, I guess we must be doing something right.” Honestly, she had never thought of fighting Thread that way before, never really let it sink in that the competition was against the Red star. She took a breath, trying to control her racing heart. Oh man, he could get her riled up.

Mine, are you okay?
Yes.
Then why am I feeling all that I am feeling from you? Are you flirting again?
No. The dragon pressed against her, and she repelled. You are just trying to find out where I am.
Yes, that is true, but I also want to know who is making you feel that way.
Just.. Keep looking. Or do you give up?
Never.

She raised her eyebrows when Podrell told her of his intention. “The lordling an actual Lord? Will I have to curtsy to you when I see you next?” She imitated a curtsy, mocking him. Though, if he became Lord of Mavros, it would be fun to be able to rile up her childhood-aquaintence-to keep his pride from overwhelming him. When he leaned forward and whispered, some of her wispy hair moved around her face. She didn’t like how close his face was to hers. Or maybe she just didn’t like how it made her feel. Her mouth opened, and her gasp was loud. “It’s called a game, we are practicing our visualizations. I visualize where I am, and she tries to find me. Not that it is any of your business. Trust me, my lack of sleep is testament to the fact that she is very real. I will not prove to you she is real to settle your lack of faith in my sanity, because-” She left out the this time, it was none of his business how many times she had lost this specific game, “I am going to win this game.” She moved forward and thrust her hands out to push him back up against the rock wall, where he belonged, to hide the fact that she was a little breathless. This sharding man was driving her flitter-brained.

[Zen]

Podrell

“Planted myself in front of you? You’re the one that rushed into me like a flit out of between, and then proceeded to push me up against a rock. For a moment I thought I was about to get taken advantage of by a stranger,” he pretended to be aghast at the thought, though there was a whisper in the back of his mind that he didn’t think he would mind being taken advantage of by Siorreya. He grinned, “Oh I’ve nothing against your smile or your mouth, though some of the things that come out of it are questionable.” Her giggle clearly meant she was having as good a time as he was, which brought him a strange sort of relief. For some reason he didn’t actually want to upset her, something he hadn’t really cared about before, when she’d been an annoying girl he just wanted to leave him alone. He wondered what all had changed. Surely she had matured some, more than just physically as that was readily apparent… and perhaps he was less uptight. Back then, anything that distracted him from his work had been a nuisance. It hadn’t been that long but becoming a journeyman had given a lot more freedom in his craft and he enjoyed the work more. He no longer had to do everyone’s dirty work before he could work on his own pieces.

So when she demanded to know what he had made that could compare with her own most prized pieces, he couldn’t bring himself to deride her for them. He felt it would be going too far. If they were pieces she had poured her heart into, then there was a good chance it was too personal to be mocked. He honestly hadn’t paid her much attention back then. He had no real idea what sort of glass-smith she had become or how talented she really was. She’d just been a loud and obnoxious junior apprentice that wasn’t worth his time when he was trying to prove himself capable enough to leave his apprentice days behind. So he held his hands out in a broad sort of dismissive shrug, “I won’t deny you whatever you need to tell yourself to feel better about your abilities in comparison to mine.” She jabbed a finger at his chest, getting so heated… his amusement was plain on his face. Had she always been this easy to rile? It seemed to him their roles had suddenly reversed with their unexpected reunion. He held his hands up in a gesture of peace as she went on about dragonriding being a team sport, “Woah, woah… I was hardly saying being a dragonrider is easy, you’re twisting my words. You seemed to be suggesting it would be fun for us to compete as riders and I was simply wondering how two riders would compete against each other.”

