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 Posted: Thu May 02, 2013 10:44 pm
Ai was not her usual dignified self that evening.
She'd shut herself in her room through the morning's flight and the miserable headache that followed, and had managed to take a nap in the meantime. Her head still felt miserable, and miserable was not an adequate word to describe the pounding thick pain in her skull.
It wasn't the first flight she had spent alone, nor would it be the last. In addition to the headache, the emotions that had rushed through her connection to Zamanateth had opened old wounds.
She still missed Vervin, still longed to see him there in her bed. She was in private at least, and could miss him then. She could even curl up on her bed and cry, where nobody but Zamanateth could see her be so... unlike herself.
She had brought some light fare into her room- she knew she would be hungry eventually and she really didn't like leaving her room at least until the next day after a flight. She was hungry.
But this was the worst headache she had ever had, and she didn't do much more than pick at the food before covering it again and staring at it unhappily.
She hadn't felt this sick and awful since the time, many many years ago, when she had first tasted good wine- not the piss crap that a drudge could get a hold of. It had been a party, the sort to celebrate the lifting of the no-drinking ban on their weyrling group. A celebration of dragon growth. She had been curious and it had been very good wine. She had had far too much of it, she remembered.
This headache felt like the morning after the party.
It looked like it was time to bring out her secret weapon: Vervin's special anti-hangover recipe.
It was apparently a family recipe of E'kans'-- oh E'kan, her friend. She missed him, too. He had been such good company - ah, the old days of being fended off with tables and chairs, with the promise of a reassuring hug and cold milk afterwards-- that he had given to Vervin while they were lovers, and that Vervin had improved over the 30 turns she had been coupled with him.
She had no idea how it worked, but it did work - like a charm. Vervin should have sold it- he would have made a fortune.
No matter how she looked, though, Ai couldn't find her bottle. She could have sworn she had packed it. Hmm. Maybe A'vin had had to borrow it?
No matter. She would have him whip up a new batch. His father had taught him how, and for that she was grateful.
Though... she paced... there was still the matter of the headache. She ignored the smug presence of her bondmate as she paced, feeling like s**t warmed over.
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Posted: Fri May 10, 2013 7:26 am
Ra'jon was a barmans son through and through and so he had a very simple and ingrained philosophy that had served him well through out life,it started with a question. Do you have a problem? Yes, then have a drink, if no well then you clearly have time to have a drink. With this in mind after a disappointing flight he had cracked open another skin from his privet supply.
Ulfriskth was in full sulk mode, he had been beaten to his beloved, by a brown. A serious blow to a creature as proud of his own physical abilities as the bronze dragon was. Naturally the dragons overwhelming self pity was effecting his rider as well and no matter how Ra'jon berated and comforted him, sometimes both within the same sentence the bronze could not shake off the chip on his shoulder.
However Ulfriskth had not always lost his fights and Ra'jon was well aware being successful could often be more crippling than failure for the rider if they had no willing partner to help with a little release from all the pent up emotions and rampage of desires not your own . If release of a sexual nature wasn't possible then wine was surely the net best thing.
Once he reached Ai's temporary weyr he gave a sharp knock on the door and waited for a reply, the wine skin raised infront of him so it was likely the first thing she would see.
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Posted: Sat May 11, 2013 2:09 pm
The sharp knock felt like it went through straight to her brain and reverberated there.
Hadn't she said 'no visitors'? She had, hadn't she? She rubbed her aching eyes before curiosity got the best of her. Well. Who would it be? A'vin with the blessed tonic? The Warden himself with complaints? Somebody hoping to get lucky (who would find themselves being hauled off by guards?), an irate dragonrider claiming her dragon had horribly injured their dragon?
She opened the door a short way, it's lockchain still attached.
"I said no..." Wine.
Good wine.
She paused, looking beyond it to the dragonrider.
"Ra'jon." Oh s**t. It was the latter, wasn't it. But he had brought wine, so maybe he wouldn't be too whiny.
Then again, Ra'jon didnt whine, though he had brought some and the very awfullness of that pun made Ai inwardly cringe. She hated feeling like this.
Wine. Wine sounded very good right now. If she couldn't get rid of the headache, she could at least dull it with a drink.
She let the door open to the fullest extent of the chain.
