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 Posted: Mon Jun 22, 2009 7:21 pm
There were times when L'mel wished Dimeth were a green. At least then he was guaranteed to have sex fairly often. These were all speculative things, of course, and L'mel would not change Dimeth for the world... but still. That would be a nice thing to have in life, given his current frame of mind.
A permanent state of mind, for you. I don't know why you bother. Dimeth was grumpy, but this was certainly nothing new. In fact, it was a fairly average day, all things told. L'mel had avoided lice, and now he was avoiding the flu like it was a killing plague. It may have been only a minor, if widespread, ordeal, but L'mel was having none of it.
Unfortunately, it was becoming impossible to stay secluded. L'mel's stomach was rumbling, and his discomfort was transferring over to Dimeth, which did not improve the dragon's mood. Eat! You call /me/ a wherry. Dimeth did have a point, though L'mel would never admit to it. He was hungry though. And he could use some... companionship. If he could find a man or woman who didn't seem sick, maybe he could have something to entertain him as he wiled away the hours in his self-made quarantine.
Finally making up his mind to eat the Lower Caverns and steal some klah and meatrolls, and maybe some fruit, L'mel strode out of his weyr, using Dimeth to get down to the ground. He gave the blue an affectionate slap on the shoulder, though Dimeth didn't seem to appreciate it much. Ah well. You tended to lose every battle with Dimeth, and L'mel had long ago learned to accept this. His hunger took precedence over his dragon's impatience with the world. Dimeth didn't even wait for his rider to enter the Kitchens area safely before taking off, sending dust in his wake to hang heavily in the warm afternoon air.
There were far less women around than as was usual. It was the sharding flu, L'mel supposed. Oh well. He would have to help himself. And that's exactly what he did- the amount of meatrolls piled in front of the man was extraordinary. He took a full pot of klah just for his own use, and two large fruits. Ah yes, this was a lunch of champions! Well... Nearer to dinner than to lunch, truth be told, but it was technically still the afternoon. And though L'mel hadn't found anyone to lure back to his weyr yet, there was still plenty of time.
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Posted: Mon Jun 22, 2009 8:27 pm
Unbeknownst to the blue and his rider, there was quite a similar situation occurring in another weyr, as A'dan dozed in and out in the late-afternoon heat, half-dressed.
If you do not get down and get some food, said Sigranth in A'dan's head after a few more surprisingly tolerant moments, turning annoyed orangey eyes on his rider, then I will do something very unpleasant that you're going to have to clean up. Your stomach being empty makes mine ache. After a moment, A'dan lifted his tangled blond head from where he'd had it cuddled up against the crook of Sigranth's forelimb, and felt the dragon's muzzle prodding into the small of his back. The drowsy rider affectionately slapped the broad bronze chest, evoking a low soft thrum.
I'm up, I'm up. A'dan's stomach was rumbling -- it was too early for dinner, and too late for lunch, and he'd been sleeping off the last of the fatigue from the flu he'd had. He was feeling considerably better now, and with it had come the sudden return of his appetite. You are flying me down, and I am going to fill my stomach until neither of us can complain about being hungry for a week.
Pleased, Sigranth sat by while A'dan dressed lightly. I am glad. Though I would not be unhappy if we went to the feeding ground later as well, Mine.
Agreeing mildly, A'dan pulled his hands through his curls, and peered into the washwater. He looked fine, he thought. Still, as he strolled into the Lower Caverns a few moments later, he could feel Sigranth's low pleased noise in the back of his head. The dragon took care of him in his own way, after all, and he knew him... He was so absorbed in slipping carefully in and wheedling with pleasant little smiles and well-timed mild chuckles for the much-desired meatrolls that he only barely noticed the other.
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Posted: Tue Jun 23, 2009 8:20 pm
L'mel lifted his head from his meal. It was hard for him to give up what was currently the object of his affections, but food didn't fill all his needs. Just most of them, for now.
One day you will get fat. You will eat the same amount and you will get fat and roll around the weyr. I will not be able to carry you. We will have to retire early and I will die of not ever flying again, except to eat. Well, Dimeth did have a point, somewhere in his moody ramblings. One day L'mel's metabolism what not be what it was now, but for now he was in fighting shape.