He tsk’d at her, shaking his head and scratching lightly at his beard as he looked her over. She really had grown… into an annoyingly attractive little spitfire. Her curtsy was rather atrocious as far as curtsies went, but then he was sure it was intentional. He grinned again, “Well if you’re going to curtsy like that I’d sooner you didn’t. But I will expect to be addressed as ‘my Lord’.” He did his best to maintain a straight face, curious just how she would respond to that and sure it would be amusing. He couldn’t imagine her ever addressing him like that. My Lordling maybe. But he was surprised to find himself pushed back up against the rock again, a little more forcefully this time. He couldn’t help but laugh at how riled up she was getting over his teasing. “I’m not sure what game you’re referring to, Siorreya… but if I’m your opponent, you won’t be winning.”

On some whim he reached out to grab for one of her hands and pull her back toward him. It was only fair, for all the shoving she’d been doing, wasn’t it? “I don’t remember you being so handsy… if you want to touch me so bad, you don’t need to be so rough about it.” As if to show her how to be gentle, he lifted her hand to his lips to place a quick kiss on her fingers. “Then again, if you prefer things with a rougher edge, I suppose I could accommodate you,” he wrapped his other arm around her waist and spun her around so that she was the one pressed up against the stone, “Is that more to your liking?”

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[kevna]

Siorreya - Green Amagetith

She laughed at the visual of the flit, and had to admit she had been a little frenzied in her run. But she had checked her path before looking back! He hadn’t been there! “Only after you put yourself there. I checked my path before I looked back, and by Faranth you weren’t there. I would have noticed a human being six inches taller than me.” She scrunched her nose at him, purposefully underestimating their height differences. He was very tall in comparison. “And only in your desperate dreams. I may not be a lady, but I have some self-respect.” She scoffed, though in truth she was starting to wonder what it would be like… She shook her head, feeling Amagetith press again. Her feelings were spiralling, and if she wasn’t very careful, Ama would take advantage of any weakness to discern where she was.

“An everything that comes out of my mouth is quite reasonable, thank you very much.” She couldn’t help herself, and she stuck her tongue out at him again. He really brought it out of her. She felt like she was thirteen again, trying to get the precious little lordling to relax a little bit, but this time he was reciprocating, and it was throwing her for a loop. What was with her? Amagetith had already risen last month, so these feelings, what were they? Shells, it was really bothering her. And wasn’t the autumn wind supposed to feel chilly? Why was she so sharding warm all the sudden?

His backpedal on her accomplishments was more of a mockery than a real concession, yet she let it slide, she was paying more attention to his lips now then to what was coming out of them. She gave herself a mental shake. Focus you wherry. Her mental barrier was slipping. “Well, I guess I could have elaborated how much fun it would be to beat you at a race between dragons-ah and other trivial competitions.” She also conceded, though she did it sarcastically. In her mind, she was thinking of more of a chase than a race, and used her voice to hide it.

His reaction to her curtsy caused her eyebrows to shoot up and a bark exited her mouth, too loud for comfort, but her mind wasn’t on the simple game she had started with.

“Oh it’s expected is it? And is the 'my' in front of it, an actual requirement, or just a desire? My lordling.” She heavily emphasized the my, and let the lordling roll off her lips in a sultry challenge. Well, he wasn’t her lord yet. No need for respect now. Though she couldn’t actually imagine saying ‘my Lord’ with a straight face.

His challenge to her ability to win had her narrow her eyes, and she opened her mouth to bite out a challenge of her own, but the words died on her tongue as he pulled her closer and brushed his lips over her fingers. She was so grateful for the long sleeves she wore, for they hid the goosebumps that followed the sensation of his gruff on her fingers. She was wordless. Utterly wordless. It had to be the first time in history. Suddenly, his strong muscled arm was around her, and she was effortlessly twirled, and her back hit stone. Rough, she definietly likes him rough. It didn’t matter that the movement couldn’t have actually physically knocked the wind out of her-her gasp alone left her ragged-but she couldn’t breathe. She was holding her breath. Was this happening? Nothing like this had ever resulted in a battle of words before. Her hands were resting on his chest, and she was looking up at him, it seemed like the distance was much less than before.

