He didn't know if it was the weather, or the fact it was a night without any moonlight, but C'ryn couldn't help but feel a little bit on edge. There was also electricity in the air, more then what was coming from the lightning as well.
A particularly bright flash of light streaked across the sky and illuminated the golden hide of a queen, with multiple suitors after her. The sight caught Aresoth's interest, as the bronze watched the group. Purple flecked within his eyes, the urge to rise and chase after the gold beginning to grow and yet, the bronze didn't shift from his perch. C'ryn would have commented on this, wondering if Aresoth was feeling sick, but the flight lust, a very familiar flight lust that came from a gold flight, hit him.
Staggering against the door that lead out onto the ledge, C'ryn could feel Aresoth's mind touch his own gently, working to guide his rider. Whatever the bronze was planning, he didn't know but everything was a blur, his head hurt from trying to fight it too much. In autopilot, C'ryn put Aresoth's straps on, the bronze dragon constantly helping to guide his rider, gently urging him towards the right actions. It took a bit longer for C'ryn to swing up into his straps, and he wasn't aware of where Aresoth was taking him, he wasn't any questions at the moment, just working on keeping his own mind focused on fighting, or trying to fight the flight lust back.
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Sunlight shone through, brightening the room and landing in just such away that a beam fell right onto the young man's face. A groan escaped C'ryn's lips as he moved to turn over in the bed, wanting to bury his head underneath the furs. He didn't remember what had happened last night after seeing the gold flight, but he knew he felt tired. That feeling didn't last long as C'ryn rolled over and didn't feel only the bed. There was a body slightly beside him and underneath him.
The feel of soft skin against his own made C'ryn pause for a moment, trying to work through his mind who he could have run into last night. There was a flash of strawberry blond hair, grey eyes and.... C'ryn forced himself to open his eyes, finding himself propped up slightly, the first thing readily available to his sight a very ample bosom, one that he now remembered enjoying.
Forcing his head, and eyesight, up, C'ryn saw the face he knew would be there.
Alumet...
His heart began to beat faster, jumping from his chest and into his throat. The fact he was in bed with her didn't bother or worry him, though maybe what did worry him was if she had really wanted to end up with him, he was sure she would have preferred a different bronzerider...a more experienced one...No, Faranth knew C'ryn didn't mind being in bed with Alumet, waking up after having a night of passion. He just found himself wishing that, it hadn't been done during a gold flight, both of them succumbing to flight lust.
And yet, he couldn't take his eyes off of her sleeping face, his gaze stopping on her lips. The memory of how soft they had felt against his own, the taste of her. Would he be able to get away with giving her a quick kiss and not wake her up? The urge was there, and even as he fought to push it down his leaned in closer to her..Only to stop right before his lips brushed against hers...He wasn't going to steal a kiss from her while she was sleeping, even though he wanted to so much. With great effort, C'ryn pushed himself up, trying to move as gently as he could so that he didn't wake her up, not yet at least. He wanted to try and run down to the dinning hall and get some Klah and some breakfast for her, or maybe he was afraid of being here right when she woke up.
Sitting on the edge of the bed, his feet on the floor, C'ryn let out a soft sigh into his hands. He had felt attracted to women before, had been involved with a couple, and yet he had never actually felt the way he did for Alumet. He hadn't expected to fall for someone so hard and so fast. The anxiety about what she would think, he had never thought he would worry so much about how someone else felt about, or saw him. The hesitation, wondering what he should do next, what the right course of action was, kept C'ryn in the room sitting on the edge of the bed. The fact he wasn't even at the weyr at all never crossed his
mind.
C'ryn coming back to consciousness, as well as the current worrying he was going through, had Aresoth sent waves of reassurance to his rider. The bronze was outside the small cothold he and Zenobiath had gone to, currently laying near his golden sister, but not snuggling up to her, or putting a protective wing around her unless it was asked of him.
When he had seen the gold in the sky, the suddenness that it had happened, there had been the urge of wanting to chase and then, there was the worry for his golden sister. He knew that Zenobiath could handle herself, but with the dragons already there and above the weyr, he did not want to risk the rising gold taking offense to Zenobiath as she took to the air to leave. The gold was not one he knew, not from the weyr, so that was why Aresoth had helped to guide C'ryn's hand a bit. He had, of course asked Zenobiath to accompany her. If this also had the welcoming side-effect of pushing C'ryn even closer to Alumet, maybe finally having him tell her how he felt, well Aresoth was okay with that.
Everything is alright mine. Though going to the dining hall would be quite out of the way, as we are not currently in the weyr. I will ask that breakfast be sent to your room. It wasn't a suggestion, or asking for permission, as Aresoth reached out and requested breakfast and Klah be sent up. The bronze didn't even worry if the management he contacted was use to this or not.
-_Wish of Tevarae_-
