Won't See Me Coming [Sio/Kev]

[Zen]

About a sevenday after Dawning of a Brighter Future

Treyjen

Knowing how important this turn’s end would be, how important it would be for them all to remain at Mavros through it, Treyjen had kept them away from the island for a bit longer than usual because he figured once they went back, they ought to stay until turn’s end matters were settled. And maybe he was just a little apprehensive about returning. Ever since the island had come into view on the horizon he couldn’t stop thinking about L’rey and if the boy might have made a decision about whether or not he wanted anything to do with him. The closer they drew to Mavros, the more he wanted to close himself in his quarters and drink because he wasn’t sure he could face his son’s rejection, and he just couldn’t see any other outcome, because he didn’t deserve a second chance. He had abandoned him, just as his mother had.

Shells, but he just wanted to turn the ship about and sail on. Weak. His grip on the wheel tightened as he refused to give in to that nearly overwhelming desire to run. He really was a coward, running from his own son for so long. Too sharding weak to even think about him without drinking away his memory. Well he was more than a memory now and as strong as the desire was to try, he could not drink him away. He had certainly proven that last time he’d tried. He’d tried for days, very nearly drowned himself in every bit of alcohol he had stashed in his quarters, but the boy hadn’t left his mind.

His gaze shifted, settled on Yelanna where the woman stood at the rail only a few feet away, her hair wild in the wind as she leaned into it, her eyes closed. She probably had saved his life. He drew in a deep breath, closed his own eyes and just felt the wind and the sea for a long moment before letting his breath back out. His eyes opened back onto Yelanna. She was always such a good distraction. She seemed to sense his gaze, turning to look at him, a smile spreading across her lips and she made her way closer, “What are you smiling about?”

He blinked in surprise, as he hadn’t realized he had been, “Me?”

She placed her hands over his on the wheel and leaned in a bit, her brow quirking slightly, “Mmhm… you were looking at me and smiling.”

He offered her a suggestive grin, recovering quickly enough, “I was just thinking about last night.”

She gave him a dubious look, “I like to think I know you pretty well, captain… and that was not the look you get when recalling lusty things. You’re not as good a liar as you think you are.”

“I’ve no idea what you’re talking about, love,” he insisted, “I’d never lie to you.”

“Pff. Liar,” she shot back, and her hands left his as she took a step back, “I’m going to use your quarters to make myself a bit more presentable for when we reach Mavros. My hair is all a mess, to say the least, and I forgot how cold it could get at Mavros this time of turn. I need to warm up a bit.” She flashed a suggestive grin of her own at him and he was tempted to follow her and help her with that.

Instead he watched her go, staying at the helm as the bay of Mavros came into view. He sighed and braced himself. No turning back now. He glanced back, could see the Bright Wing trailing. The Sea Dragon, however, was nowhere to be seen yet. He shook his head, wondering if Karosh ever grew tired of how slow that beast of a ship was. He never complained about it to him, anyway. It would catch up eventually.

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Siorreya - Green Amagetith

Shards and shells, but it was cold. She shivered, her legs were soaked, but at least most of her top half was still dry.

How did you convince me to do this again?

It’ll be so fun. Her green sounded excited, and she was swimming quickly and as sneakily as she could, with Siorreya holding the highest neck ridges, trying to refrain from getting completely soaked. There were two ships on the horizon, but they would only make it to the closest one. Siorreya didn’t think she’d live long enough to get to the second one, not with the winter chill.

This was a bad idea. She couldn’t help commenting, and felt a shiver run through her. The green ignored the remark.

Just like we practiced. And on my mark. Siorreya wanted to roll her eyes, but instead she was feeling the excitement thrum through her. They had been practicing for weeks in the lake, and half the time Siorreya was able to perform the movement. The other half the time… Let’s just say she was extremely grateful water was more forgiving than other hard surfaces. This was the largest prank they had ever pulled. As long as they actually pulled it off and didn’t get harpooned in the process.

Okay, but do not drag it out long. I really would prefer you don’t get harpooned, and I don’t catch my death. Got it?

I know I know. The plan had been the green’s initially, but Siorreya had helped it come to fruition. Plus, the green would have forgotten it if not for her.

Why couldn’t we do this in the summer?

Why not do it both times? Sio refrained from chuckling. Amagetith had slowed down, as they were almost upon the boat, lowering more of her small green presence in the water, and the blonde felt her lower half completely submerge in the ice water. Shards and shells. The green was upon the ship now, and Sio loosened her vice like grip, reaching out and taking a nook along the ships outer hull. It took her a few times adjusting until she felt like she wouldn’t slip into the ocean, and then sent an affirmative to the green. The green lowered herself in the water the rest of the way, and then there was silence, a peaceful calm for but a moment. Without warning, the ship heaved, Siorreya felt her hands almost slip on the wet surface, which she clung to for dear life. Another few seconds went by, and then again, a large impact, and the ship heaved. A loud mix between a growl and a roar emitted from the waters as Amagetith lifted her nose out of the water.

For a moment, the rider thought her dragon had been harmed, but their connection remained strong, and she only sensed amusement in the green. Again, the ship was hit, this time even stronger, though Sio couldn’t really tell just how much the ship rocked.

One more hit, then come get me, I’m slipping.