“Why my Lord,” she tried for sarcastic, she really really did, “I’m not sure how a lady is supposed to respond to that.” She was scrambling for witty, but he was too sharding close. “I’ve never really been able to keep my hands to myself all that well, you were just a hidebound gather-fool, you missed it." She was still a little breathless. “And honestly, I don’t feel like I’m losing, do you?” She was able to get a little of the fire back in her voice, one eyebrow raising to challenge him, her hand on his chest grabbing at clothing and pulling him just a little closer.

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Some time around the twirl Siorreya had lost her mental barrier, and the green dragon had switched directions, following the smells her bonded could smell, hearing the bleating and moaning of the animals. She knew the area that the small rider was in and she was triumphantly working to get there as quickly as possible. The excitement rushing through her rider’s veins only spurred her on. She didn’t want to be left out. And she was going to win! Again!

[Zen]

Podrell

She had an answer for everything, didn’t she? She still had a big mouth, even if he was wondering more and more how it would taste under his. He laughed when she stated that everything out of her mouth was reasonable and then proceeded to stick her tongue out at him. He certainly remembered that being rather commonplace. “Mm… I don’t know. That looks like a very unreasonable tongue to me. Particularly when it’s wagging such ridiculous miscalculations about our height difference.” Siorreya may have grown in certain… womanly ways, but it seemed to Podrell she couldn’t be much taller than she’d been the last time he’d seen her.

He shrugged absently as she stated it would be fun to beat him in a dragon race, “Beating my dragon in a race with your dragon would hardly be your accomplishment. I doubt you’d be the one flying. And besides, everyone knows greens are faster than bronzes.” He grinned, because of course in this imaginary situation, what other dragon could be his but a bronze?

She reacted rather as he expected to his insistence on how he would be addressed as Lord of Mavros, and yet somehow the particular way she called him my lordling was far from irksome. He didn’t think he would mind if she called him that, if she said it like that every time. “Oh the ‘my’ is most certainly a requirement…,” he replied in a low tone, almost more to himself than to her.

There might have been a hint of sarcasm in it, but there was still a small thrill that went through him when she did actually address him as ‘my Lord’. He hadn’t been expecting her to, in any capacity, even the most sarcastic. His eyes never left her face, seeking any sign that he was pushing her too far, that she might no longer be enjoying this game they were playing, but he saw no sign to indicate such a thing thus far. His tone dropped with their proximity, a small smile pulling at his lips, “You said yourself you weren’t a lady… so I’m not expecting a lady’s response from you.”

No, she really wasn’t able to keep her hands to herself. When she pulled him toward her he didn’t resist it, stopping just shy of kissing her, so their lips brushed when he spoke next, “I’m most certainly winning… because I get to taste that unreasonable mouth of yours.” It was perhaps the first compliment he had ever paid her as he closed the miniscule distance between their mouths, pressing closer to her as she had done to him, forcing her back against the stone, reveling in the heat of her against him and the taste of her on his lips. He’d never done anything like this before, kissing a woman out in the open like this for all of Pern to see. There was an extra sort of thrill to it that only served to heighten the passion of the moment.

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[kevna]

Siorreya - Green Amagetith

She looked up to one side trying to look like she had no idea what he could mean, and gave a half shrug. Unwilling to cede to his correct remark about his height. And her tongue.

“A bronze? And what makes you think it wouldn’t be a silly blue to better match your charming attitude? It should be, it could knock you down a peg or two.” She scoffed again, wanting knock him down a peg or two herself.

His response to her sultry goading made her want to tremble, the low voice melting whatever resolve she had had to extend this playful banter. So this was desire? She had taken a few men to bed during the intervals between Amagetith’s rises, but they had never generated this much tension and hunger for a man. They had been occurrences driven mainly by her desire to better her bedding skills. This was so very different in countless ways. She wasn’t even sure she liked the feeling, of an almost helplessness in his arms, but the way her body responded to his denial of her being a lady made it clear that lie.