"Good..." Oh dear. It was actually evening. "...evening. Is that for me?"
Oh to hell with it. She unchained the door, but didn't open it fully. Ra'jon was a watchrider, she still had guards outside, and the flight was long over.
"... I'm afraid I'm not at my best right now..." she admitted.
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Posted: Sat May 11, 2013 5:02 pm
Ra'jon gave a sharp snort like 'no s**t'. He just had to take one look at the women to see the poor ole garl was suffering the hammers. Which is what he not so affectionately called after flight headaches.
"Well that would be what the wine is for." he pointed out with a wry grin.
"You don't have to worry your not my type." He promised. He was getting on in years but not so far that he found a women old enough to be his mother sexually appealing.
"It's a tragic tale and I won't bore you with the details but I was cruelly scorned by the pretty kitchen girl and I don't fancy drinking alone, on top of that i figure you would be the one needing this most right now. If you feel like drinking with this old rouge of course."
He added with another grin, it wasn't a very charming or attractive grin, almost hidden by his impressive beard and the rest of his face covered in scars (he even had half an ear missing) but at least it was good natured.
Of course the visit could not be considered entirely without selfish intention, given Ra'jon's relationships with people in power and the fact that Ai was the only person in a high rank he had the slightest inclination to bow to, it ws always good to get in on her good side. Beside's he didn't know anyone that really wanted to be alone after a flight.
"So are you going to let me in or am I destined to have doors slammed in my face by two pretty women today?"
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Posted: Sat May 11, 2013 7:20 pm
"That wasn't what I was worried about." She was more concerned about her dignity, but surely she could be forgiven this lapse. Shaffing flights.
She opened the door fully, "Come on in." She glanced inside a moment. At least it wasn't a miserable mess of broken things or spilled substances. It was even presentable. She closed her door behind him, and gestured to her table, opening a window to let in some air.
That task done, and a bit of dignity recollected, she turned back with a grateful (and perhaps slightly sheepish) smile.
"I apologize for Ulfriskth's shoulder." she said, sitting down near her barely-touched meal- perhaps the wine would help, "It's not too bad, I hope?"
It was, she realized, fortuitous that Ra'jon had come by. He might be one of the ones staying with her here, and it would be good to have someone around who was more independent and tough enough to stay so... though... she hoped he remembered that she was very low on the ladder here.
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Posted: Mon May 13, 2013 7:46 am
Ra'jon cast his eye around the room as he entered but it was in better shape than he had suspected, he had visited Ai's old weyr several times so of course he had heard about her and her golds infamous flights from several of the resident riders. It was almost disappointing but it seems things had changed over the years. "Ah you don't have anything to be worried about." He assured her as he located a couple of mug from a shelf and gave them the visual once over to make sure they were clean,after that he cracked the wax sel on the wine with his teeth.
Both mugs received a generous helping of the rich crimson gold liquid. He looked up when she mentioned Ulfriskth's new wound and gave her a deep rumbled laughter in response. "What are you sorrying me for?" he asked with a raise of his brow. "As far as I'm concerned that addle brained wherry of a partner of mine was asking for it, I put some numbweed on it and I'll keep him grounded for a few days so he'll be back to his usual self in no time. His ego however might need a little longer to recover" He lifted the mug and handed it to her. "Now get that down your throat girlie, and you'll feel much better and less likely to be spouting appoligies when you don't need to."
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Posted: Tue May 21, 2013 9:22 am
So long as he wasn't sore about it, neither was Ai. In fact, she was sure that Ulfriskth would be back to being... himself soon. The same with Zamanateth and her smugness- she'd become livable once the clutch was laid and boredom set in.
In the meantime, drinking the gorgeous stuff sounded like excellent advice and she took a generous swallow.
The burn and sweetness was welcome, and a slow, genuine smile spread over her face as she savored the aftertaste.
"Girlie?" She said, amused, before looking appreciatively at the liquid in her mug, "I have always been impressed at your ability to find the best wine, no matter where you ended up." She'd heard rumors, not the least of which was the gambling game/interview he had ran at the prison. There, again, good wine had somehow materialized. "And you're right. After that, I find I have nothing to apologize for" She smiled slightly roguishly, "Not yet, anyway. Which brings me to an under-asked question. How do you like it here, Ra'jon?"
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