She felt her dragon’s disappointment, but did as she was told, hitting boat again. Within seconds she could feel the presence of the dragon under her, and a tail was offered up. The green took this moment to let out another terrifying roar as Siorreya, shivering, balanced herself on the wet tail of the green.

Okay, ready.

With reserved power the green slowly lifted her tail as far out of the water as she could, and then gave a sharp movement that launched Siorreya upward and over onto the ship. She did her best to tuck herself in tight, but shards did she wish it had been water catching her, as she landed on her shoulder and rolled. She let out an ‘oof’ wobbling on her feet for a moment as Amagetith chose that moment to hit the ship again, and just as planned to move to the other side, width wise of the ship. Or at least Sio hoped.

“Fear not!” Siorreya called, starting to run to the jump off point they had agreed on, pulling out her sheathed dagger, her shoulder still radiating with pain. “I shall slay the sea monster!” With a shout, her dagger still sheathed but above her, she jumped, incredibly grateful to see Amagetith under her to catch her. Once she landed she wished she hadn’t been. Surely the water would have been a kinder landing. Amagetith let out a keen, rolling in the water, playing dead as she lay on her side and Siorreya squealed as she slipped into the water. For a moment, she was frozen, the water’s deathly chill sucking the life out of her. Amagetith’s tail found her, and helped nudge her onto the green’s side, and the blonde shivered.

“Shaards, that’s cold.” She muttered through chattering teeth. She lay looking up at the side of the boat, and slowly stood. “The beast is dead!” She said as loudly as she could, a clenched smile the best she could do. “And what’s left is just a silly green dragon and her r-repentant rider!”

The green lifted her head out and gave an trill, lifting a wing out of the water and causing Sio to almost slip back into the water. She let out a laughing squeal, barely able to catch herself.

Closer to the ship please. And lift that tail ple-please. She was almost never so polite to the green. Freezing to death was getting to her. The green did as was told, and Siorreya scaled the green’s tail as far as she could, balancing on the neck ridge, crouched there. Her front still smarted from her landing, and her shoulder was killing her. She focused on those instead of the cold, the way her clothes clung to her body. “I don’t su-suppose I could beg the captain of this fin-fine ship to let me board?” Her eyes scaled the faces looking at them, her hand sticking out in hopes they would indeed allow her aboard… Shards, she hoped the captain had a sense of humor and if not… was at least forgiving.

[Zen]

Treyjen, Yelanna

His ship suddenly heaved to one side and Treyjen’s attention was drawn back ahead of them as for a moment he feared he’d somehow managed to steer them toward shallows and run them aground, but no, they weren’t near any place shallow enough for that. Some of the men were shouting confusion at each other and for the life of him he didn’t know what had happened. What had they hit? And more importantly had it caused damage? When it happened again, it became clear that they hadn’t hit anything… something had struck them. What the shell? An odd sort of threatening noise sounded from the water and someone shouted about a beast attacking the ship, a shadow in the water.

That didn’t make any sense. He knew there were creatures in the sea of a size that they could certainly attack a ship if they wanted, but they didn’t. There were superstitions and children’s scary stories that said they did, but Treyjen had never once heard a credible tale of it happening. Moreover those creatures roamed in the deep ocean. He’d seen their sizeable shadows in the water, generally slipping away from his ship and deeper. As far as he’d seen they weren’t aggressive toward ships and they never came this close to shore. And yet as something struck the ship a third time he could hardly deny it was happening. Yelanna came running back up the steps to see what was going on, “What IS that?”

He cursed, “Shells if I know! Daksen! Get below and make sure we aren’t taking on water!” He called to the first man he saw. Before the man could move to obey, another strike, and he cursed again. Surely the thing wouldn’t follow them into the bay? Perhaps it had that crazed sickness he’d heard animals could get sometimes? If so it wasn’t exactly predictable. Suddenly a woman was shouting that she would slay the monster. He didn’t recognize her. Where the shell had she come from? For a moment Treyjen was trying to remember if he’d for some odd reason decided to partake in something different than alcohol this morning and if this wasn’t all just a grand hallucination, but he was never this lucid during such hallucinations so he was fairly certain it was really happening.

Just as soon as the woman had appeared, she was leaping into the sea, apparently to slay the monster, and Treyjen was quite certain they were all getting played. Yelanna moved to the side of the ship to peer into the water after her and after a moment was shaking her head, “A dragon?” A dragon. Treyjen ran his hand over his face in utter exasperation with the entire situation. A dragonrider had done this? If he wasn’t so furious about the possibility that they had damaged his ship, he might be impressed. Yelanna watched the woman as she asked to board, and several of the men that had gathered near the deck wall glanced up at Treyjen. At the moment, he was inclined to leave her in the water. Yelanna acted instead, “Shells, someone help her aboard! She must be freezing!” At the prompting, one of the men reached out to help pull her onto the ship.

Treyjen threw a glare at her, “She deserves it!”

Yelanna rolled her eyes, “She’s a dragonrider, Treyjen. I doubt letting her freeze would go over well at the Weyr.” With that she descended the steps, leaving Treyjen to curse again before he called Jusikar to take his place and keep them on course, and headed down after her.

“Are you stupid or crazy!?” he snarled as he neared the soaked woman.

Yelanna shot him another look before turning to the girl, beckoning for her to follow her to Treyjen’s quarters, “Come on. We’ll warm you up so you don’t catch your death.”