Running a hand through his brown hair (tinted slightly with natural red highlights), L'mel froze with a meatroll halfway to his mouth. It was another rider- a male rider! He was pretty good looking, and his badge said he was a bronzerider. Usually bronzeriders weren't inclined towards the same sex, but L'mel could always hope that there would be an exception. There was something very attractive about the authority and prestige they carried. L'mel had never wanted any of that for himself, but having a partner who had sway in the Weyr could be helpful one day.
Scheming on top of everything else? I am going to sleep rather than having to listen to your thoughts. Dimeth was actively eavesdropping, of course, if only to add fuel to his fire of complaints. It was a good life, and L'mel took it all in fairly good stride. There were times when he got tired of it all, but oh well. Dimeth was going to sleep now, leaving him free to chat up his new table companion.
"Hello there. You look as hungry as I am. L'mel of blue Dimeth. I don't believe we've met. This flu is just awful, isn't it? Doesn't look like you got it though. You look perfectly fine." Emphasis on the fine. L'mel was feeling talkative and rather awkward. His last attempt at seducing another rider hadn't gone well, and he was still feeling the sting. At least he knew he wouldn't seduce this one, but that didn't mean he couldn't hone up his skills.
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Posted: Tue Jun 23, 2009 9:32 pm
Though he'd been half-caught in his own thoughts, bantering back and forth with His, the sound and approach of another rider caught him off guard. "Hm?" A'dan looked up, hastily shielding his mouth with one long-fingered hand as he finished swallowing the last bite of a meatroll, before he flashed a sheepish smile. "Aye, I'm quite hungry -- haven't eaten in awhile," replied A'dan, as he glanced up at the blue-rider's face curiously, studying the unfamiliar features. No, he'd definitely not met the other, but it appeared that he was quite going to get a chance to speak with him, perhaps even make a new friend. "I am A'dan, of bronze Sigranth -- "
Yes, you are, interjected the dragon smugly, prompting a broad smile from his rider --
" -- and I do not believe we have met." Putting down the unfinished meatroll, A'dan brushed off his hands carefully, and reached out to offer a hand in greeting, with a mellow, pleasant smile. "I am perfectly fine, now. I hope you're well, also... it is a nasty bug, nothing but misery." Memory wrinkled the rider's rather aristocratic nose, and he chuckled low and quiet, half-missing the emphasis. As far as he was concerned, there was little to his own looks at all. "Were you in search of company, then?" he asked, quite pleasantly, if blatantly.
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Posted: Sat Jun 27, 2009 8:37 pm
L'mel suddenly remembered why he never flirted with bronzeriders. They might sometimes rise to the bait, but even then... They weren't the best lays. In the heat of passion of Flight, greenriders were the best. But he couldn't afford to be picky right now- not with half the Weyr out. Besides, L'mel had heard of the concept of friendship. Perhaps now would be a good time to actually try it?
Not seducing a man? Being friendly to him? I think you have the flu. Dimeth woke up from his sleep enough to sound entirely skeptical, and a bit worried. He wasn't being sarcastic; on the contrary, Dimeth was perfectly honest. This behavior was out of line with L'mel, and thus, he had to have some sort of sickness that would cause him to die, thus causing Dimeth to die. No, Dimeth never did stop worrying.
Checking A'dan once over again (this time to make sure he did not look obviously sick), L'mel took the proffered hand and pumped it up and down once or twice before releasing it. If he got the sickness from this... Oh, why did he leave his weyr? For Faranth's sake, Dimeth was rubbing off on him. He was NOT going to get sick. And he couldn't just not eat. That was a surefire way to guarantee he would get some sort of illness.
"The sickness does sound really bad. Did any of your companions get it?" L'mel was still refusing to contemplate the idea that any of the sick riders could actually be better and out and about again. No, they were staying holed up, not spreading their germs everywhere.
"I came here to find someone to talk to, yah. It's a bit quiet by myself." L'mel gave a crooked grin, no longer sure if he was flirting or not. He was a bit too paranoid to keep it up.
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Posted: Sun Jun 28, 2009 3:33 pm
"No," said A'dan, arching a pale brow, "none of my friends got ill. I made certain to avoid going out while I was sick." When his hand was released, A'dan simply hooked it on the belt-loop of his pants, shrugging in a lazy ripple of broad shoulders. "As far as I know, that is what the infirmary is suggesting, still? Well, and proper water, but..."