He was right, she was no lady. “Between with self respect.” She whispered hoarsely as he willingly obeyed the pull of her hands. Her lips parted, craving the feel of his, and she growled low in her chest when he paused, tantalizing her with the barest of touches. The compliment, shocking and delicious, sent delight coursing through her, which quickly became arousal as he finally gave her what she was craving. He drove them back, but she barely felt the impact, or the crevices of the rock, her lips taking control. She taunted him with her tongue, letting him know just how unreasonable it really could be, his solid weight against her spurring her on. Her hands snaked upward, up his chest and began tracing his collar, each hand moving in opposite directions and ending with her arms around his neck. They were pressed so tightly together, but it didn’t feel like enough, she wanted to be even closer.

She used the wall as leverage, pushing her hips against his in an effort to push him back ever so slightly. She used her arms, pressing down on his shoulders, trying to make plain her desire. She tore her lips away and gave an impish smile, using her natural energy to assist her jump, and wrapped her legs around his waist. Her lips hungrily sought his again, her hands grabbing either side of his face, though one hand quickly abandoned that position to lightly traced his ear and then travelled into his hair.

Was it the coursing of her blood or did she hear wings? The wind was picking up, and she shivered, though she didn’t think it was the cold causing her body to tremble. Suddenly her mind reconnected and she realized what she must have done-or what Podrell had caused to occur-too late. A bugle sounded out, and impact of her green dragon hitting earth. Nonononononono, she moaned, mimicking her mind's cry. 

I found you! I told you your two legs couldn't take you far enough away. Or, your four legs? 

Zen 

[Zen]

Podrell

All of this was new, felt new. The dalliances he’d had back home were so tame in comparison. What else did he expect from Siorreya? There was nothing subdued about her and never had been. Why would that have changed now that she was a grown woman? He’d never much imagined himself enjoying such a headstrong woman but here he was. Was it their history, little enough that it was, that somehow made her different? Or was it just that he’d never given it a chance before? He had wanted women before, but never like this, with such a gnawing hunger, like if he didn’t have her he would starve. Was it because she challenged him? That had to be it. Other women he had been with had been so… easy in comparison. Many had chased what little power they thought he might have as a Blooded man, and to Podrell, if a woman was trying to use him to her own end then it was only fair to use her back, wasn’t it? But Siorreya didn’t care about his Blooded status, had always made that perfectly clear. She was… real with him, and being real with others wasn’t something he was used to, not when he was trying to play politics. He always felt the need to be on guard, but something broke open with Siorreya and let him just… be.

Her hands on his chest made him resent the cloth between their skin. He wanted to feel her touch. She wrapped her arms around his neck and he slid both arms behind her back to pull her in even closer. It wasn’t enough. Not for either of them. There was so much hunger, so much heat, his clothes were beginning to feel terribly oppressive. Shells but how could he want her so bad? Everything was moving so fast and yet it felt not nearly fast enough. A sound like a low growl rumbled in the back of his throat when she stole her lips back from him, even though he understood what she was trying to do. He hadn’t had his fill of her yet and being denied even for a moment only made him want her more. Her legs wrapped around his waist and one of his arms moved to further support her weight, pressing her back against the stone once more as she took his mouth back for herself. Everywhere she touched him sparked with heat that only drove his need higher. He wanted more of her than her mouth, wanted to taste every inch of her-

Before he could begin that venture, a bugle sounded close by, very close, and it caused him to jerk away from her mouth to see the green dragon that had landed and was now staring at them. The words that followed seemed to come from nowhere and he looked around in surprise. His mind still in a haze, it took him a long moment to realize it had been the dragon talking. He blinked at the green, still trying to claw his way from the fog of desire. A dragon had spoken to him? That was a first. It took another moment longer to actually register what the green had said. Four legs? He glanced back at Siorreya where he was still pressing her against the stone, their bodies still wrapped around each other. Ah, so this was her dragon. He couldn’t help but laugh, despite his frustration at the interruption, “So she is real.” His voice was husky and he shook his head, wondering just where to go from here. He wasn’t anywhere near satisfied. But perhaps the interruption was for the best, as he was reminded how very out in the open they were. What if someone had come along and seen them? Part of him didn’t care and part of him was concerned with just how it might affect him if word of his indiscretion was spread about the island.