“Oh will we? Is that what we’re doing? Here I thought I was the captain.”

Yelanna gave him a rather unamused look, “Only when you’re not making an ass of yourself.”

“Me? I’m not… she…! If she damaged my ship-”

“It will survive. It’s certainly seen worse. She, on the hand, might not,” Yelanna replied pointedly, beckoning again for the rider to follow her.

“Maybe she ought to have thought of that before leaping into wintry waters,” he growled, but gestured for her to follow Yelanna, “Hurry up then! I won’t have a rider dying on my ship. I hardly need to have to explain that to A’zael. As if he’d believe this insanity.”

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Siorreya - Green Amagetith

Siorreya’s question had spurred a movement of eyes to one man, a towering figure with dark hair and scruff. He did not look happy. She shivered again as the wind picked up and was grateful when she heard a woman’s voice spur on movement, and one of the crew reached down to lift her up. She thanked Faranth for how small she was, making it easier to get aboard the ship. She wasn’t overwhelmed by any fishing smell, and even freezing allowed her curiosity to get the best of her as she cast her eyes about. Not a fishing vessel assuredly. Trading maybe?

The loud growled question brought her attention back to the man-the captain, and she narrowed her eyes. Shards, she made men angry so easily… A little spark of humor filled her and warmed her belly. Men could be so touchy. A smile twitched at her lips and she put her hands on her hips. “If I-I have to choose on-one of those, then I choose crazy.” She tried to smirk but ended up having her teeth chatter instead. She moved and took off her jacket, realizing it would only keep her cold. But so would the rest of her clothes… She considered stripping anyway, and was grateful when the woman who had been her savior offered to warm her up. She opened her mouth when the furious man scoffed at the other woman’s offer. Touchy touchy touchy.

“Only when you’re not making an ass of yourself.”

She giggled breathily, quite enjoying the woman’s spunk, and the man’s obvious fluster before her. She shuddered again, her eyes following back and forth between the two, allowing them to figure it out. She may freeze to dwath while they did, but at least it was amusing. She was obviously the pants in whatever their relationship was. 

You didn’t use your neck ridges, right?

I didn’t, I was careful to only use my shoulders and sides. Why is he so angry? She’s not. Referring to her savior. The green’s question was more curious, and Sio knew that if she herself had been feeling guilty, the green would have followed suit, though more probably would have descended farther into despair.

I think we scared him good, and he’s embarrassed. It’s a man thing. Women have more spine.

She followed the woman as she beckoned her to follow-and was even more amused when the captain hurried her along. What did it look like she was doing? She was feeling a little smug, thinking she had him all figured out. She looked back at him quirking an eyebrow as she considered the use of A’zael’s name. She was hardly concerned with getting in trouble and thought it a little petty he bring the weyrleader in. If he thought she would cower and apologize just like that he had another thing coming. She turned back to the kind woman in front of her, and gave a much kinder smile.

“Th-thank you. I do hope I didn’t scare your captain too much.” She said with the best innocence she could muster. “I-I told my green n-not to use her ridges. I did-didn’t realize boats cou-could be so fragile… Or i-is it just this one?” She ignored the captain completely, keeping her eyes rounded. I mean, he had basically ignored her except to insult her. Two could play at that game.

She shivered again, looking at the bed with some longing. Shards, but those covers looked warm. Her eyes continued to shrewdly study the room, skipping over the captain completely-though with his sheer size it was difficult. “I-I can’t tell you how gra-grateful I am for your hos-hospitality. I don’t suppose I could borrow a-a spare outfit?” She shivered again and wrapped her arms around her body. At least the room was quite a bit warmer then the outside chill wind.

[Zen]

Treyjen, Yelanna

“Tch. It was a rhetorical question as you are most assuredly both,” Treyjen growled back at her rather unrepentant response.

“Captain,” though Yelanna hardly said it in a deferential manner, more like a mother scolding her child.

“Don’t ‘captain’ me when you’re making decisions for me,” he shot back at her moodily, following the women back to his quarters and shooting dirty looks at a few of the crew because he heard muted laughter from several of them. He couldn’t tell which ones though, “Get back to work! We’ll be docking soon enough!”

Yelanna rolled her eyes and turned her attention back to the young woman as she spoke, turning away slightly to hide the amused smile on her face from Treyjen at her not so veiled insults, “Oh, he’ll be alright. He just has an unhealthy obsession with this ship.”

“I wasn’t-... first you batter my ship and then you insult her?” his affront was plain and he turned a narrowed gaze on Yelanna, “What do you mean, unhealthy? Shells what is it with women and talking about me like I’m not here?”

Yelanna tossed him a withering look, “Well if you’re going to act like a child throwing a tantrum you’re going to get treated like one.”

He returned a dark, mocking grin to her, “Oh, does that mean you’re going to spank me?”

Yelanna sighed and ran her hand over her face in exasperation, choosing to ignore him again in favor of the dragonrider, “Of course you can borrow something. You should get out of those quickly and get dry….” She eyed Treyjen and waved her hand at him in a shooing motion, “She doesn’t need you watching her.”

His dark grin remained, “Well I think it’s the least she could do.” Yelanna hardly looked pleased with that response, “We’re in my quarters. I’m not leaving.” He leaned back against the wall near the door, still plenty moody as he looked the girl over, “Change or don’t. I don’t care.”

