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Everything was a rush, all the time. There were the initial Weyrling lessons that had always been interesting with Ianath, who was always absolutely obsessed with getting everything done right the first time. Inaari generally shared this enthusiasm and optimism, but unlike her beloved dragon, did not get so very upset when things didn't quite turn out that way. After all, everything was brand-new to both of them, it couldn't be perfect all the time! Things had gotten better as lessons had progressed, but it hadn't really made the new Weyrwoman-in-training any real friends.

Thankfully, T'ron - was always there for her, as was L'tan in his own way. She suspected it had a lot to do with the fact that she spent almost as much time with the silver rider as he himself did than their own personal friendship. Inaari just didn't have time for those things, and it was getting worse. Just the night before had been her long talk with Eirlyn about what being a Weyrwoman truly entailed, and given her some very heavy and distressing things to think over.

This had caused Inaari to retreat to her room for two days, barely speaking to anyone except to snap with overwhelming stress. Ianath, on the other hand, could not have been more excited!

Please cheer up, Inaarimine! We will be very good at what we do now, and there will be no more messing up!" Ianath was perhaps a bit of an optimist. You will be the best Junior Weyrwoman, and when I raise to fly I will have the largest clutch and be flown by the very best, most handsome bronze! Ianath was also very young, and had not yet been grasped by the fear that came when flights were mentioned to the brunette rider.

After all, T'ron was a silver rider!

Inaari's head came up sharply when the large silver bust into her weyrling room, brown eyes narrowing, mouth opening to snap when Ianath's eager bugle of welcome sounded noisly. Normally the gold was quite piqued when anyone came into their weyr without asking or really announcing themselves, this restraint now showing how badly she thought Hers needed to see Cavenath's. Cavenath! You are looking very big today! It is good you and Yours are here, Mine has been very snappy and I think that Yours will make her smile. She needs to smile. Anxiety was showing in the odd yellow-green tinge of her faceted eyes, causing the junior weyrwoman to relent and try to summon up a smile.

"Come on in, T'ron. It seems something that belongs to you has found its way into my room, and you should come get it." It was a bit milder of a statement than usual, but her nerves were strung tight with the ideas that Eirlyn had put into her head. How long did she have before Ianath rose? Probably a good six months now, but well. That was not a very long time when it came to humans. Stress was showing in the paleness of her skin, puff half-moons under Inaari's eyes that she had tried to hide with cool water. Brunette hair was tumbled everywhere and her kirtle was wrinkled - it wasn't usual for her.

Though she did have enough mind to tug at the wrinkles for a moment, a hand going to her hair before sighing and simply flipping it back over her shoulder. Nobody was perfect, and if things were going to happen the way she was trying to arrange them, he'd see her with messy hair one day.

The hand on her hair nearly broke Inaari's strong will and reserve of emotional energy - she'd just been going for too long to hold the nerves down, especially for Ther. Reaching out, she wrapped an arm around his long legs and hugged him, smiling nonetheless. Ianath did have a point, he would make her smile, and smiles always helped things. At least, that was what she'd always told her weeping siblings - smiles healed, tears hurt!

"So you decided to bring yourself? That was thoughtful." A freckled chin rested against his hip as Inaari studied her Weyrling companion and well...boyfriend. Boyfriend. So it was alright to ask awkward, personal questions when someone was your boyfriend right? Nervously, she released him and made space next to her so that he might sit, fingers worrying the hem of her bodice before she relaxed. Certainly Ianath was in better spirits after the smile, nosing back at Cavenath with some pleasure.

You are very shiny yourself, though very pale. I like it. This was stated as if her acceptance of his coloring was the most important thing in the world, and without it he might wither into dragon nothingness before vanishing between. Oh Ianath! Using this as a distraction, the weyrwoman in training pointed to the pair with some forced humor. "Look at them, seems like we lucked out with our dragons, huh?"

Some of the tension flowing through the young goldrider's body eased when his lips touched the back of her hand and legs curled up under her body so that Inaari could curl up against T'ron. There was always a bit of wistfulness for her when they were together: if she'd remained in the Holds they could have been joined by now. But there was no way she would ever want to be without Ianath, not even for a second, not even for him. And it wasn't like flights meant that they couldn't be together anyway - it was just one day, twice a year?

Logic always tended to win out with Inaari, settling her back into a more solid frame of mind. Lately she'd been having to stop and force herself into the normal thought patterns of the logical - but it always helped.

It enabled her to genuinely laugh and beam at T'ron. "I'm shocked you were even able to get a pie! Did you tell them I ordered it? Did they try to beat you out of the Caverns?" There had been several times, even as weyrlings, that he'd had to tiptoe around the kitchens very carefully just to see her. It'd always made her heart warm, and still did. Certainly Ianath was warm when it came to Cavenath, and had she been feathered, would have been ruffled out to show her pleasure. Instead, she was extending herself as much as possible in the little weyr, showing off.

