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V'rind had had a pretty rough night. Honestly, she'd come to sort of dread any gold flights, though she knew that the results would never change. Krahsujunth had done his best, as usual, and been fuming when he'd come up short, also as usual. At least, she'd later reflect, he'd lost to a bronze. He was vastly more insufferable when browns won gold flights, especially the smaller ones. She'd fled into the thrall of flightlust to escape his griping at one point as it became clear he would not be snaring the gold, and she remembered finding a body...two bodies? Three? A small crowd, at one point, as the weyr let itself revel, and she knew at one point she'd jammed her back against the handle to the door of her weyr...or been jammed against it, too distracted by hands and lips and heat to realize she'd locked the door before leaving. There was fumbling, and then swirling darkness, no memories clear enough beyond raw feelings to determine.

The bed, at least, was soft on the now-aching point on her back where she'd no doubt bruised herself. Krahsujunth must be asleep, as he was blissfully silent. She'd refused the urge to open her eyes against the day, soaking and reveling in the heavy warmth and vague ache of a night well spent...though when she shifted and realized there was a body on either side of her the temptation grew tenfold.

Two? Gracious. Krahsujunth must have been even more keen to catch than she'd thought. And no wonder then that she was so thoroughly sated. It must have been some night...Well. No reason to ruin it just yet, right? With a jaw-cracking yawn, eyes still shut, she rolled over, tugging one of the bodies close, hand boldly curling around to pat as she buried her face into the pillow.

Of course, a moment later when she'd realized it was a rather female form she'd grabbed, she sat bolt upright, blue eyes blinking blearily down at...hoooo boy.

Ayd'n had actually woken up first, a little while ago and upon realizing he was apparently in bed with two beautiful women... he'd been a little surprised. But, well. What sort of guy would seriously have a problem with this? Even though he typically went for men in his sexual encounters... a gold Flight meant all bets were off. And it wasn't that he disliked women at all, just usually preferred men. So he'd laid back down to doze off again, perfectly content to simply enjoy sleeping next to someone else. Two someones, actually. It was very nice.

Once they started moving around and talking, though, he snapped out of his dozing and pushed himself up on an elbow on the opposite side of the woman now sitting up. With a slight, amused smile, he wrapped his free arm around V'rind's waist. "Yes indeed... why spoil the moment?" He tugged gently. "As she said... lay back down. I doubt anyone will seriously fault us if we're late for any obligations today."

There was a smile that curved over the edges of her lips as lithe fingers traced the elder woman's hips, her head canting aside as Ayd'n got her to lie back down. Slowly, Alumet's body was pressed to V'rind's side, lips pressing to the edge of her jaw as she listened to the Rider talk. "If it disappointed, I don't think I would still be in this bed" The touch of that hand at her lower back made her realize just how...awkward the woman might be. Raising a brow, she smiled sweetly. The idea of V'rind being her first got a bright laugh, she moving so she was tucked o the oher. Oh, that was a novel idea.

Her first had been a while ago, "No, nowhere near my first, dear V'rind. Do no worry." Her hand moved slightly across the other woman's waist to play on the back of Ayd'n's hand. There had to be a moment's pride, for the Candidate to realize that she'd bedded two Riders. Wasn't she the lucky one.

Twin kisses fell, one and two, on either side of her, and V'rind sighed. Alright. So probably she had been working out all her ire and tension in fighting, bit with flame against thread and with fists against anyone she liked...she reached for where she expected irritation to be bubbling in her gut, but found it exised, and gone. Clearly it had been another sort of throw down she'd needed to shake the mounting tension of being a rider in the first turn of thread in some thousand without.

The fact that neither of them had been innocent also pleased her, because she really just hadn't been up to dealing with that on top of everything else.

Across the weyr the blue shifted, glaring at the sated trio as best a dragon could, before whipping out of the weyr with a rush of leathery wings and wind that sent their loose hair whipping about. V'rind growled low in her throat, then sighed, feeling that the blue had gone off to kill probably a few too many herdbeasts to vent. "Yes I'd imagine those waking up in a position kin to our own in whatever weyrs the flight passed over will be much less keen on the whole thing." Her hands' grips on the smalls of each of their backs were steadier now, and she pulled both flush to her, iron-firm muscle flexing beneath ivory skin...marred only on the left shoulder and down tht side of her back...to force them all closer than they already were.

"Either of you eager young things know wht candlemark it is?"

Ayd'n also glanced around the room, as if the answer to V'rind's question could maybe be found somewhere in sight. When that didn't happen easily, he echoed Alumet. "I don't know either. Though I doubt anyone will seriously be watching to see if things are done exactly on time today..." he pointed out with a small quirk of his lips.

"Still. Food sounds good..."

The n** on her neck got a sweet, mewling sound from Alumet, her eyes closing as she enjoyed the feeling of it. Shards, V'rind leaving the bed was terribly unpleasant. Making a tiny face, the girl slipped out after her, a full figure on display for both of her bedmates as she began to extract her clothing slowly from the piles. She would organize it all with time, "Well, I will certainly take pleasure knowing that you enjoyed yourself~. Riders can get so tense. Knowing that I helped ease yours is a pleasure of itself." Her voice was a teasing croon as she slipped in to her underthings.

Every gesture was slow, languid and showy, meant to attract the eyes...Not that Alumet particularly meant it to be that way. This was just who she was.