“You really are being a child,” Yelanna muttered as she headed for the door, casting a look at the rider first, “I’ll go fetch something fresh for you.” And then she poked two fingers into Treyjen’s chest, “You leave her alone while I’m gone.”

He smirked, “No promises, love.”

She made a displeased sound as she left.

Treyjen eyed the greenrider for a moment before pushing away from the wall and shrugging out of his coat, holding it out to her, “Here. Once you’re out of those clothes, you can wear this til she comes back.” It still stood that he didn’t need a dead rider on his ship and his coat would be plenty warm. On the tiny woman it was likely to reach the floor, or near enough. He couldn’t help but ask, “Just what in Faranth’s name possessed you to do all that in the first place?” What an insane scheme. And for what? She might be the oddest woman he’d ever met.

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Siorreya - Green Amagetith

Siorreya wasn’t a deadglow. In fact, she found herself to be quite brilliant, and didn’t feel offended when he growled at her that she was both stupid and crazy. She rolled her eyes at him and would have stuck out her tongue if she didn’t fear biting it off with this insane chatter her teeth were committed to. She normally wasn’t so quiet, and normally their banter between themselves would have annoyed her, but she wasn’t exactly feeling normal. She could barely feel her feet through her boots. Were they even there? She peeked down at them, relieved that they could still carry her where the woman led and the captain followed.

"He just has an unhealthy obsession with this ship."

“So basically, he’s cra-crazy.” She gasped and put a hand on her chest, as if pitying the poor man behind her. The very large and annoyed one. She seemed safe enough with the woman present at least. She sharply looked at him when she said she had insulted the ship, ready to give him a scornful remark about his own lack of faith in his vessel-but he had already turned his attention to the woman. Their playful banter back and forth hinted at an obvious relationship, but his words confused her. Modesty was hardly an issue for her, she could care less if he saw her, but didn’t the woman care? She dropped her coat and took off her boots rolling her eyes at his petulant remark, making a sound of agreement in the back of her throat when her savior offered that he really was being a child. A tall and handsome child. She was ringing out her hair when he smirked and felt her eyebrow raise. Was sex all that men thought about? Unless he meant to beat her, and he had a new thing coming to him if he was angry enough to raise a hand to her. She may be small, but she had her dagger, and she was pretty good with it.

She was already taking off her belt with her dagger strapped to it, when the older woman left, but kept a hold of it while she unbuttoned her pants. She didn’t blanch when he moved closer to her and blinked in surprise when he offered his coat. She nodded, finally putting down her belt to better strip. He wouldn’t have offered his coat if he was going to lay a harsh hand on her, surely. Pants came off first, and then the shirt, but she left her breast band and underwear on. They would dry quickly enough she hoped. She felt much warmer without the wet clothes pressed against her, and rung out her hair again, her eyes on the captain the whole time, a challenge in and of itself. She picked up her wet clothes and nimbly padded over to a chair, hanging them up, then looked at him with a grin, “You don’t mind, do you?” She was walking back to him as he asked his question and she chuckled ruefully.

“Amagetith. She’s ha-hard to say no to. This was our first real hurr-hurrah to signify our official graduation in becoming a full-fledged dragon and rider. Plus… I really can’t say no to a little mischief.” She reached for the coat, grabbing it and pulling it towards her, feeling the delicious warmth already. She put it on and felt the heat he had infused it with spread quickly through her body. She hummed with pleasure, closing her eyes for a moment, feeling her chattering teeth subside. “So, captain, what kind of trader are you? I hope of nothing too fragile. I would hate to be in too much trouble.” Unless it was with A'zael... Or Podrell. She gave a wicked grin at him, and then moved to adjust the coat around her. As she did so she felt herself lose her balance as the boat rocked. A quiet surprised noise escaped her, and she tried catching herself by stepping forward, but she tripped on the long coat and barreled toward him.

[Zen]

Treyjen

Treyjen figured he might be used to it by now, what with the way Yelanna, Nalyra, and Mia all liked to talk about him right in front of him as if he wasn’t there at all, but for a strange woman who had accosted his ship to do so as well was beyond irksome. If he was crazy then she would certainly know, wouldn’t she? There was nothing crazy about his love for his ship and no one could convince him otherwise. At least with Yelanna gone the only way the woman could continue to speak of him as though he wasn’t there was to talk to herself, which honestly wouldn’t surprise him at all. Or to her dragon, he supposed, but riders usually did that in their heads when their dragon wasn’t present so it hardly mattered to him.

He was pleasantly surprised that the greenrider didn’t actually seem to care about stripping in front of him. Of course, riders did tend to shirk modesty more often than not, in his experience. He had been expecting at least a demand that he turn around, but she was either just that cold or really didn’t care either way. So he didn’t mind watching either, and didn’t make any secret of it. With how she watched him the whole time and didn’t say anything, it clearly didn’t bother her. Maybe she liked it, for all he knew. He smirked again at her question, “Oh, I don’t mind at all….” He was fairly certain she meant draping her clothes over the chairs to dry, but that wasn’t what he meant. “You know if you’d like to dry the rest, be my guest,” he offered in as innocent a tone as he could muster.

She really did seem shockingly comfortable in nothing but her underthings, and there was always something quite attractive about a woman confident in her own skin. He was momentarily distracted from her answer to his question. Amagetith? Oh, her dragon, he imagined. He raised a brow curiously as she finally took his offered coat, “Graduation? I must have just missed the celebration. Shame.” But some elaborate prank was how she chose to celebrate? She really was an odd woman.

