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Akaya came out of the post-Flight fuzzy glow back into reality slowly, reluctant to leave the warm drowsy state of contentment she found herself in. However, she was somewhat quicker to consciousness when she realized she was snuggled into the crook of someone's arm, and she scrambled to sit up, all too aware suddenly of how she was quite lacking in clothing.

Her memories of the last while since Sleeth had launched herself into the air came back as well, and Akaya burned a brighter red. Bodies twined together--sweat and moans and--oh, my. Oh my.

At least it wasn't a total stranger, she thought, glancing over quickly to S'kor and hoping he wasn't quite aware yet. And he was rather good looking... And Scarath was a very nice bronze...

Very nice! Sleeth reported cheerfully, happily snuggled up against the much larger bronze. She thought things had gone very well, and wouldn't Akaya admit now it had all been a lot of fuss over nothing? It had even been enjoyable for them both!

Akaya winced at Sleeth's smugness. Well, it hadn't been awful, but...it was still very embarrassing!

Be nice, Akayamine! Sleeth interjected quickly before the girl could respond to S'kor's questioning tone. Scarath, tell Yours that Akayamine is silly so he should not be offended if she is rude. She means well, really!

I can still hear you Sleeth, Akaya thought pointedly at her meddling green, shaking her head lightly. She reached to tuck a strand of brown hair back behind an ear absently, before managing to glance back S'kor's way, offering a tentative smile to the bronzerider. "Um. Thank you...? I'm sorry, I really don't know the etiquette of this kind of thing," she admitted, hands clasped tight around a blanket pulled around to cover her. "I--um, it was my first time, even without the Flight bit, so..." So what? I hope it wasn't horrible? See you next Flight, maybe, if your dragon wins that one too? Honestly, what did you say to someone?

Little did S'kor know of the tears and edginess that had preceded everything--really, Akaya was just glad it was all over with, and hadn't the energy to throw fits. Nor did she really feel inclined to do anything really silly like get angry at S'kor--he'd been in dragon-thrall just as much as she had!

"I know--er, I mean, I remember your Impression. And your sister's. At least I came to the weyr knowing the risks!" Akaya said, good-naturedly teasing, as she briefly struggled whether or not to resume snuggling. It had been very nice, but was that too...brazen? Sleeth told her she was being silly again and should just do what she wanted, because it wasn't like anyone else was watching anyway. The green did have a point...

Still, there was a certain guilty furtiveness to Akaya's movements as she risked resuming snuggling back up with S'kor. Old Hold habits and internal tapes were hard to break. "Harper Hall for me, and before that Eron Hold," she offered, flushing once more at the mention of "performance." She was hardly a judge of such things... "I miss the Hall, sometimes, but Sleeth's a better duet partner than any I had as a Harper 'prentice. What did you do, in the trading caravan? I've always meant to ask you and your sister about it." She could do this, making conversation...granted, she really hadn't thought she'd be asking him naked and in bed, but, well...

That was Weyrlife for you, she supposed.

"One had to wonder if maybe Trine was better off removing the barriers between crowd and sands, with so many of you Impressing from the Stands," Akaya said, managing a grin (and a vague rhyme to boot). She tilted her head slightly as she listened to S'kor, putting the new information together with the bits and pieces she'd learned simply over a Turn of being in the same weyrling group as him and lightly nodding along. "Spices, huh? Guess it's clear why a certain bronzeish food connoisseur decided to risk the retaining walls." She smiled ruefully at his description of Optheli's duties. "That was me, really, pre-Harper Hall. My parents are in the Beastcraft, you see, and I did my best to tend ovines, but I always got a little distracted on my pipes when I was supposed to be watching the flocks." Though she'd mastered many a Teaching Ballad off on her own, with little company besides the sheep...well, and sometimes a brother or two. Though she couldn't really imagine any of her sibs Impressing--it must be very unusual even for the Weyr to have two Impress in the same clutch, even.

"Yes, dragon-travel is pretty hard to beat for speed and ease of travel," Akaya agreed, shifting slightly as she draped an arm fully across S'kor's bare chest, eyeing the contrast between his olive-toned skin and her own ruddier peach with an abstract curiosity. "And I imagine you have. We're going to have a dragonchoir--someday. Somehow. We're very determined to see it happen."

You and Yours should join, Sleeth murmured sleepily from under Scarath's wing, ever the recruiter. It will be fun.

"Sleeth's about as silly as the sheep I used to tend sometimes," Akaya said with a smile, privately rather liking the reassuring squeeze. "But you should experiment, and find out if it does affect the spices. If I have time for dragonsinging, I am sure you could manage to further your spice trading efforts with Scarath's help," she added, encouraging. "If we let our lives revolve entirely on wing drills and searching for Mystweed, I think we'd all go a bit mad."

"And yes, just like a regular Harper choir," Akaya confirmed, warming to her subject. "In fact, the dragon one'd need human voices as well--you need the riders to remember the arrangements, on account of draconic memory. As long as I can get a few participants of varying colors to account for the different parts: bass, tenor, alto, soprano..." She broke off with a little chuckle and a rueful smile. "I'm sorry; you probably don't care. I'll go on for a long time if you don't stop me."

You never know until you try! Sleeth said, with a noise that sounded suspiciously like a chortle. But I would like for you to watch the choir too. And to watch me! The green seemed very amused by Scarath's specificness on the matter.