A Song of Ice and Fire {Zirin}

[Elessar]

Iro'ris couldn't see who was walking down the hallway. He was a bit affected by the lust that only a Queen-flight could induce in nearly every rider in the Weyr... even a Sub-Queen rider. Well, had he been a rider with more flight experience, it may not have effected him as strongly... but he had only been bonded for three turns, and was still "new" at the whole flight game.

Saekath was curled up in their personal weyr, eyes watching the horizon. One day she would fly, and she knew exactly which dragon she would choose... but that dragon had been gone a long time. She didn't know if he would ever return to Trelis Weyr. Letting out a soft keening sound, she curled herself tighter, and pushed away from Iro'ris' mind.

The Topaz rider blinked as Saekath cut herself off, and was turning to go back to his own weyr, instead of to the kitchens where he was heading, to check on her, when he was forced to do a double take. That figure coming down the hallway looked extremely familiar... and Iro'ris wasn't entirely sure how he felt about it.

Just kidding, of course he did.

"You sharding bastard!" He screamed. Saekath immediately put herself back in contact with her rider, her eyes swirling. What on Pern was going on?! This time, it was Iro that cut the contact as he flew down the hallway, his fists clenched in anger. Two years ago he wouldn't have been able to punch bread into any reasonable shape... but now he was a hardened rider, and as his fist was aimed at J'degar's head, and his knee at the other man's stomach...

Well, he hoped it hurt like hell.

[Zi]

Gar liked to pride himself of his ability to be prepared for a fight. He trained often, kept himself in peak physical form, and liked to think he could see a swing coming from a mile away. of course, that was all under the assumption that he was in control of his own mind, not lost to the lust of a flight. It didn't help that Syphraelth was doing his best to keep Gar's anger at bay. As the punch collided with his jaw, his head snapped to the side, making the kick to his got that much easier to land. It would come as no surprise that he staggered against the wall, clutching his gut with a grunt of discomfort. At least his body could take a beating.

"The hell!" He growled back, lifting his eyes to Iro. There was a brief flash of recognition, of annoyance, before his eyes were once again glazed over with lust. For a moment Syphraelth couldn't keep control and J'degar lunged at Iro'ris, trying to pin him against the wall, but his steps were shoddy at best and there probably wasn't enough force behind his movements to do any real damage.

Saekath, Little Lady, Syphraelth had taken off from his ledge, knowing he needed to intervene somehow, but not sure what to really do. I had hoped to see you again under better terms, but it seems this will have to do for now. Might I land?

[Elessar]

Iro'ris was moderately surprised when his punch came in contact with J'degar's jaw, and was completely startled when his kick made the older, tougher rider stumble against the wall, clutching his stomach. The Topaz rider noted that J'degar recognized him, which only made him more angry, if anything.

"What do you mean, 'The hell?!'" Iro roared, a second punch coming for his former Weyrlingmaster's face. "You left!" He snarled. Fire seemed to fly from his eyes as he glared at the other man, ire etched in every fiber of his being. If he had his choice, he would beat J'degar to a pulp and leave him for cat meat… but he didn't have his choice.

Unfortunately for him, the remains of flight-lust hit him right as J'degar lunged, which ended up with J'degar pinning Iro'ris to the wall. The push was not forceful at all, and Iro simply grunted as his back was slammed against stone. Had he been himself, he would have torn Gar limb from limb, unstoppable in his anger like a wildfire on the plains. But he wasn't himself. So instead of attacking, he chose to press himself against the other man seductively before kissing J'degar forcefully.

At Syphraelth's words, Saekath suddenly understood what was going on. Chuckling, she moved back a bit from her ledge. Syphraelth… it has been too long. I am no longer "little" in any terms.[/color] Crooning to the brown, her tail twitching, she answered him cordially. Oh, my Syphraelth. Of course you may land. This ledge is always open to you.[/color]

[Zi]

He opened his mouth to answer, but no words came out. He knew, in the tiny rational part of his mind, J'degar knew he had some explaining to do. This was his best friend, his student, his... something. He didn't really know what on the best of days. Regardless, he knew he should be trying to make the words come out, to explain to Iro why he left, what he was doing during that time... why he hadn't said goodbye.

But shard it all, there was no way he was going to get a word in edgewise with Iro's tongue down his throat. He gave a grunt, as close to words as he could get as he grabbed hold of Iro's sides and tried to steer him towards the nearest door. There would be time for words later, right now J'degar had a mighty need to deal with and it seemed Iro would be the 'unfortunate' recipient of his lust. Everything else could wait.

