Who

Selaine, Th'bek

What

Typical after-flight conversation?

BACKSCENED.

Afterflight stuff

When

It is late night of the seventh day of the third month of the seventh turn of the 12th pass.

Where

Mirror Cavern

OOC Date 23 Feb 2016 05:00

 

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"New orders: stay on that."


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Mirror Cavern

Cordoned off from the lake under a cape of stone is a sheltered grotto sized like a dragon weyr. Running water dribbles over the entrance not in any great torrent but lesser strings of liquid. Within, isolated waters assume a perfectly protected calmness pitching prisms of refracted light onto the walls and dome-like ceiling. How they flash when the pool's crystal clear surface is disturbed, serpents of light scattering like tunnel snakes from a lantern. Surfaces are naturally unfinished which explains the varying depths, 2-12 feet, and ability to be comfortly seated. As with any small cavern sounds have a way of being amplified be they swim strokes or nuggets of gossip.


At some point between then and now, Th'bek and Selaine had managed to make it out of the water, wet clothes strewn about the cavern floor. Rukbat was well beyond Pern's horizon, darkening the cavern's entrance as Selaine briefly stirs from where she lies on her towel. The cavern floor is most certainly not comfortable but at least, unconscious, she does not feel the roughness of it just yet. Nor does she feel the bruises that will be quite visible on various parts of her body under enough lighting. Regardless, she's blissfully asleep, cuddling against Th'bek's warm body (if it's still nearby).

In the hazy aftermath of Akitith's flight, Th'bek left Selaine to both soak and swim, strokes half-assed because this is a desert and he never took to water. The 'serpents' refracted onto the cavern's walls and ceiling drag his attention and adopt it for a few minutes, dripping, as he failed to come prepared with a towel or spare clothing. And he needn't steal Selaine's. Cold, in the wet clothing he came in with, the brownrider is a sentry by his wingmate, seeing her in a position he's yet to. Valmai, his brown firelizard, glides into the cave, followed shortly by his smaller green counterpart.

Alas, the cold eventually Selaine from her dragon-lust induced slumber, wincing as she feels all those bruises everywhere, and the uncomfortable cavern floor. Eyes open slowly, vision slightly blurry as she tries to focus through her sleepy haze. A shiver runs through the greenrider's body as she realizes why she's cold and then she's quickly grabbing for that pile of clothes (thankfully dry) near the wall. The firelizards' entrance does not go unnoticed and her gaze drifts to them as she dons her clothing. It is then that she sees Th'bek over there, looking very wet and cold. Right. Th'bek. Tavuqth. Her mind reaches out to her own dragon, finding the green still in the throes of sleep, before walking slowly over to her wingleader with a towel offering, expression only slightly sheepish. "You'll catch a cold like that."

Both firelizards are too smart to roost on their cold, wet caretaker and ring around the cavern until they land where Selaine once was resting- the spot's still faintly warm. Th'bek, his legs halve drawn to him, has collected his knees with his arms, looks over and up to Selaine. "I haven't been sick in four or five Turns, don't curse my streak." He seems tired, or excessively thoughtful, or both, a grin half formed. "Thanks Selaine, you can keep it, I've got to run these to the laundry in'a bit," plucking at the breast of a sodden tunic. Tavuqth is lazing by Akitith, the robust brown with his chin on the ground. "So's, this going to be awkward for you?"

"Better safe than sorry." Selaine simply says, a small smile on her lips as she gets closer and puts the towel over his head. "At least dry off your hair." She adds before moving to sit a few inches away. There's a glance given to the brownrider. Her expression seems thoughtful but after a moment, her lips widen into a bigger smile. "Only as awkward as you want to make it." The greenrider chuckles softly, gaze shifting to the ceiling wall.

"I know this wasn't," the towel falls THWUMP on his head, "her first flight." An arm reaches to do just as the greenrider suggests: rub his hair like mad. "And she wasn't the first Arroyo green Tavuqth's caught," with fond regards to Agertha, "so everything's good, it's good." Pulling the towel off his head revels a snarled wreck he'll beat later with a comb. "How's Akitith?" Swinging his gaze over.