The sun? I agree, I am very bright like the sun. Inaarimine has been oiling me more often, there have been a few itches. I am growing very fast - do you peel much? It does not show! This was perhaps one of her best compliments, that the patchy skin of a rapidly growing dragon did not show. It was a remark on the looks of the dragon and the dedication of the rider - always a good thing! I would listen, Cavenath. I think Mine has something to say to your rider. It was perhaps one of the more conscientious things that she had ever said. But then, her beloved rider was quite upset over this, and helping her was paramount.

Helping Inaari was helping Ianath - there could not be problems there!

Hearing Ianath's comment made the young woman take a deep breath and let it out, a preparatory gesture for a long oratory of some sort. Good or bad could not be determined when her owlish brown eyes looked up into T'ron's deep blue. "Speaking of...being here like this, there's something I have to ask you." Fingers laced with the ones the silver rider was holding and the young woman tried as hard as she could to hold his gaze. "I've been talking with Weyrwoman Eirlyn you know, and she ah...gave me some very good advice about Ianath and Flights." Teeth worried her bottom lip for a moment, before her gaze dipped.

"I am sure it's evident - I'm Hold bred and unmarried. That means I am ah...inexperienced in the sorts of things that will happen when Ianath rises for the first time. Eirlyn suggested that it might be a bad thing for this to happen." A pause for a breath, and a little deprecating laugh. "She actually flat-out suggested this herself." Eyes flicked up and held again. "We think it would be a good idea if you helped me with this. Help me be more experienced." Inaari's face was flushed red with embarrassment and shame under the freckles, hoping that with her curled against his side and holding on, the former glass-smith would not go running. She wasn't sure she could hold it together anymore if he did.

...every time? There was supposed to be more than one, wasn't there? That was how those things worked, and why she had eight siblings and several nieces and nephews scattered about the breadth of their cothold and surrounding areas as her brothers and sisters could manage. Every time? That caused the girl to at first smile shyly, and it grew and grew until Inaari was all but beaming in T'ron's lap. Her hand released him and latched around his neck with a incredibly relieved laugh, a soft kiss still hesitant with the fact that she was not quite used to having someone to demonstrate such affections on this openly.

Ianath was on the receiving end of some of this happiness as well, lifting her head to let out a brassy bugle of happiness into the weyr. This is very good, Inaarimine! Now we will be the best in the weyr and our flight will be the highest, furthest, and I will lay many eggs. Especially when my bronze catches me. I look like I can lay many eggs, do I not? It was directed at the two who could hear her, and hopefully the third who could not. Inaari was still puzzled as to who it was that was 'her' bronze, but the exultant crowing her mind only made the girl laugh more, until she was all but weak in T'ron's arms.

"Yes Ianath, you will lay the most eggs and be the most beloved queen, because you are the best. But make sure you stay away from Feynath's bronze, or else Eirlyn will have us left out for Thread!" That was still a fresh memory, the terror she'd felt when for a short moment the Weyrwoman had thought that Inaari might want to step up and take her weyrmate and her place. No, Inaari was happy enough to help without being in charge - being totally in charge was a level of culpability she was not ready for at all!

Settling from the giggles and eased of most of her tension, chocolate eyes gleamed up at T'ron. "So every time? How many is every?" She couldn't help but be curious - at least she knew he was firmly rooted with her now, even if they had weeks before their ban was lifted. Inaari, like every teenage girl, was deprecating about her skills with boys. "And...you're okay that...well. Flights. Being Flights." He was weyrbred, he should know what that meant, and agreed anyway. That was good! Oh, this was so confusing!

Loathe to look away, she spared only a quick smile over towards the industriously irritating little firelizards - at least they were happy to annoy the dragons instead of their human for a change. This was a fairly important conversation, and dealing with the two little dragon forebears trying to crawl all into her clothing didn't exactly help anyone focus. Because then T'ron had to reach in and pull them out, which meant that her clothes got all disheveled, hands were on skin, and at any point anyone could just wander in. They were still on a ban!

Her eyes gleamed with mischief and a bit of a smug quality - obviously he cared enough to throw the other man out, and that said a lot. Flight-born sex was one thing, any contact afterwards was optional, and Ianath was not the Senior queen to force her rider to play nice with the bronzerider. "As long as you are not trying to teach them to fly, I don't care what you do with the bronzeriders. I certainly won't be keeping any of them around me, though I think Ianath favors Pioth as a companion when she cannot have Cavenath." A blush rose under her freckles and eyes dipped to stare intently at T'ron's collarbone.

