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 Posted: Mon Jul 19, 2010 1:46 pm
His head buzzed. Eggs. Lessons. Invaders, or so the residents of Trine were calling them. A little time for reflection and relaxation was what he needed and as such, straight after dinner, Kyros was walking along the edge of one of Trine's great lakes. So much to take in, but the peace of the setting sun reflected on the water was helping. A sudden chattering caught at his attention, and the tall young man came to a halt in order to watch the flock - faire that was - of firelizards zoom overhead. They were lost from sight again a moment later as they all hopped between, but rather than move off again Kyros pulled off his shirt, kicked off his shoes, and sat down at the water's edge.
Giving a quiet sigh of weariness, the muscular fishercrafter lay back on the bank and looked up into the heavens. Candidate. Maybe rider to be. All of this would have seemed impossible to him a sevenday or two ago, and he certainly wouldn't have believed that two clutches would lie on the sands, or that Trine would be full of Benden healers. It was all too strange for him to really take in as yet, but at least out here he could contemplate it all without having to listen to the sounds of other people's anger and stress.
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Posted: Mon Jul 19, 2010 2:12 pm
Shortly behind that fair of firelizards came a girl whooping as she rushed towards the water, her arms busy helping her body shed the unneeded amount of clothing that would only weigh her down. Ofelia still didn't know how to swim despite her few months at the Weyr and her constant attempts at such a feat every day but that certainly didn't stop her from always charging in like a raging bull. Around her head a green firelizard shrieked with the same kind of joy while what looked like a golden beast just hissed unhappily before they both darted off between, leaving the young woman to enter the water with her usual loud gusto.
"MNNFKJDHFSD SHARDIN' COLD LIKE ALWAYS."
Ofelia had hoped that the sun from the day would have heated the shallow waters up enough that she wouldn't instantly get covered in goosebumps from head to toe the moment she splashed in. She apparently hoped wrong as her skin began to crawl from the cold, her whole body dropping down into the surf as if to try and warm herself. She hadn't been paying attention to see if anyone else was around, not that she would have cared if she'd noticed, and the tanner merely stood still for a moment or two before she stood back up.
Her long reddish-blonde hair was still pulled up into it's messy buns and even funnier looking braids, though one of them had half fallen out and the loose strands stuck to her shoulder.
" . . . nah, still cold. I dunno why I keep doin' this."
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Posted: Mon Jul 19, 2010 2:22 pm
The sudden whoop made Kyros start slightly, but he quickly identified the noise as nonthreatening and sat up slowly to see who was making it. Ah. A semi-naked woman with fair hair; northern maybe? He didn't recognize her from candidate lessons, and she certainly looked young enough to stand, so she had to be a crafter of some kind he supposed, maybe she was a fresh journeywoman, come south to study different techniques...
Interesting skin tone she had. Skin tones. Pretty enough all the same, however; that hair of hers really was quite striking, and of course her flitts were very pretty. He'd always fancied a flitt of his own, but the chance to get one had never come up.
Deciding that he might as well introduce himself, Kyros kicked out of his trousers and waded into the water in just his underwear; there was little worse than walking around in sodden trousers. "It's warmer than the ocean," he commented with a smile, "but it's certainly no hot bath. My name's Kyros, I arrived here just a few days ago. Who're you?"
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Posted: Tue Jul 20, 2010 2:56 pm
Ofelia had been trying to rub some heat into her arms and legs when she felt the water around her stir with more than just her own movements and she nearly startled into tripping over as the sound of a deep voice filled her ears. Her head swung up quickly and her eyes drew wide as she took in the figure that was approaching her, a young man wearing hardly anything more than his small clothes.
Almost instantly her mind wanted to chide him for being so indecent in public when it quickly reminded her that she too was wearing next to nothing but her own undergarments. That being thought and not said she snapped her jaw shut silently and instead listened to whatever this approaching stranger had to say.