She seemed to enjoy the feeling of warmth for a moment, and then asked what sort of trader he was. He had never told her that, but it wasn’t too difficult a conclusion to come to. Ships served one of two purposes, generally, and the Storm’s Eye was no fishing boat. “I deal in whatever I can get my hands on, but you needn’t worry about the state of my goods, we’ve been through storms that have tossed us about more than this. I just don’t have any frame of reference for just what sort of damage a dragon body might be able to cause to a ship’s hull.” He was less than amused to think that this might be the first time a dragon had ever ‘attacked’ a ship in all of Pern’s history.

Suddenly she shifted, a soft, surprised noise escaping her as she lost her footing. He stepped forward to catch her without thinking about it, scooping her up into his arms easily enough. He hadn’t even particularly noticed the sharper rock in the ship that had sent her tripping to begin with. He tsk’d at her, “Didn’t bring a pair of sea legs with you?” He wondered if it might also be partly because her feet had yet to recover from the cold.

The door opened and Yelanna stepped in with neatly folded clothes in her arms, stopping and raising a brow at the sight of them. Shells, he really couldn’t keep his hands to himself, could he? And here she thought he was mad at the woman. “Should I leave you two...?”

Treyjen couldn’t help himself, shooting her a suggestive grin, “Nonsense, you’re welcome to join us, love. The goal is to warm her up, aye?” She rolled her eyes once more and turned, setting the clothes on the floor beside the door before she headed back out. Treyjen laughed, “Lanna, I was only-” The door clicked shut and he shook his head with a mental shrug. She could think whatever she liked. Though now he supposed it fell solely to him to see the dragonrider taken care of. Shells. He looked down at the woman in his arms and turned that suggestive grin to her instead, “Speaking of, I do have another idea to help you warm up.” He carried her to his bed and set her down on it before leaning over her, “Do excuse my hand a moment.” He slid his hand beneath his coat, reaching into one of the inner pockets to pull out a metal flask, holding it up to her, “Take a swig or two. Rum’ll put a little heat in your belly.”

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Siorreya - Green Amagetith

She couldn’t miss the way he studied her body, not with how open he was with it. It just went to show men could never get enough of just one woman. She only giggled and shook her head when he gave her that falsly sweet tone informing her she could very well allow the rest to dry… She was cold, but not that cold. “What a-a gentleman.” She said sarcastically, then bit her blue lips to try and stop them from trembling. As handsome as he was, his woman-wife?-had been kind to her, and she wasn’t a home wrecker. Ship wrecker though? She felt amusement as Amagetith followed her line of thought. Meh, Sio was too cold to humor him, and she obviously didn’t need to encourage him.

He seemed to have forgotten his anger towards her, which allowed her to relax further, enjoying the coat's warmth and how he had piqued her interest. Why did he choose to be vague when it came to what he traded in? When she fell she expected to hit the hard floor, and even as her body had started warming up, she expected it would still shatter as ice shatters on wood floor. Suddenly arms scooped her up and she gave another surprised noise, her eyes widening at the man, and then quickly narrowing at him as he tsked at her. “No, only these folly icicles.” She muttered then looked down at the legs as if they had betrayed her. She looked back up at him. “You could have just steadied me.” She put her hand on his chest to push at him when the door opened and in came the woman.

She felt her cheeks flood with color, realizing just what kind of sight it would look like to the woman. Her mouth opened to inform her it wasn’t what it looked like when the man holding her spoke. She gasped looking at him, completely taken aback by his comment. I mean… She had never done a threesome, and wasn’t exactly against it-but that was-this was-he had only just caught her! She felt flustered, “Shells, It’s not what you-“ But the woman had put down her burden and left. “think…” She felt all sorts of embarrassed, and glared at the man effortlessly holding her, not letting him see how his evocative grin made her warm just at the suggestion.. She hadn’t had a man since Pod-she hadn’t actively been searching for one-but maybe it’s what she needed… Another man to help her forget him… Why did she even want to hesitate? "But.. What about your-your woman?"

She found herself placed on the bed, and she gasped as his hand moved under the coat, she grabbed his wrist to pull him away when he deftly removed something and showed it to her. Here she thought he was getting ahead of himself. She gave a short, embarrassed laugh, both at the way her body had responded to his touch and her own presumption. Then again, he had placed his hand where it didn’t belong! And without permission!

“You know, you could have just had me grab it, you didn’t have to tease.” She quirked an eyebrow at him and took the flask, hesitating a moment. She had never had rum before, but she also suspected she would react much the same way she had the first time… And she was quite the lightweight. But a couple swigs? What harm could it be? She took first one large gulp, and then another, scrunching her face at the burn as it went down her throat, and then looking at the flask as almost immediately she felt heat moving down her throat and into her belly. “Huh…It’s sweet.” She said somewhat surprised and considered the flask before taking one last larger swig and then offering it back, her face scrunching again. She couldn’t help it. Eh, but why did it always have to burn? She laid back into the bed enjoying the sensation of warmth in her belly as well as the fur blankets under her. Suddenly she rolled, grabbing a fist full of blanket and wrapping herself in the blanket and then settling her eyes on the captain. “Much better. I don’t suppose there are any games we could play while we wait to dock are there?” She couldn’t help the sultry tone-she felt pretty safe wrapped in his blanket and coat as it was.

