Post by Hiko on Oct 22, 2012 18:49:50 GMT -5
K'tel yawned, stretching as she lay in bed. Set up for most of the sevenday with the night watch, it was far too easy for the woman to just turn over and curl up under the blankets to continue sleeping. Instead of the comforting warmth of the bed, however, she felt an unnatural hunger.
…
Ah. Shells
“Tibby,” K'tel groaned aloud, not at all pleased with the dragon's cycle. Since their move from the more temperate climate of Benden, the green's mating habits had become unnatural; Tibiath had taken to rising every third month, as opposed to her former, slightly extended routine. “Couldn't this have waited until I was more awake? Or hadn't been on the night-shift all week? It's like you want me to hate this.”
The green rumbled a rather irritated sound and launched herself from the ledge with such a force, K'tel wondered if the dragon hadn't hit Pallath on the way out.
“Ugh. R'get, if you're around, I'm going to be up for a lot of drinking after this.” K'tel called out as she shrugged into a light jacket and followed her lusting lifemate outside.
The dragon hadn't even bothered with the feeding pens, she realized, watching Tibiath soar into the sky. As small as she was, K'tel supposed the dragon didn't really need to bother, to keep up that sort of energy – and it wasn't as if she were expected to last long for a decent clutch, at any rate. For that, K'tel supposed she should be thankful.
Tibiath's call went out to the males of the Weyr: Come. Chase. Catch me if you can.
And then Tibiath's need was K'tel's own.
…
Ah. Shells
“Tibby,” K'tel groaned aloud, not at all pleased with the dragon's cycle. Since their move from the more temperate climate of Benden, the green's mating habits had become unnatural; Tibiath had taken to rising every third month, as opposed to her former, slightly extended routine. “Couldn't this have waited until I was more awake? Or hadn't been on the night-shift all week? It's like you want me to hate this.”
The green rumbled a rather irritated sound and launched herself from the ledge with such a force, K'tel wondered if the dragon hadn't hit Pallath on the way out.
“Ugh. R'get, if you're around, I'm going to be up for a lot of drinking after this.” K'tel called out as she shrugged into a light jacket and followed her lusting lifemate outside.
The dragon hadn't even bothered with the feeding pens, she realized, watching Tibiath soar into the sky. As small as she was, K'tel supposed the dragon didn't really need to bother, to keep up that sort of energy – and it wasn't as if she were expected to last long for a decent clutch, at any rate. For that, K'tel supposed she should be thankful.
Tibiath's call went out to the males of the Weyr: Come. Chase. Catch me if you can.
And then Tibiath's need was K'tel's own.