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Inaari had been turning her rather spacious hips this way and that in front of Ianath for an opinion on how the modification to her riding leathers looked when the male voice rang out. "Oh! Jarest, come in!" Adding the little feminine purr to her voice was almost unnoticed by the brunette, it was something that she'd been doing for the entire Summit and had gotten used to it in her voice.

The 'addition' which he would soon see, was a knee-length skirt of the light linen material that she could wear along with her riding leathers around the Weyr. It was unquestionably feminine and met her requirements towards modesty, but could be easily removed and discarded with the tie. It was a wrapped skirt, and not something practical for everyday wear without something beneath it; so it was perfect for this!

It also helped ease her nerves on the fact that all the other golds had gone away a few days ago, and Ianath was glowing so brightly that it was a wonder the sun hadn't smote them in jealousy. "What do you think?" Her hips twisted again, smiling perhaps a bit more sleekly than was warranted.

Chocolate eyes looked at him with confusion and then the stammering fell into rhythm in her head and they widened in shock. "What? No! Oh no no no!" Still self-possessed enough to blush deeply beneath her freckles, Inaari sat down with a whuff and was immediately swarmed by lizards. Holder wasn't leaving his bright gold lady, but Puddle and Eponath were more than happy to swoop down onto their bonded mistress to wrap around her body.

"I was just trying to make something to wear on days we have to go out riding. Not in Thread, but I feel...naked without a skirt." Her voice had laved a bit on the word 'naked', more unconscious ways of putting emphasis on the more sexual parts of nature without being truly provocative.

Unfortunately, it was. Moreso than she knew.

Fingers reached up to stroke Eponath's little green head, and Puddle flew over to his second favorite, Jarest. "I have been having to sit and listen to speeches, it's part of being a weyrwoman. I feel exposed walking around when everyone knows me." Standing again, hands slicked down her sides with a shake of the head.

Ianath, eyes whirling curiously towards the Candidate for a moment, had simply closed them and gone to sleep. It was curious the way she'd been content to do nothing but snooze when she was proddy, greens were much more aggressive. But then, this was Inaari. She wasn't remotely the way others were!

The compliment, charmingly delivered, made Inaari smile and her embarrassment faded into ease, and perhaps something a bit softer. A bit warmer. The twirling hips stopped as the slim young woman stepped up to stroke the eye ridges of her very first flit. Fingers brushed and the brunette froze, the warmth in the room growing almost oppressively.

It was evident in the way her movements were very fluid and sinuous, and you could almost smell the pheromones in the air. Inaari herself wasn't doing anything more than breathing and doing somewhat normal things, yet her manner was so totally wanton that it was a wonder she hadn't been locked in a room alone by now. Or maybe she had...there was a reason this wing was deserted, wasn't there?

Holder, aware of the air, sat up and chirruped questioningly. It didn't look good.

He was working, putting the finishing touches on a small series of glass beads - things he could use to make a bracelet or necklace for Inaari, when Ruby and Amon came popping in and flying around his head, "telling" him about how a strange flitter had popped into their weyr looking for him.

T'ron set his tools down and made sure nothing would happen if he left his workspace - Ruby had sent him a mental image of Inaari, swaying at some small guy; with Ianath proddy, he realized that he should get there quickly...for his sake...as well as the unknown male that was near Inaari.

The big man touched Cavenath's mind to rouse him; then both would make their way to Inaari and Jarest, their movements swift and sure. T'ron didn't even bother knocking, both he and Cavenath tended to behave as though they belonged in the space Inaari and Ianath occupied as much as they did. What T'ron saw, when he got there, was a kind-of pretty looking smaller man with his beautiful - and unconsciously sensual - girlfriend.

"Inaari, who's your friend?" Without meaning to, he straightened to his full height before deliberately moving to her side, putting an arm around her waist and dipping his head to give her a small, possessive kiss. She was his.

Cavenath spread his wings and went to Ianath, tail lashing happily at seeing his beautiful, glorious, glowing Sun. 'Ianath is looking more beautiful than ever.'