[Zen]

Treyjen

He was not surprised but was mildly disappointed she didn’t take him up on his ‘offer’. Oh well. He didn’t have much time to be disappointed about it before she was in his arms anyway. “You could have just steadied me.” “What, you don’t like being swept off your feet?” he teased. With Lanna’s entrance she turned quite a shade of red, which was highly amusing, but he had beaten her to an explanation. He didn’t miss the rider’s shocked gasp at it, which only amused him further. But both of them were too slow to assure Yelanna that it wasn’t what it seemed, not that it really mattered. It did make him wonder though, was it just because the rider was a stranger that she wasn’t interested? She’d let him bring Reyene into bed with them before. He’d ask her later.

He was startled out of those thoughts by the question posed by the woman in his arms, “My wo-... Yelanna?” He laughed as he spoke and shook his head, “She’s not my woman….” He really didn’t like how that sounded, “Shells, I don’t own her… and more importantly, she doesn’t own me either.” He eyed her briefly before he set her down, “I’m free to do as I please with whoever I like.” And though that might have come off vaguely threatening, he wasn’t terribly inclined to soften the words, which probably didn’t help when he reached into his coat for his flask. It very well might have seemed like he planned to take whatever he liked from her, whether she wanted him to or not.

It wasn’t a surprise when she grabbed at his wrist but he was quick enough in his retreat that his true intentions were shortly revealed. He laughed as she did, as she realized he wasn’t doing anything untoward, though she was right enough in that he could have just asked her to get it. Still, he had several pockets, with several items in them, and she didn’t need to go rifling through them all. She took the flask and he sat at the edge of his bed with a grin, “Well that wouldn’t have been any fun, now, would it?” After the way she’d toyed with him and his entire crew, if she thought she was going to escape a bit of it turned back on her, she was very mistaken.

He raised a brow curiously as she commented on the rum, “You’ve never had it before?” It was sweeter than he normally liked in alcohol but it was cheaper than whiskey and stronger than ale, and it suited him just fine when the urge struck. She took a final drink and handed it back, to which he took a drink himself because why not, before screwing the cap back on while she cocooned herself in his furs. There was little but her face visible and he couldn’t help but laugh at the sight. “We might just get you back to Mavros alive after all, aye?” he teased lightly. There was little more than could be done to warm her until they docked. He wasn’t about to light a fire in his quarters and risk burning the whole sharding ship down. Her tone seemed… suggestive, as she asked about games they could play. And yet it was rather contrary to how covered she was. He shrugged, “None I can think of with you swaddled like a babe.”

He glanced at the flask in his hand, then shifted his gaze back to her, “Unless you like drinking games.” Shells but he shouldn’t play one himself, not with them docking shortly. Not that he imagined he’d get more than a pleasant buzz from playing such games with the woman. She was quite small and he doubted she could hold much alcohol. Particularly if it was rum. He chuckled suddenly, “You know, I normally get the name of a woman before bringing her to my bed.”

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[kevna]

Siorreya - Green Amagetith

His question surprised her… Well, not necessarily the question, just the fact that she didn’t know the answer. Did she like it? Had anyone ever done it before? Well, it’s not like she’d had much experience with men, except in the last year when Amagetith’s rise had instigated her sexual activity. Before that, men had barely touched her. It’s not like the way he was holding her was uncomfortable, in fact he was very warm, so it felt really good. But at the same time, she felt like a doll in his arms, completely at his mercy. There was no ground to leverage herself off of. She was still undecided when her savior walked through the door, and therefore the question was quickly forgotten in the embarrassment of the situation.

His laugh at her calling her savior-Yelanna as he informed her-made her feel a little silly. Maybe she had been wrong after all about the two. She quirked another eye at him as she thought back to how Yelanna had seemed to override him above deck, and she couldn’t help herself. “Ah, right.” She almost didn’t believe his words, though his tone seemed sincere enough… “So, do you let all women on deck override you? Or just the pretty ones?” Her voice turned from unbelieving to innocent on a whim, but she couldn’t help a snicker. She regretted it when he searched her, believing him to go through with his initial threat.

“Well that wouldn’t have been any fun, now, would it?”

She bit the inside of her lip to try and refrain from smiling but gave up quickly with a chuckle and an eyeroll. “I suppose not for you.” She still wasn’t sure why she didn’t just tempt him into emptying the other pockets and seeing where his hands took them. Maybe it was Yelanna. Probably that. Though she didn’t normally overthink much on other people’s feelings… She normally just acted rashly and didn’t think of consequences.

She shook her head, looking at the flask. “This is my second partaking of alcohol, but rum always sounded so… Manly. I assumed it would be sour.” She gave an impish smile, implying men were sour. The captain sure had been when she had met him initially.

She hummed agreement, starting to feel the warmth in her legs, and hoping her toes would respond soon enough. At least she knew they worked well enough to walk. Just not on a ship. She gave a smug smile when he dryly noted no games could be had with her wrapped up. A drinking game? She shuddered remembering the aftermath of the last one she had had. No… Better not. She scrunched her face and shook her head at him. “Best not… Though if you tempt me enough, I may emerge from this cocoon. I do love a good game.” If. As of right now there were more reasons to stay right where she was then to emerge.

