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Shahera woke all at once. She took stock of what she could without opening her eyes or moving about. There were two extra people in her bed. L’nik and Adi her memory supplied. Therianth was sleeping on her ledge content for the first time in a sevenday. But it wasn’t with Hessianth. Remembering the bloodlust from the night before she worried for Rekamuth. She hoped that he wasn’t too badly hurt and had a feeling he would have to visit the dragon healers today. Maybe she would be getting a lecture about controlling her dragon. As if she could during a flight. Could she? At least she hasn’t cut anyone this time. Maybe scratched some…She mentally sighed.

Finally Shahera opened her eyes and began to stretch. Was anyone else awake?

L'nik had been up for far longer than he would have liked for several reasons, but the biggest one was a general discontent that thrummed across his mental bond with Hessianth - a deep, bubbling, torrent that wanted to drown anything too weak that waded into its waters. The brown was not content on his ledge, or on it at all. He'd found a nice perch up where the watchdragons usually settled, seething distaste and unhappiness the entire night. So there he'd laid all night, paddling about in a riptide of feelings.

And then there's you, Hessianth practically slapped his rider in the face with his own feelings. Hessianth had at least fought and earned his feelings properly.

The young man ran his hand down his face with a tired sigh, having already unburied himself from the bed to keep his tossing and turning from waking the other two and instead he stood looking out onto Therianth's ledge - a view that only ignited his dragon further. He finally took from his perch, gliding down to land on the edge of the green's with little fanfare. Whether she was awake or not, the brown was already stepping carefully to start pushing the smaller blue.

You're in my spot, he stated bluntly to Rekamuth, but taking special care to not disturb Therianth more than he had to in order reclaim his place on the ledge.

"Morning," L'nik almost answered Adi's greeting without a thought, arms crossed and back to the bed as he continued to watch.

Therianth opened one eye at Hessianth’s maneuverings and was about to tell him to not be rude, decided to let Rekumath handle it. The blue seemed to be doing fine. Instead she feigned sleep in the hopes of seeing what would happen next.

Shahera finished a luxurious stretch with a warm, “~morning~” to Adi before rolling over to look at L’nik out by the ledge. She slipped out of bed and grabbed something to throw over herself, a shirt (not her own), before moving towards the man. “What are you doing out here?” Shahera asked playfully. “You should have woken us up if you were bored.”

No. Hessianth stated flatly, his long tail flicking to one side as he continued to push at the smaller blue. He was really doing his best to not completely dethrone Therianth from the comfortable spot she had taken, but he was very much not in the mood to share.

And unlike some people he'd fight to keep it that way.

"I wasn't in the mood," L'nik admitted, voice perhaps more stiff than he meant it to be. Hessianth's good nature was keeping him from being more than judgemental and perhaps a little impatient now that he was in a position to try and reclaim his spot. "I take it you both slept well?" he pushed the growing headache down, turning away from the ledge.

Shahera frowned at L’nik as she came up to peak at the ledge out side. Her frown deepened as she took in the state of the blue dragon. Therianth. It wasn’t a chiding but an encouragement to action.

Therianth opened both eyes and raised her head. She took in the damage she had done the other dragons and felt, not remorse or guilt, no something more a long the lines of sympathy and appreciation. They had fought for her. And they had paid for fighting for her. Good morning, Hessianth, she began and gave the brown a nuzzle. Good morning, Rekamuth. How are you both today?

Shahera had turned back to the occupants of the room. She wanted to ask L’nik what was bothering him and also didn’t want to make the man say it in front of Adi if he didn’t want to. Was his tension from Hessianth or something else? She didn’t know and that bothered her. “I slept better than I have since Therianth started feeling the urge to go up.” It was not really a complete answer. Shahera moved over to stand in L’nik’s personal space. She would have given him a kiss but even standing on tip toes she wouldn’t be able to with out his help. The man was frustratingly tall at times.

The nuzzle seemed to mollify Hessianth for a few moments, pausing in his attempts to dethrone the offending blue on the ledge to return it with a content rumble. I am unhappy in myself, but we already talked about that, he answered, before turning whirling orange eyes back on Rekamuth.

All sides are her good side. I have no desire to share the one I love with any other. He'd never looked at any other, and while he didn't hold the flight against either (biological need was not emotional love), the blue was pushing at his patience. And since pushing wasn't seeming to work, Hessianth changed tactics by beginning to dig his very large frame under the blue to attempt to physically hoist him from the spot.


"I feel like I got the opposite," L'nik admitted as he slipped an arm around Shahera, half burying his face in her hair but admitting to little more. Adi got a more assessing look now that the three weren't just tangled up in each other, his stomach twisting upon itself. The general feeling was met with a private laugh from Hessianth - You'll try harder next time. We both will.. "No, you two made sure I at least got some sleep," he assured them both.

Maybe she should have enjoyed having the two fight over her small though the fight was. Some of her sisters would have, yet Therianth only felt sad to see it. She had caused this and she didn’t want anyone to get hurt more. She liked Rekamuth and wanted to get to know him more. Hessianth clearly didn’t want that right now.

…

That little bratty part of Therianth decided to point out that while Rekamuth had asked what she wanted that morning, Hessianth had not. Interesting. And that bratty part wanted to explore it. Inside Therianth a fight had begun for control between the sensible, ‘don’t get anyone hurt’ part and the brattier, ‘what does that mean’ part. As a result, Therianth didn’t say anything.

Shahera gave Therianth a mental hug. She couldn’t tell the dragon what to do. Shahera’s instincts were always to be the brat and she knew that didn’t always work. And yet, sometimes it was needed. They would have to feel out this situation together.

L’nik was acting odd. Shahera was sure of it, and had no idea for the reason for it. He had grown up in a Weyr. Being with two woman should not cause this. Was this Hessianth? Leaning back, Shahera smiled up at L’nik before stealing a kiss from the conveniently lowered head. “Have you met Adi before? She is in Yokohama Wing with me.” Shahera wondered if she should make formal introductions. “Adi, L’nik of Brown Hessianth. He’s in Star Flame Wing. L’nik, Adi of Blue Mazamath.” At least everyone had a name now.

All the pushing and shoving came to a stop now that Rekamuth was up on his feet, though Hessianth did not settle into the spot that had been vacated. Instead, his attention rested sharply on Therianth and her silence. She was an active and playful sort and for her to suddenly have no commentary on it all didn't sit well.

Rather than rising to the blue's bait, the brown rested so all four of his feet were beneath him, resting his head against the ledge near the green's feet with rapt attention, eyes whirling purple as he offered mental nudges of love. The only thing that had changed in her morning was his arrival, after all.

Maybe she no longer wanted him.



L'nik wouldn't have mind if the kiss has lasted a little longer, finding it far more pleasant than the feelings of his dragon. Hessianth's pride had a hairline crack in it he was trying to hide in his rider and it twisted his heart in place as he found somewhere safe to tuck it away where unlike the way the brown wheedled at him, it would go unbothered.

"I have not," he looked to Adi, uncertain if he should offer a more proper handshake before settling for the much more casual nod of acknowledgement. "I'm sure there are less exciting ways to bond with your wingmates," though L'nik had no interest in such things himself. Weyrborn or not, his night had already been a bit more than he probably should have done.

Breakfast didn't sound bad, to be honest, but looking out at Hessianth he sighed. "Maybe in a bit," he didn't exactly want to leave his dragon unattended right then - and it showed in the way his jaw set as he looked at him.