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He was sore, but it was a good sore. The dull ache in his bones woke him first. There was warmth too. His veins tingled and his body seemed enveloped by it. As his mind slowly woke up he developed an awareness of the individual parts of his body. His head and back were resting on something soft, not Calanoth, and his arm rested against something solid beside him. His legs were stretched out before him, entangled in what he realized was a blanket.

Memories rose from his dream fog and he finally knew where he was. Cracking his eyes open brought a sudden stab of pain as the midday sun shone bright into the room. Z'fer squeezed them back shut with a grimace and took the moment to do a full body stretch. Joints and muscles popped and complained before settling back into place. Oh yes he was sore. Calanoth had never flown a Gold before. Z'fer hadn't expected the experience to be any different than that of Greens. He wondered as he opened his eyes carefully if it was because of the woman he had bedded?

He chuckled to himself as he rolled onto his side, facing the sleeping form of Kindra. He couldn't remember much of the act itself but he remembered her fighting, playing hard to get even through the dragon induced lust. Z'fer propped himself up on one elbow and with his free hand tugged the blanket covering them down so he could see her. She was a lovely woman. He'd already known that. Her dark coloration almost matching that of his own. There was a smug pride at finding himself in her bed. Out of three weyr's worth of Wingleaders and bronzes Calanoth and by extension Z'fer had proven without a doubt that they were the best of the bunch.

Seeing her bare beside him was too much temptation. Z'fer shifted himself up close to her and laid back down. His hand slid down her side and over her stomach as he hummed possessively into her hair, pride practically dripping from the sound.

Calanoth lay outside tucked up against the gold that was notably smaller than he. Not that her size mattered to him. She was a gold. He was a Bronze. Things were exactly as they should be. The only sign Calanoth gave that he was awake was the draping of one broad wing across Suunath's back.

Z'fer raised an eyebrow and grinned as Kindra stirred. "Goodmorning Kindra." He greeted the blinking beauty beside him. "Easy! What's the rusg?" His grin faded as she flew out of the bed taking the bedspread with her. Goosebumps rose where his skin was suddenly exposed to the open air. Z'fer sat up, his grin fading to a look of puzzlement.

"Kindra?" Z'fer climbed out of bed and stood before her. He didn't bother covering himself. After what they'd just done he figured it wasn't necessary. "Kindra are you ok?" His brows furrowed. Get out? She had no reason to be mad. He was positive he hadn't been a disappointing lover. No, from what he could recall, and what he could read from the marks on her skin, their time spent together had been very rewarding. His grin returned. He sauntered closer to her, his eyes hungry for more as he reached out to pull her towards him. "Calm down. It wasn't that bad now was it? I seem to remember you quite enjoying yourself."

Shells why was she so angry?!

Z'fer's head rocked back as the little goldrider caught him across the jaw. "Shells!" He let go of her and pressed a hand to his own face. No blood, but he'd felt her nails graze his lips. "What's wrong with you?!"

Calanoth stirred where he lay as his rider's temper flared. He nuzzled Suunath and mentally whispered to his rider. ~ Mine do not ruin this for me. ~

Z'fer growled. "I think it's a little late to be telling me not to touch you!" He gave her a pointed glare all the way up and down her covered form. "And you're right! It WAS because of our dragons! Because your dragon CHOSE mine. You chose Me so don't act like I did anything wrong!" His lip curled in disgust. "I expected a little GRACE from a goldrider but maybe Benden doesn't consider that necessary anymore. Like dragons."

Calanoth rose to his feet as well, eyes whirling in anger and tail snapping behind him. He positioned himself protectively beside Suunath. The threat itself may be coming from his rider but the young gold was Calanoth's mate. He made a noise that was half croon half growl.

Z'fer barely glanced at the wounded arm she presented him with. "I see nothing wrong! A couple of bruises. Big Deal! You're a rider not a sharding fruit!" He smirked at her threat, letting her throw herself against him without moving. "You think that little snot could do anything against me?" He whispered darkly as his arms rose to close around her again. He shifted only a little as she shoved against his chest. Did she really want him to leave? She wasn't trying very hard if she did.

"I see nothing wrong with a few bruises." He said again, smirk still in place as he glared down at Kindra.

Z'fer saw the slap coming this time and hastily stepped backwards to avoid her swing. "Fine!" He spat as she came after him. He hated to admit it she had a point. As a Goldrider she had clout with the weyrwoman where he did not. Sure it was Trine, neutral territory so far as Benden and Malvren were concerned but even though he'd flown her and technically she was the one attacking him. He was sure the beaten little goldrider act would weigh heavily in her favor.

Z'fer was not about to be stripped of his title over some hysterical little brat. He backed towards the door fending off any further shoves. "CALANOTH!" He roared. "We're Leaving!" He sneered at Kindra again as he spoke his parting bit. "Maybe so. But I've got the better dragon. Just think of how it will look when high and mighty Benden throws a child's fit because she was flown by Malvren! Not doing much for your reputation!" He threw open the door to her weyr and the angry growlings of the two dragons outside.

Calanoth's eyes glared red hot down at his rider as the man stepped into the open doorway. ~ I was not ready to leave!~

There was a long moment before the usually pleasant and honey tones of Cepheith responded back, neutrally. We will be there shortly. Was all the Gold said, though there was a clear hint of confusion and concern in the older dragon's voice.

Narisa didn't bother to gather all her supplies, only throwing on enough clothing to be considered 'decent', before she rushed to her dragon's side. It was only a matter of moments to get Cepheith's harness on before the Gold stooped low enough for her bonded to climb up. With a growl, she took to the air, an quick apology sent to their guards for the sudden departure. And then they flashed between.

Within seconds, Cepheith and Narisa appeared above Trine, wasting no time to angle towards their weyr. Cepheith's eyes swirled red as she bellowed at both dragons below, landing heavily. Suunath, what has happened?! She asked, hissing, tail thrashing in annoyance at not understanding what was going on. The Gold did manage to extend a foot for her rider to dismount and jump down.

Dear sweet Faranth! This was... not how she expected her morning to start out. By seeing a naked man (fardles and he was attractive, wasn't he?) coming out of the hut she shared with Kindra. Followed by his clothes. And one angry Kindra. Her cheeks were a fabulous shade of crimson as she attempted to regain some composure.

"What in Faranth's name is going on here?" She... attempted to demand. Was that... Z'fer? Oh shellit it was!

Mine, you should see to Suunath's. Cepheith rumbled, eying Calanoth's before sitting near Suunath.

"Ah, e-excuse me, Wingleader." Narisa squeaked, moving towards the hut.

Kindra had seen the leer but had it was enough that he was leaving, no need to give him cause to stay a moment longer. "Go screw a Wher" she muttered to his retreating back. She'd shut the door before he laughed at her but she heard it, her free hand balling into a fist as she fought the tears that were welling up.

She was disgusted with herself, she wanted to dive into a bath and scrub herself raw, she felt dirty because she had ALLOWED Z'fer to do what he did to her, she'd welcomed it even though she loved N'mol. As much as she'd been at the Weyr, she didn't think she could ever get used to this. She wasn't just Holdborn, she was a Holder's daughter, had been pampered and spoiled.

She heard the door open again and was about to launch herself at the man she expected it to be, her fist still balled, raised as she turned but there was Narisa.... She hadn't even realised Suunath had called to her fellow Gold but that was the only reason Narisa would be here now. She looked at Narisa and crumpled, managing to get to the bed before her legs felt too weak to stay standing. "Narisa.... what have i done?" she whispered before breaking down into wracking sobs.