With a heavy, reluctant sigh, he released her back to the ground and took a step back, which seemed to take about all of his willpower. He was not an impulsive man, and yet look what she had brought him to. She might turn out to be rather dangerous to his endeavors here at Mavros. Logic was returning now that they were no longer alone and he wondered at his own actions. Not that it stopped him from wanting her. There was still no small part of him that wanted to take her here and who cared who might see them. And therein lay the danger. She made him lose his good sense. He wondered if he should try to stay away from her going forward, and yet the thought of it was nearly painful. How could he ignore passion like he’d never felt before? He was at a loss, and he was very rarely at a loss. “It seems you lost your game.”

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[kevna]

Siorreya - Green Amagetith

His lips were torn from her’s at the dragon’s cry, and she wanted to whimper, but focused instead on taking deep breaths. She relaxed her grip on him, her arms slipped down and only her hands rested on his shoulders. She leaned her head back trying to think clearly enough to deal with the situation. A situation that Podrell had put her in, shard it all. She was trapped between him and the wall, but didn’t have the ability nor willpower to push him away. She blinked at his hoarse remark, then allowed herself a small wry smile, rolling her eyes at him.

Well of course I am real. How could I not be real? Amagetith asked, confused and a little worried. She then started to look herself over, testing each leg carefully and inspecting her wings. Her tail was last, but after a close analysis, she seemed certain. Yes, I am certain. I am real.

“Oh course you’re real, trust me, we both can very much attest to how real you are, my love.”
Oh good, good, good. The lithe green became passionately excited by this fact and preened.

There had been irony in her voice at the beginning, but there was true affection in her endearment toward Amagetith. Even if she was being a terrible wingwoman. She took a moment to praise herself; she was impressed by how collected her voice had sounded to herself. Inwardly she had hormones swirling and conflicted feelings. Part of her was angry at Podrell. How had he gotten her into this position? She was not one to swoon or lose control when it came to a guy. She was calm and collected. She was the seducer. To top it off, Amagetith had found them only because he had to literally joggle her brain with that suave move, making her lose her concentration.

They were still close enough that his sigh stirred her wispy bangs, and his grip on her loosened. She allowed herself to be put down, but it ached. Every single part of her ached. This was the side of her-other side of her- that cursed the fact that her dragon couldn’t catch a hint. As much as she hated him, or maybe feared him for it, she longed for the heat. The passion. Her body was still tense from it.

“It seems you lost your game.”

Sio made a strangled noise in the back of her throat, throwing the lordling a dark look.
“I blame you. I was doing just fine before I bumped into you.” Her voice was dry and she raised an eyebrow at him. But in fact, the worst part about it was that she had lost more than one game. More than one. She thought it a little too loudly.

Oooh games, I love games! There was another game, mine? Can I play that one too? Maybe we can play it when I tire of this one-

Siorreya’s eyes widened and she looked at the green, trying not to let her embarrassment get the best of her.

“Shells, where are my manners, Ama, meet the lordling Podrell. Podrell, Ama.” By Faranth, her face was turning red. She was starting to resent her green and Podrell to the point where she just wanted to run away and never look back.

What’s a lordling? I love games, and you helped me, so you can play too. That was it, if she could die from embarrassment, she begged the First Egg and Faranth to let it be now.

"I'm sure the Lordling as better things to do." She rushed out, looking at him pointedly. This was his and her chance at freedom from eachother, and they didn't need to expand on the obviously crazy ramblings of the green.