"Good, then." Because it can't possibly have gotten any more awkward than what had happened between her and Try'stan, at least, though that was a different story. Selaine can't help but let out a light laugh at the sight of Th'bek's hair. As for her lifemate, her gaze also drifts over to the green with an unladylike snort. "Perfectly fine. Blissfully asleep," she replies, before glancing over at Tavuqth and then back to Th'bek. "What about you?" She might be referring to the fact that they did it in a cave. Did she mention she was bruised all over?

Th'bek feels the state his head's in and rakes his fingers over his hair to give the semblance he cares. "He's awake, but resting near Akitith. I can't wait to see what he does when she wakes up." Which, judging by the canned amusement pitched in his voice, he hasn't the slightest inkling of forewarning. Stupidly, he went into the water with his boots on and so far hasn't had the courage to put the soggy leather back on. Barefoot, he scrabbles to his feet and rubs away sand stuck to a palm. "And this I shoulda asked sooner, you're okay?"

The fact that Th'bek doesn't even know how his own dragon's going to react to the one who caught post-flight was… interesting. As proven by Selaine's raising of one eyebrow at his words. Almost as if on cue, the green stirs slightly, tendrils of thought crawling into Tavuqth's mind. Then Th'bek's standing and she tilts her head to look up at him. "Hey, I asked first," she replied jokingly before adding, "I'll.. be fine. Just some bruises." or A LOT of them. "Nothing I can't handle." Hopefully. Has she had worse? Maybe. "Now you." Directing attention back to him, with a slightly bemused glance for his bare feet.

Th'bek takes the necessary steps to collect his boots, pinching them together in a one-handed grasp. He'll be carrying them out and letting them dry in the sun on his ledge. And man, are his feel pale. "My-" tugging at the tail of his tunic, he appears to be looking at his butt. "I'm… also good. Nothing sitting on a dragon won't numb." This time a grin unfolds even greater. He nods at the result of bruises, nothing he wishes on any of his flight conquers, but then the sympathetic portion of him during a flight is rather minute. "Next time, pick a room with at least carpet, eh?" Tavuqth's massive head pushes towards the direction of Akitith, his eyes a clashing purple-green.

Is that another eyebrow that goes up when Selaine sees Th'bek looking at his butt? She gives him a knowing smile, only widened by the grin that he shows her. "Right. Well, I've got some numbweed in my weyr if you want it." Something she'll likely be taking advantage of when she gets back to it. "And it's not like I planned it," she retorts. She only gets a rough forewarning. It's not like Akitith tells her, 'Hey, I'm going to rise at this place at this time.' And the green in question rouses some more, double-lidded eyes opening to meet Tavuqth's. She's comfy Selaine, she's not moving anywhere anytime soon. As emphasized by the way her tail wraps itself as much as it can around Tavuqth's nearby form.

Th'bek starts for the exit, but is turning backwards to ask, "didn't she get all glowy?" He didn't pay attention during recent drills, which is his own fault of frail observation. Tavuqth extends the wing nearest Akitith then switches his weight until he's jawing her neck, butcher fangs leaving their temporary imprints. "S'already numb." Admitting with a mono-laugh while making good on his promise to leave and change clothes. "See you tomorrow then?" Like she has a choice.

"Well, yes, but that doesn't exactly tell me exactly the when and where." Selaine replies, wrinkling her nose with a slight glare for her lifemate, completely oblivious to her rider's woes. Or just totally ignoring it cause she doesn't care right now. Neenerneener. There's a shake of her head at his admission before nodding. "Right. See you tomorrow." As for Akitith, there's a low rumble in her throat at Tavuqth's jawing, tail twitching. Selaine just looks over at them weirdly. Dragons. And then she's out of there too, leaving the two dragons at it.

"New orders: stay on that." He even draws up a finger point but can't possibly be serious enough to demand flight cushions. "G'night, wingrider." Bare feet slap against stone until he gets to the sand outside and then can walk silently. Tavuqth will probably throw his weight around and won't expect the green to endure it for long.

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