"And uhm...I think...I think that's a good number. Often. Many." The thought came to Inaari that it would be lovely if they could share a weyr. Ianath would certainly coo at the idea of having Cavenath with her always, and Inaari would simply love having T'ron near. But she was a weyrwoman, and weyrwomen did not share their rooms. Maybe she would be the first? It remained to be seen. "I hope to expect you more than those mornings though. Many mornings, in fact." Fingers tangled in his shirt and tugged playfully. "Even more evenings. Once we're not weyrlings, there'll be more time for...those things." A shy smile, and then she stretched up to kiss his chin - it was only as far as she could reach!

Ianath, content that hers was calmed and contented, was paying more attention to Cavenath and the little flits. Never before had they come so very close to the queen dragon, and her big blunt nose was poking in where they were preening the great silver. I have not been so close to little ones before. Hello little ones, you are very tiny. Her eyes whirled as she cooed and chirped at them, trying to catch their attention. Cavenath, are they not annoying? They looked so, but it could not hurt to have extra cleanings! Maybe that was why he was so very gleaming?

Ianath was for all intents and purposes a child. So when she looked over to her rider to show Inaari the two little ones that were clambering all over her great gold body, she saw exactly what the pair were up to and immediately looked away. That wasn't any of her interest, certainly. Cavenath was pretty and charming and wonderful, but his rider had no place putting hands on hers! But alternately he made Inaari happy. That was more important, and Ianath could fuss at the Holder girl later about Inappropriate Conduct.

The flits were quite interesting, the way they thought in odd pictures without words, little chirps sufficing. They tickle, Cavenath! Ooh, but that is a good spot! Inaari has trouble reaching there sometimes to scratch...oooh! The dragon's tail lashed against the rock wall of the weyr with startled little chirps that sounded almost like a giggle when the little black firelizard disappeared into a wing joint to clean away some of the skin that had been accumulating there.

That got her rider's attention diverted to look up from T'ron's lap where they had been firmly involved with each other. "Ianath, are you alright?" Brown eyes widened as the flit climbed in and out of the sensitive joint, causing her to let out that happy sound again. You are silly, my love. Try to not shake the weyr down around our heads, please? Whirling blue eyes considered her rider and Cavenath's for a moment before heading for the edge of the weyr ledge. Come out in the sun, Cavenath! Mine does not want me to hit the weyr, and it is very warm. We can nap, and I like the sun. Also, everyone looked at her when she slept on the ledge - Ianath liked being looked at.

Turning back to her previous object of interest, Inaari bit her puffy bottom lip and had an interesting thought. Something she had seen once, before overhearing that it was a thing that would drive a boy crazy. Driving T'ron crazy sounded rather appealing to Inaari, now that she was confident that he was interested. Rising to her knees, the brunette hiked her skirt up above them and then sat almost primly on the silver rider's knees, scooting just close enough to kiss him again. The pre-wrinkled fabric fell back to expose incredibly freckled legs - how had that happened? She could never figure it out, but wasn't worrying about that now.

Now, her eyes were on T'ron's face as she kissed him again very lightly, moving closer. "Now that the children are taken care of..." Her smile was hopeful, brilliant, and sunny. It was a very good thing for her that they were under restriction, and she had no idea how very lucky she was, the minx!

Oh she'd noticed. Inaari had noted each movement of his hands rather clearly even as T'ron had dragged his goldrider girlfriend all but onto the part of him that was most unyielding and new to her for that glorious kiss. It was how the freckled teen had wanted to be kissed, like there was nothing in the world he was thinking about but kissing her. Oh of course T'ron was always a thoughtful young man, taking his care with the inexperienced Inaari, but it was always sweet and never hot. Well now she was feeling hot and as his fingers trembled against that satiny skin on her inner thigh, her world melted. Pushing away to let her head drop onto the silverrider's shoulder there was a ragged breath and when the calloused tips touched again, a light moan. "Oh Therion."

That was when Ianath, who had been happily laying her head against Cavenath's forearm, shot up her wedged head and bugled most distressingly. Inaarimine? What is that? What are you doing? It does not feel right, Inaarimine! Eyes whirled distressingly and almost like she'd been born with wings, the girl all but flew away from the man she was determined to give her heart to care for the dragon who was her soul. The flits scattered and whirled like birds as Inaari flung herself up onto Ianath's back to hug her neck and murmur rapidly in a low voice. Her eyes were closed and forehead pressed to that golden skin like there was perhaps a prayer in her mind. Finally Ianath settled again and chocolate eyes looked up with half-exposed terror in them.

"I think...I think I just figured out why we're...why we're not allowed to do that. She was scared, Ther." Honorifics were forgotten in her vulnerability. "Scared and...I don't even know. Almost liked it?" Cheeks burned in her tanned face and an impish smile found its way out. "I did." But then her head shot up. "Ther, we shouldn't be alone anymore. At all." Arms tightened around Ianath's big neck and her cheek rubbed against the hide reassuringly. There was no room for making mistakes when it came to dragons, and you couldn't even have near-misses. This was a near-miss, and couldn't happen again.

They really had to lift that sharding restriction!