[Zen]

Podrell

The dragon was still talking to him. What a strange sensation… the words had no true sound and yet in his head they did, forming from nowhere. Was it normal for dragons to talk to anyone like this? He had thought they only talked to their riders, but perhaps - obviously - that was a holder myth. The green was a welcome distraction from the discomfort of being interrupted in such a heated moment, at least. Shells but he might need a dunk in the sea after this. Or perhaps the nearby lake was a better option. He laughed softly at the dragon’s antics. Was she really questioning if she was real or not? He hadn’t imagined dragons capable of terribly deep thoughts before, but apparently he was proven wrong again on the matter of dragons. He realized then that dragons were perhaps the one thing on Pern he’d never much studied. If he was going to be living at Mavros, in close proximity to them and their riders, he ought to change that.

Siorreya tossed a dirty look his way at his comment and he could only smirk in return. Before he could say anything in response, the green was speaking again. Another game? He grinned, recalling only moments before when Siorreya had claimed so certainly she would win their flirtatious game. And then he made the connection that perhaps that was what the green was referring to, and laughed again. Siorreya rushed an introduction, her face coloring like a redfruit, and his suspicion was all but confirmed.

Siorreya gave him an out. He could leave, and he should, but he couldn’t quite tear himself away from her yet. Especially not now that he seemed to have an ally in teasing her in the form of her own dragon. He raised an arm up to lean over her where he still had her up against the stone, lowering his head to a position that put his lips rather dangerously near hers, “Oh, I’ve finished my business for the day… I’m completely free…. And I much preferred it when you called me my Lord.” His voice dipped low again on his last statement, even as there were warnings in his head that he shouldn’t be toeing this line again. He could lose himself in her if he wasn’t careful.

It was another mustering of willpower to force himself away from her again, turning instead to the green to offer her a playful bow in greeting, “Well met, Ama! I would be most honored to join you in a game.” He flashed a grin back at Siorreya, “You were always trying to get me to lighten up and have some fun. You should be quite pleased if I play, yes?” He returned his attention to the dragon, “What are we playing, lovely Ama?”

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[kevna]

Siorreya - Green Amagetith

Her stomach dropped as he leaned toward her, raising an arm over her head, his mouth so very close. She narrowed her eyes at him. He was toying with her, like a tunnel cat does with vermin. Well, they would just have to see who would end up the tunnel cat and who the mouse. It was a test she would pass. She had always excelled at tests. Siorreya considered placing her hand on his face and pushing him away, but their last kiss was still too fresh in her mind-so she stayed very still, but offered a smug smile. “Some people just have to live with disappointments. I wouldn’t hold your breath, dear lordling.” Meaningfully she left out the my, goading him, and again, she was so very impressed with how poised she sounded, even though his low voice made her want to melt.

She was beyond relieved when he turned his attention to her bonded, freeing her from his intense eyes. Shards she was going to end up killing him, the smug threadspore.Ama’s intense joy overwhelmed Siorreya, who gasped, a little blinded by it. Her green dragon let out another bugle, excited for a new playmate. She was uttering all sorts of exclamations when Podrell asked his question.

Siorreya rolled her eyes, both at the dragon and at Podrell. This could get very dangerous, she would have to keep her distance from him. “I’m so delighted something good rubbed off on you.” She muttered sarcastically.

Oh wonderful, wonderful. Well how fast can you run? I want you and mine to find a place to hide, then send me a visual of part of the area. I will come and find you. If I find you, I win. I always win. The green ended with a warble. She turned a few times in a circle, laid down, and covered her face with the end part of her tail.

I will wait here. She popped her head back up remembering something. Oh, and lordling, you get to pick the area, don’t let mine bully you.

Sio let out a gasp, placing her hand on her chest in mock anger. “Pa-lease. I would never.”
Sure, mine. Sure. Hurry up.
Siorreya muttered obscenities under her breath, then turned to Podrell. “I guess I’m following you. Don’t slow down on my account, I can keep my own.” She was a very fast runner-had a lot of practice with Ama.