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Date Posted: 17:54:45 10/01/05 Sat
Author: A'dian; Akema & Laffranth, Dustin, Orsten, Wista
Subject: Why, why, WHY do I keep trying to turn Laffranth into Massath? I don't make the same mistake the other way around! *headdesk*
In reply to: Wessae, A'rak, A'lan (Hroth), Emma, H'rrison 's message, "Whoahmg" on 23:48:24 09/30/05 Fri

Though a slower eater than A'lan, A'dian is no less enthusiastic, and he enjoys a few minutes of peace to fully appreciate what he's eating. By the time A'lan finishes his meal, A'dian is more than halfway through his own, and while his stomach isn't full yet, it's stopped complaining and allows him to focus on other things, such as the brownrider. His weyrmate's knowing comment brings a hint of pink to A'dian's cheeks, but then he smiles spontaneously back as he takes A'lan's hand. "Well, that's y-your fault," he challenges, a gleeful light in his eyes. "I s-suppose you'll have to m-make it up to me, right?" His head tilts slightly to one side, and A'dian squeezes A'lan's hand briefly before starting to rub circles on the back with his thumb.

Vitaliath shoots Hroth a sidelong look, then closes her eyes and pretends to be oblivious to his movements. The moment his wing rests across her back, though, the green lashes out with her tail, twining it around his a few times, and curls her long neck around to settle her head daintily above his shoulder. The sound that rumbles from her chest could almost be called a purr, and her expression, as she lets twin slits of slowly-whirling blue-green show between her eyelids, is undeniably smug. He's hers, silly male, though she's not about to protest the possessive posturing. As long as he doesn't get it into his head that this means he can boss her around.

*****

For all her current displeasure, Akema applauds heartily for the Wingleaders as their names are announced, honoring A'rak as well as the other two. Just because he's a thick-skulled idiot sometimes, and currently on her blacklist, doesn't mean he's not qualified for the position. She even smiles at him a bit, though it vanishes as soon as he changes the subject back to their previous object of discussion. With rising dismay, the greenrider realizes that A'rak simply doesn't understand what her problem is. I want to eat my food, and dumping it over his head would be a waste, she reminds herself. Because she has food now; normally, she'd scold them for raiding the table while the Weyrwoman was speaking, but when Dustin and Orsten appear in front of her with a half-full bowl of stew balanced precariously between them, and Wista follows clinging stubbornly to a spoon and a fishroll with all four limbs, she can't yell at them, just smile a little and thank them. Once again, the smile doesn't survive the moment when she looks up again and locks gazes with A'rak. Deep breaths. Right now is not the time to be give in to her impulsive tendencies, because that would only mean she'd have to deal with the issue later on, after A'rak has been bathed in hot stew. Not the best circumstances for this conversation. "It's not necessarily yours, I just told you first because we were sleeping together the longest," Akema points out. She's not growling. Really. Honest. Okay, so she's growling just a little. "And no one's helping me raise it, because I am not raising the spawn. Do you have any idea how a child would complicate my life?" And her lifestyle. Bed-hopping is a lot harder when you have to find a babysitter every time you want to spend the night with a man, and then have to answer the little brat's questions later on. But Akema's not going to bring that part of it up, not after A'rak has already touched on her slightly nymphomaniac tendencies. "I didn't want it, I don't like it, and as soon as the sharding brat is weaned, I'm fostering it. Not that fostering solves the problems that come beforehand." She gives him a significant look, the sort that says, 'even if you don't know what I'm talking about, pretend'. If she has to go into detail about the trouble that pregnancy can cause for a greenrider, he's going to regret it, because she'll make sure it's in excrutiating detail to make up for the fact that she'll be having to dredge up the horror stories she's heard from other greenriders. "And the only one naming it is me." Which may sound odd, considering that Akema wants nothing to do with this pregnancy or child, but getting to name somebody is the only thing that even vaguely resembles a bright spot in this whole mess. Laffranth, half-awake, is sending her waves of affection, trying to calm her down, and she takes a moment to bask in her dragon's unconditional love. No matter what happens, she'll always have the green beside her.

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