"'m Ofelia, but most jus' call me Ofie. Yer welcome ta do so if ya like, seein' as I'll respond ta jus' 'bout anythin' called mah way. I'm not from 'ere either, from the Tanner Crafthall, but I suppose I've been 'ere a bit longer 'en you, 'bout three or so months."
Ofelia took a step closer to this nearly-naked figure, her eyes squinting against the sun that loomed behind him. It seemed to illuminate his body with a glowing ring of fire and such a thought amused the Tanner enough that a rather goofy grin spread over her lips, showing off a row of teeth that soon opened as well for a heartly but short chuckle.
"Do ya swim much? I dunno how ta swim so I come 'ere ta practice every chance I get, but I'm no good. At least I get the smells of the tannery off me."
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Posted: Tue Jul 20, 2010 3:11 pm
"Ofie..." Kyros rolled the name over his tongue and then remained thoughtfully silent for a few moments. "Glad to meet you Ofie," he went on, "I don't think I've met a Tanner before; I'm from a fishing hold more or less due north of here myself... I can swim, but I try to avoid it out on the boat; the swells are huge out where we fish, and of course the water is freezing. The times I'm back at the hold, though, it's a nice way to relax... and right after I get back," the tall young man smiled slightly, "it gets the smell of not having washed for a week and an awful lot of fish off me."
Nice to meet somebody here who wasn't scared of a mucky job: his experience with people from 'clean' professions was almost zero, so seeing his fellow candidates cringe at the idea of cleaning latrines or butchering meat was rather odd to him. Back home even the people who weren't officially part of the craft helped with gutting, packing, and preserving catches...
Yes, he liked this girl. He liked her lack of concern with being mostly naked, he liked the idea of her craft, he liked her hair, and he liked her lazy speech too.
"If you like, I could try to teach you to swim," Kyros offered. "I've taught youngsters before, but I've heard it's harder to learn the older you are... I suppose taking that on board, there's no better time to start than now." When helping somebody learn to swim, it was important to support them in the water whilst they got the idea of the strokes. Kyros looked Ofelia up and down. Nice.
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Posted: Tue Jul 20, 2010 3:40 pm
"Really? All I've ever known 'bout mah life was tannin' an' what have ya, since it's in mah blood. I come from generations of tanners accordin' ta mah mama, an' 'cause of that I'll always smell like one too she says. It's good ta see someone else wit' a strong nose 'round here. For all that a Weyrfolk is, they're kinda soft against doin' things that get ya nasty. Kinda funny."
Ofelia drew even closer at the offer of being taught to swim, her eyes drawing wide again but this time with happiness over the fact she'd be getting more assistance. Teaching one's self how to do things wasn't so bad at all, she did a lot of them when she was learning to tan, but for some reason the fact she could die while learning to swim always drove her into wanting someone else there.
Just in case, ya know.
"Would ya really mind teachin' me? I had Gabby helpin' me before but she's busy bein' a Candidate an' all so I'm left ta mah own devices. I'm glad yer out 'ere then ta teach me, thank ya. Jus' tell me what I need ta do an' I'll follow yer lead."
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Posted: Thu Jul 22, 2010 8:29 am
"Mmh," Kyros smiled and nodded, "my family have always fished, and always smelled of it too I expect; when you and everyone around you smells the same you don't notice. I'm sure the candidates here could get used to mucky work if they tried, but most don't want to get their hands dirty... Not much good for being a rider; they said in lessons that you have to shovel their dung until they can fly between." He couldn't imagine taking a dump in that empty cold blackness, but then most of the people here probably couldn't imagine taking a dump of the side of a tossing ship; it was all a matter of what you were used to he supposed.
"Swimming though... Yes, while we're both here I'll do my best between my lessons and work; compared to being on my uncle's ship I feel as though I have plenty of free time... Humm, so, firstly; what can you do at the minute? Can you paddle a bit? Float?" Best he work out if he was working from the ground up or if there was already a foundation there. Looking at her, floating wouldn't exactly be easy for Ofie, she didn't have that much fat to work with. This was a problem he could sympathize with; his big muscles were useful for a lot of things, but floating wasn't one of them; at least she didn't have as much bulk to keep afloat as he did.
