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 Posted: Thu Jun 21, 2018 1:27 pm
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The storm having rolled in the night before allowed Tyra to spend time seated on her ledge, leaning against Orodreth and just enjoying the rain. It had been a pleasant and relaxing time until Orodreth's head lifted curiously. She was hoping a green wasn't rising, they had been doing that quiet a bit more recently, but no it turned out to be a Gold. In stead of being relieved, because she knew her blue would not chase after a Gold, Tyra began to feel flight lust work its way into her brain. Being connected to a dragon when they rose or chased was one thing, but the feeling that came from a Gold Flight was different.
"Shards" Her words were quiet as she breathed them out, already feeling Orodreth pushing his love and reassurance towards her, as well as bolstering her to get up and leave her weyr, find someone to catch. She didn't have many friends here, just her wingmates and V'rind.
What happened next was a bit of a blur. There was no way of recalling where she had actually managed to 'catch' her target, or even a care for who it was. The only thing that had been present in her mind was the drive to find and catch someone to twine together with in the sheets.
The fact she was waking up in her own Weyr was comforting to her, it allowed Tyra to keep herself calm, no matter who she had ended up catching. Especially since Orodreth was so close nearby, laying awake on the ledge already offering support to his rider.
She was certainly grateful for it, slipping silently out of her bed and moving to redress herself. She had turned her head to see who was in the same bed but, she didn't recognize them. Instead, she busied herself with fixing some Klah,
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Posted: Thu Jun 21, 2018 2:48 pm
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There hadn't been a Goldflight since he'd been dragged back to High Reaches by his sister. Before that, he'd gone off to one of the crafthalls before he'd been old enough to even feel the effects a rising Queen had on someone. Juhvek had most certainly not been ready to handle any variety of flightlust when it had filtered in.
So here he was, in a bed he didn't know - likely belonging to whomever had grabbed onto him while his brain had been somewhere he couldn't even retrace it to. It hadn't been unpleasant, but really having a better grasp on the entire thing would have been great. Juhvek likely wouldn't be allowed a late start to his morning with a flight as en excuse, though, so when Tyra stirred to rise, so did he.
" 'morning," he grumbled sleepily, running one hand down his face as though doing so would rub the sleep out of it, sitting on the edge of the bed while he composed his brain. Well, he certainly didn't recognize this woman - though the blue stuck out a bit more. From where? Right then, he couldn't place much of anything. As Tyra busied herself with klah, he took his turn to redress. How many would be dressed the look of walk-of-shame that morning?
Once dressed, he'd at least make some attempt to join her in her task. "Sorry for imposing last night. Anything I can do to help?" Klah was simple, but how else did one start a conversation with someone he didn't know when they'd met in such a way?
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