She started when he commented on his lack of knowledge and she raised both eyebrows. “I hardly think these are normal circumstances.” She gave a lopsided smile and giggled. Did it really matter if he knew her name? She hardly thought he would care, let alone remember, especially as she doubted she would ever see him again. He wasn’t even a land dweller. “What good would it do you anyway? In fact, I think I’ll just keep my name to myself thank you Captain..” She gave a resolute nod trying overly hard not to smile and failing again. “Or was Yelanna the captain?” She couldn’t help poking the feline, especially when it was so easy.

[Zen]

Treyjen

She didn’t seem to believe him, that he and Yelanna weren’t… what, a couple? Married? Shells but he nearly cringed at the thought. They both enjoyed their freedom, thank you very much, even if it had taken some time for Yelanna to come out of her shell. It was hardly her fault, what with how she’d been raised, but he had seen it in her from their very first interaction… an ember just waiting to be ignited. His gaze narrowed slightly at her question, clearly teasing him, and made a mock sound of amusement, “Hm. You’re a cheeky little thing, aren’t you?” Though he did enjoy her spunky attitude. Even if she was crazy. “Technically, I never issued any orders, so she didn’t override anything. If you’d rather I left you to freeze instead of letting her order stand, you’re free to jump back overboard.” He eyed her briefly, “Yelanna is good at tempering my temper. Lucky for you.”

His brows rose in surprise at her admission that it was only the second time she’d ever even had alcohol, “Well, what a miserable life you must live.” He laughed at her previous imagination concerning rum and glanced at the flask again, “I’ve never imagined a drink to have a sex.” He considered her for a moment, and decided to tease back, “If you have such a sour opinion of men, then you must prefer women? Because women are what… sweet? I’ve oft found them bitter, but I do enjoy a good bite back now and then.”

He was mildly relieved she didn’t take him up on a drinking game, though if this was only the second time she’d had it, it wasn’t entirely surprising, was it? While it could certainly be fun, he’d have some work to do once they docked and he preferred to be sober for it. He hm’d down at her as she spoke of being tempted out from the blankets with a decent game and smirked suggestively, “I could just as well join you in there. I assure you, I’m very warm. And then there’d be plenty of games we could play.” He certainly wasn’t actually expecting her to agree, but there was no harm in making the suggestion, was there?

Treyjen chuckled when she stated that these were hardly normal circumstances, “Indeed.” Though he was surprised at her refusal to give him her name. Well there was a game, wasn’t there? His eyes narrowed slightly as she once more referenced Yelanna’s taking charge. “You know I can just as easily pick you up and throw you overboard as I can lay you in a bed.” It was an empty threat, more of a playful tease, though he did well enough to look serious about it. “Anyway, if you’ll not give your name freely I suppose I’ll just have to guess.” He studied her a moment, “Will you at least give me how many letters?”

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[kevna]

Siorreya - Green Amagetith

She shrugged and scrunched her nose at him. She had plenty of cheek there was little doubt about that. She only smirked at his offer for her to jump back overboard. “I don’t see why I’d rather that… I was just making an observation. You are touchy, aren’t you?” Then more seriously, “I do appreciate Yelanna’s kindness.”

Miserable? What a ridiculous thing to say. Siorreya couldn’t fathom what he meant. She had the most spectacular life as a dragonrider and she definitely knew how to keep things interesting. As did Ama. They was far from miserable. “I thought miserable people partook in alcohol, not the other way around. I mean, I was miserably cold when you offered rum.” She proudly pointed out the example he had given her unknowingly. She chuckled, and then made as if to think about it. “Sweet? Hardly." She scoffed, "I've never been called sweet a day in my life-bitter though? No no, that just won't do. Now salty... Salty I could see." She wiggled her eyebrows at him. Then smirked as she obviously studied him. “Don't worry captain, I very much prefer men, even if they are a little sour.” She let her eyes openly study him for a moment longer before returning to his face. He was ruggedly handsome. A different handsome then-no. She forced her mind to veer back. Shards, why did he keep coming to mind?

She raised an eyebrow at his suggestive comment. Shells, if he wasn’t married then why in Pern was she hesitating? Her feet were still ice blocks and she found it amusing that she’d be able to lay them on him and give him a taste of between, if only for a moment. She loosened her hold on the blanket and wiggled a bit to provide an opening for him, resting on her elbows and giving a seductive smile. “Well, I don’t turn down games and I wouldn’t say no to a little extra heat.” She gave him a half smile, wondering if he was all talk and no action.

She tilted her head at the threat, unsure if he meant it or not, and not sure she cared. She wasn’t leaving this bed if she could help it, though if he did mean it, she would have to be creative in keeping her place. She could be creative if she needed to be. She widened her eyes in mock fear. “My my, so threatening captain. But then I wouldn’t be in the bed with you and what a shame it would be.” She pouted-but again, couldn’t hold the face and ended up just snickering at him again. “Aye, I will, though I don’t think it would be much help. Eight.” She did realize that though she knew Yelanna’s name, she didn’t know this man’s and briefly considered asking for it. But if she wouldn’t give him her’s why would he give his? It didn’t matter anyway, she didn’t plan on seeing him again, so there was little use in his name.

