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Date Posted: 00:02:40 03/27/05 Sun
Author: Wessae~Shrineth
Subject: I don't wanna be lonely no more...
In reply to: Wessae~Shrineth 's message, "Okay....easy now..." on 23:47:43 02/18/05 Fri

They don't love you, you know. They're just here because of flight-lust. The thought attempts to sear coldly into the Weyrwoman's brain as she stands with a sightless gaze turned toward her only time tested friend, her love, her golden one. She doesn't even bat an eye at the fact that the riders are inching up on her like infinitely patient tunnel snakes, waiting for the moment to snatch her up. Shrineth fills her mind. Shrineth and the pulse pounding at her neck that thrums a word more terrifying than any thought of superficial love. Choose. Choose.

For the good of her Weyr, she'd choose right. Shrineth would choose right. She feels her skin shiver as Shrineth brushes tantalizingly against first Quilth and then Chuth, the wickedly playful feeling almost too much for her to bear. A sort of ache heaves through her body as her mind is locked totally with Shrineth for good, every human thought is wiped clean from her brain by the actions above. As the sky deepens to dusk, Shrineth does a few serpentines in the air, a lofty arabesque, and all the time she's sticking close to the bronzes, watching their every move with a whirling, glowingly passionate eye. She's tolerating their close presence now, reveling in it. And it feels as though she's freed of the tiresome part of her brain that is the nagging humanesque logic. She was a capable girl, she could make the right choice!

A few dips that tease at the end are good fun, but her mind too turns everything over. She surveys her suitors in the burgeoning starlight. Capable, majestic, somewhat agile (for the complete and utter lackwits they are) they seem to be a dime a dozen. She had to find the truly exceptional one, the one strong in many ways. For the good of the Weyr. An ear shattering, crystal pitched warble is given, the tone somehow vulnerable and tender. Wheeling through the sky, she zigzags, warbling again and oddly. She would choose. She knew, and even though she was far from the ground she could almost see her lifemate, and see those who she could make hers, as Shrineth would make one of the bronzes hers shortly. Smug little queen, she felt no humility.

From the depths of draconic lust and passion comes a small, simple heartvoice in the eye of the raging storm the two are caught in.

It's a big choice, love.

We're ready.

I'm scared.

Me too. Trust me, An image is projected of the bronze she has chosen, and Wessae nods emphatically, her expression unchanged. Alighting once more to dizzying heights, Shrineth's glory is like an ascending, hotly glowing comet in the darkening sky, stars adding points of white light against her luminous frame. And then, she's diving. The final dive, immense and heartstopping, thrilling, terrifying beyond anything. Wessae is the one who cries out in her human voice, a simple primal sound that seems to awaken her, arms reaching out even as Shrineth's reach in the dive. Drifting between bronzes, a shared sharp gasp between the two is given before Shrineth finds herself entwined, ensnared, caught! She doesn't resist, though, letting the bronze's strength envelop her as she firmly twines neck and tail with him, giving him a gentle nip on the neck to remind him who's in charge.

On the ground, Wessae gasps and convulses with it, staggering as she reaches out in much the same manner and is caught in much the same manner. For she has closed the distance T'bel started to close and it is in his arms that she has found herself. And, just to make sure he knows whose in charge, in much the same place as Shrineth nipped Quilth, she gives him a gentle nip on his own neck. Then of course all her timidity and fear is gone for she has trusted Shrineth and the golden has proved right. Wrenching his head down to her own, Wessae kisses T'bel fiercely, the joy and intensity of Shrineth's union coursing through her veins.

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