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Posted: Thu Jul 22, 2010 8:44 am
Ofelia had to chuckle at the dung comment, because she was feeling rather immature and hadn't thought of it that way. Her knowledge on dragons was sadly limited to whatever she caught when a rider came by and she asked various things of them, so to hear someone say things of this nature was. . . amusing, to say the very least. Her chuckles made her shoulders bounce up and down slightly, her amusement very clear, and when it stopped she looked over at the waters and waded in a bit deeper. When it all finally rose to her chest she simply rolled on to her back and let her body float, the extent of her knowledge being shown.
"Really, this is all I can do right now by mahself. I learned how ta paddle a lil' bit from Gabby before but not that much, so mostly I just float around. S'kinda hard sometimes on account I sink, but at least mah form is okay, yeah? Whatcha think?"
Ofelia was floating on the surface fairly well actually, her stomach and breasts above the water level and her arms and legs barely moving to keep her afloat. She did have to arch her back now and then in an effort to keep from sinking, her body releasing a small groan each time, but otherwise she was doing pretty good.
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Posted: Thu Jul 22, 2010 8:50 am
"Mmm... Yes, that's a good floating position," niiiice, "I think the easiest thing to start with then is a bit of sculling. All you need to do is hold your hands flat like oars with the palm facing sideways and move your arms back and forth from the elb-"
The very last bit of the word 'elbow' was cut off by a sudden roar. It was the first time he'd heard a dragon cry like that, and so Kyros startled and turned to see what was going on. "What the?..." A green was streaking up into the skies and suddenly more dragons were crying, and chasing after her; all blues and browns so far as he could see... "Is that... is that a mating flight then?" He turned to Ofelia, thinking that because she'd been here longer she might... she might have... might have a better...
She really was very attractive with her clothes and hair all wet and clinging to her.
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Posted: Thu Jul 22, 2010 9:01 am
"Scullin'? What's that mean? I can get the idea of what yer tryin' ta say and all, but -"
When Kyros was cut off in his conversation, so was Ofelia. The sound of the dragon roar was all too familiar to the Tanner, she'd heard this kind of cry once before, and her face instantly turned six shades redder than that of her wet hair. Her stomach rumbled, a feeling she had known only once before, and in an effort to make herself a bit smaller she quickly pulled down into an awkward ball.
Of course, she had to forget that she'd been floating and was now in water she couldn't touch in. Instantly cold water filled her nose and she sputtered as she tried to get back above, flailing for a moment or two as she propelled herself forward...and right into Kyros. Her hands held onto his arms as she tried to balance herself out and keep her thoughts pretty ordered, but she knew this would be impossible.
She'd felt this only once before, as she could recall, and if that was the case then there was nothing stopping it. She turned her head to the side to not meet his gaze, her face still very much a tomato, but she didn't release her hands from his body. The way he felt was nice, the heat from his bare flesh against her own, but no words were coming out to say such things. Just...silence.
" . . . . .S...sorry. Didn't mean ta bump into ya."
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Posted: Thu Jul 22, 2010 9:09 am
When she vanished under the water he retained enough sense to try to grab her. Luckily she had the same sort of idea, and she was soon above the surface again. Pressed against him. He was no stranger to desire, he'd found her attractive beforehand, but the dragons... It was different, and pretty potent.
"That's fine," he found that his hands had made their way down her body to rest on her hips, "I don't mind at all..." It didn't feel as though there was a lot more to say. He could feel her breath against his skin. If she pushed him away now... But he didn't think she would; 'keep off me' was not what she was saying by holding onto him and leaning close. Raising one hand, Kyros cupped the red-haired girl's chin and bent to kiss her.