Amagetith pressed in her mind, informing her she would meet her at the docks, their conversation was boring her. Siorreya relayed a message for her to be safe. It felt strange knowing her dragon was leaving her with strangers on a boat. She just hoped he didn't actually end up throwing her overboard. She'd surely freeze to death and drown before making it back safely to land. 

[Zen]

Treyjen

“Do forgive me if I’m a bit touchy after a dragon has attacked my ship,” Treyjen replied dryly with a slight roll of his eyes. And then the one responsible for it had the gall to come aboard and start poking fun about his lack of authority on his own ship while partaking of his hospitality? Shells. He should have just let her freeze if she was going to be so ungrateful. Though he found himself in some strange state of being both amused and mildly annoyed by her at the same time. He did enjoy the banter. Confidence and a sharp tongue in a woman never failed to draw him in, which was fortunate for her because it had helped distract him from his initial anger, which had now dimmed to a simmering annoyance instead.

She took his comment a little too seriously and he laughed, “It was just a joke, love. Though shows how little you know of alcohol.” She had hit closer to home than he liked. however, and he’d as soon leave the conversation behind. He laughed again, “No, I certainly wouldn’t call you sweet… though that’s no terrible thing. I don’t have much appetite for sweets.” He offered her a suggestive grin, “Salty, hm…? Well there’s not much way to know what flavor you are without having a taste, is there?” He had mostly been kidding about her preferences as well, but it was good to have confirmation, he supposed.

Though it seemed she still had a few surprises in her as she seemed to be inviting him to make good on his offer to join her, her words only confirming her actions. He considered her for a moment and then laughed, shaking his head, but he wasn’t about to turn her down. He was curious just how far this would go. Would she only tease him if he joined her, or would this end more favorably for him? Only one way to find out. He tugged his boots off and slid into his bed beside her as she made a very good case against following through on his threat, even though he had no intention of doing so anyway.

“Mm… a shame indeed,” he agreed with a grin as he laid on his side, head propped up on one hand, leaving is other free for… well… whatever he wanted. She still had his coat for cover against him, despite their now much closer proximity, so he didn’t hesitate in reaching over to wrap his arm around her and pull her even closer to him. “All the better to keep you warm,” he assured her with a wry grin. If she pulled away he’d certainly let her, but as she had invited him into the bed with her, he felt it a safe enough action to test what else she might permit. Eight letters, she gave him. His only clue for her name. It wasn’t like she’d been wrong, it didn’t really matter what her name was. However, she was an intriguing woman and one he would certainly remember, so he’d like to have her name to go along with it.

“Hm… guessing with my hands would be much more fun…,” his voice lowered, taking on a more seductive tone, “We could certainly make a game of it…. If I spelled my guessed letters over your body, would I guess correctly before desire won out?” He laughed softly at the idea of a sort of sexual game of hangman. It wasn’t a terrible idea, really. Perhaps he’d keep it in mind to try later with other partners. “Of course, if you really don’t want me to know your name, I’m open to distraction…. There are plenty of other things I could be doing with my hands… or my mouth, for that matter.” His brow raised slightly, rather curious indeed if she only planned to tease him from here on or not. He would certainly rather have a little fun with her than know her name, in the long run, and if she really did want to keep it to herself then she could very easily keep him from the pursuit of it with… other activities.

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[kevna]

Siorreya – Green Amagetith

“Do forgive me if I’m a bit touchy after a dragon has attacked my ship,”

Touchy and a bit dramatic, wasn’t he? It’s like anyone had been hurt, the ship had been tossed to and fro worse in storms, as he had said. Siorreya did find it funny that he had mentioned the ship being attacked, and not something more like, ‘he and his crew.’ Maybe his ship was more important than people, which didn’t surprise her that much. People could be fickle and untrustworthy. 

A joke? Right. She knew that. She felt a bit embarrassed that she had missed it-but obviously it made sense it was a joke-she blamed the rum, she did feel a bit woozy and she assumed it was from the alcohol. Maybe she shouldn’t have had that last gulp, no matter how it had warmed her. She wrinkled her nose at him, she didn’t like to think herself naïve in any aspect, but alcohol she did have little knowledge for. “I think I know as much as I need to.” She shrugged it off, trying not to let it or him bother her. Smiling at his laugh and suggestive comment, she gave a smirk. “Well I guess you’ll have to confirm it for me.”

She curled her toes happily when he removed his boots and laid beside her. She smiled when he pulled her into him, and she tangled her legs with his, so her ice-cold feet pressed against his legs. It would have been a bit more satisfying if it was bare leg-but this was well enough. “Hmm, I’m not complaining.” Not at all. He was deliciously warm. Not that he needed a reason to hold her.

Siorreya felt another wave of warmth in her abdomen at his suggestive comment, intrigued by the game he offered. She tilted her head up to him considered him and laughed when he asked if he’d win before desire won out. “I seriously doubt it.” She loved issuing challenges, and this one she fully expected to win. She loved winning. But this one would be too easy, now, wouldn’t it? Men never had enough good sense to overcome their lust. Well, most men. Plus, her name really was unique. And it had nothing to do with her parentage, which only made it stranger. She shook her head when the captain offered an out, giving a breathy laugh. “Oh, but I love a good game before other… diversions. Besides, I’m thinking you’ll lose your patience, and we’ll have plenty of time for you to show what else you can do with your hands….” She smirked and raised an eyebrow, wrapping one of her arms around his waist.