After a moment, A'dan turned his head, reaching for a bit of fruit, which he bit into carefully. "Have you been... staying in your weyr also?" Slightly astonished, the bronze rider chuckled, reaching out with his free hand to clap the other on the shoulder. "No wonder you're lonely." His smile was faintly sideways, amused and slightly teasing.
Is he afraid? Amusement was in Sigranth's slightly arrogant mental tone, and a low rumble of draconic laughter rumbled in A'dan's head. Silly creature.
"There's no reason to worry, so all you need to do is relax." A'dan's voice lowered, soothing and trying to keep amusement from his voice. "Fretting will only make you more likely to become sick."
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Posted: Sun Jun 28, 2009 9:54 pm
A'dan had been sick? This rider had been ill? And he had touched L'mel? He was going to get sick for sure now! For Faranth's sake, L'mel /knew/ he should have never come out of his weyr.
You're going to die and then I will too! You should get yourself to the infirmary as soon as possible before you infect everyone else and kill the entire Weyr. Dimeth sat on the ledge of their weyr, his eyes whirling red and orange with distress.
Stop it. It's your fault I'm getting upset. He obviously wouldn't come down here if he was still ill. Now feeling more cross than panicked, L'mel calmed himself down. There was a fine sweat standing up on his body, but he thought he had done well enough masking his emotions to have A'dan not to notice.
"I know that if I worry I probably will get sick," L'mel said miserably. "But Dimeth is a really flighty dragon. He worries excessively about everything, and then it gets to me, and I worry too much." Running a hand through his auburn hair, L'mel laughed and shrugged, careful not to shake off A'dan's hand when it clapped his shoulder.
"I guess it is a bit silly to lock myself up in my weyr. I've been starving. And you look like you survived in more or less one piece. Sure you're not dead?" Laughing, L'mel leaned forward and took another meatroll, biting into it with a greedy joy. It was just nice to have someone to be friendly with.
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Posted: Wed Jul 01, 2009 5:12 pm
"I am indeed hale and healthy," replied A'dan with a sheepish chuckle, shaking his head. "If hungry beyond bearing. You and yours have little to worry about, if I'm any evidence. So I rather think I am safe, and by proxy, you should be, yes? Your Dimeth should not worry so much, though I know well how... persuasive they can be." His nose wrinkled a bit; he sighed deeply, shaking his head.
Clearly, L'mel was a bit high-strung... "But I'm fairly friendly," A'dan remarked, and laughed as he also took hold of a meatroll. "If you'd like to sit and talk a bit, I won't tell."
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Posted: Thu Jul 02, 2009 10:48 am
Deciding to faze out Dimeth entirely and revert to his true, more laidback self, L'mel leaned back as he chew, eying the bronzerider contemplatively. A'dan seemed like a right enough fellow, and he didn't have any illness that L'mel could get. All was suddenly right in the bluerider's world.
"Well... That's good to hear." Giving a false hearty chuckle, L'mel continued to eat, though he was no longer quite as hungry. It was almost as if he was trying to prove that he /wasn't/ so high strung. Though L'mel would never admit it, however, he was a bit of a hypochondriac. He had been before Impressing Dimeth, so that was one trait he couldn't blame on his dour blue.
"When did you Impress and come here? I don't usually fraternize with riders I can't sleep with, so I know nothing about you bronze fellows." Ah, so frank. Well, that was much of L'mel's questionable charm, wasn't it? When he wasn't attempting to woo someone, he was a fairly decent fellow, if brutally honest. Besides, L'mel was actually curious. He liked to hear Impression stories. They made him feel warm and fuzzy, and recall when he had Impressed Dimeth.
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Posted: Fri Jul 03, 2009 2:30 am
Unable to help himself, A'dan let out a bark of a laugh at the other's comment -- he didn't fraternize with riders he couldn't SLEEP with? One big paw of a hand ruffled back through his blond curls, and A'dan arched a brow, a small grin lingering around the edges of his lips. "I've been here in the Weyr for ten turns, and a rider for seven. I still don't know why Sigranth chose me, in any case," he said, shaking his head. "Arrogant, wonderful creature..."
The bronzerider's features softened, grey eyes narrowing, as he reached out once to touch the great, proud expanse of his lifemate's mind. "For all that he is flighty," A'dan murmured, smiling, "I hope you and yours are content."
With that, the blond bit deeply into another fruit, licking juice from his lips with a pleased sound, smiling.
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