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Posted: Thu Jul 22, 2010 9:17 am
There was a moment of hesitation in Ofelia's actions as she felt strong hands slide down her body, a sensation that was still so foreign yet still so comfortable to her all at once. Her mind didn't even try to recall whom had touched her last, who it was that had held her close, since all she could see before her was this stranger that had offered to teach her swimming. It was so odd, she'd probably laugh her a** off about it later while thinking back, but for now there was nothing to do but feel a strange pulse that silently but strongly urged her forward.
When a hand moved away she almost protested, the cold of the water washing over where warm flesh had been, though she was silenced as the hand touched her face and drew her closer to a finely cut jaw on a face that wasn't too bad to look at. Ofelia knew what was coming, her whole body seemed to understand as well, and she closed her eyes as she leaned in to let their lips meet. His were weathered from storms she assumed, yet still so soft beneath her own. Ofelia was certain her lips were cracked from standing over heat and not taking care of herself, yet at the moment those things likely didn't matter.
The hands that had been holding on to his arms slowly slid to have one resting against his torso, fingers slightly splayed and bent, while the other moved up and touched the tip of his jaw. This was okay, this was nice.
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Posted: Thu Jul 22, 2010 9:31 am
Very nice. When the kiss ended he picked her up easily, and her legs wrapped around his waist while her hands came to rest on his shoulders. He paused a moment to kiss her again before making for the bank.
He could hear the roar of dragons overhead as males dropped out of the flight; it wouldn't be long until the lucky male claimed the green, and the rest flew off frustrated.
Suddenly he felt pretty lucky not to be a dragon.
He reached the bank and set her down.
Overhead, a brown swooped down to claim the green.
He kissed her again, and above them the pair of dragons soared.
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Posted: Thu Jul 22, 2010 9:49 am
She could hear nothing but the roar of the tide, she could feel nothing but flesh and warm and a desire that just drove her onward and further into this stranger's arms. She wrapped her legs around him as he lifted her upward and carried her to shore, the sudden feel of sand introduced to her back as she was lain amongst the foam from the waters, and as her vision of the sky was blocked out by a body moving slowly over her all Ofelia was aware of was the sounds of crying dragons.
- - - -
She awoke at a later time, the sun completely gone from the horizon and night covering the area with a fine blanket. Darkness had long settled in and the sky was dotted with stars, the moon behind several clouds that moved at a swift pace with the evening wind. Her body ached and itched, sand sticking to her like a second coat of skin, and she blinked heavily as her eyes tried to adjust to the environment she now found herself in.
Her legs hurt, she wasn't going to lie, and so did her back and arms. It was a good tired, much as before, and she gave a groaning sigh as she tried to find her bottoms -they had to be somewhere around her. Her top had somehow managed to make it beneath her head as a makeshift pillow and she sat up to retrieve it, her hair falling down about her torso. It had come loose during the events and had long since dried full of sand and sweat, the tangles something a bit unbearable.
" . . . .nuur."
The tanner looked to her right first to see if she could find her shorts, wondering as well if she could see the man who had just recently been a very intimate friend.
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Posted: Thu Jul 22, 2010 9:56 am
Kyros jogged back towards the place he'd left Ofelia; apparently he was just in time to see her wake up. "Looking for these?" he smiled and tossed the tanner her missing shorts. "I woke up just a little while ago to see some flitts making off with them and my shirt; as you can see though I managed to get them back." She did look disheveled, especially thanks to her long orange hair; such was the advantage of keeping it short. He liked long hair on his partners though; tangling your fingers in soft locks was delicious...
Humm. The chase with the flitts had made him sweat a bit and now his back stung. Twisting his neck, he was able to see several fairly impressive scratches; they weren't bleeding but it was close enough a call that the sweat made them smart. "I have to say," Kyros padded over to sit down beside Ofelia, shirt still in hand, "that was the most enjoyable swimming lesson I ever gave."
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