Syphraelth was grateful to be allowed to land. His wings were far too tired to be used already, and he was pleased to not have to deal with an angry dragoness. He didn't really think he meant enough to deserve anger or anything, but he wasn't going to make a fuss. You were not so little the last time I saw you either, Little Lady, but old habits die hard. He dipped his head politely. She was no longer his student, a dragoness full grown and beautiful in her own right, and while Syphraelth had always held a fondness for her, he didn't let that affection get in the way of proper manners. How is yours...? I fear unhappy.. if Mine's pain is anything to go by.

[Elessar]

SKIP, LULZ

Iro'ris awoke in a tangled mess of man and blankets. It took him a few moments to recall the events of the night before, but when he did… well, his cheeks flushed a nice shade of red. Casting his blue eyes to where Saekath normally curled, he was not surprised to see Syphraelth on her ledge with her, brown hide a strange (but not unwelcome) sight against her topaz scales.

J'degar still slumbered, and Iro'ris couldn't stop the grin from forming as he noted that the older man not only sported a black eye, but also a split lip. He wanted to laugh, but didn't want to wake J'degar up… not like that anyway. He still felt like his stomach was burning up with a fire he couldn't contain. He was angry. More angry than he had ever been in his entire life.

"Get the sharding hell out of my bed, you asshole!"

Pushing J'degar as hard as possible, he aimed to roll the brown-rider right off of the bed and onto the cold, hard stone floor. Deep down, he was extremely glad that his best friend, his former teacher his… Well, deep down he was glad Gar was back, even if he didn't know what exactly they were. "Out!" He yelled. "Get out!"

[Zi]

It was safe to say that he felt pretty damn good, better than he had felt in what seemed like... well... Turns. Of course, all his happy, comfy feelings were occuring while he was still mostly asleep. A state he apparently was not going to get to enjoy for long as suddenly there was an obscenely loud yelling in his ear; just enough of a warning to prepare himself before he was attacked with force. With a grunt of confusion, J'degar shot out his arm and a leg and managed to catch himself before he landed on his ass. He may have been asleep moments before, but his mind was no longer lost to flightlust. Oh yeah, he had some of his instincts back.

"Bloody hell was that for!" He yelled, trying to get his bearings. "Didn't anyone teach you about shardin' flight etiqu-" He had turned to look at his attacker and froze mid sentence, snapping his jaw closed with an audible sound as he realized just who was beside him. The movement hurt his jaw, and for a moment he was confused about the pain but - ah, there it was. The memories of last night were slowly leaking back in.

"Alright fine. I'll admit I deserved that." He growled, standing and shuffling about the room in his birthday suit in search of the fellis that was no doubt hidden somewhere. Part of him wanted to just storm out but, well this man had been his best friend, still was in Gar's mind, and he knew it hadn't been fair to just leave Iro without a word of warning. "You're a princess in the morning you know that? Shells you throw a temper tantrum larger than any women I know." he started opening cupboards looking for the drug. "Alright princess where is it?" As if he was going to let Iro boss him around just like that! he felt Syphraelth rumble in amusement from the ledge, but it was clear the brown was still half asleep and content to stay curled up to the lady.

[Elessar]

Iro didn't feel guilty at all. Especially because Gar was enough of himself to catch himself before hitting the floor. He really didn't feel any guilt when it seemed as if J'degar had forgotten what had happened. Granted, he was asleep two seconds ago, but none of that mattered to the anger-driven Topaz rider.

Then Gar's mouth snapped shut, and Iro felt a tiny, tiny bit of guilt slip back in. After all, the older man looked so peaceful when he was sleeping. But it didn't matter. Iro'ris was pissed as all hell, and he was going to let J'degar know it. His best friend in the entire world had left, just left and hadn't even told him why, or told him, or even… anything! No goodbye, no nothing! Unacceptable!

Iro glared daggers at the other man as he shuffled around the room searching for fellis, and crossed his arms. Both of them were still stark naked, but it didn't really matter. Nothing either of them hadn't seen before. "Don't call me princess," Iro growled at Gar's request. The topaz rider glared at Syphraelth's laughter, and then at his own dragon, who added her own rumble to the mix. Both dragons were obviously content to put the past behind them, but Iro was like fire, and Gar was like ice… this fight was going to get nasty. "Bottom drawer of the desk, asshole."

[Zi]

J'degar, for a moment, was thankful that Iro was keeping his mouth shut. Of course, that meant he had nothing to distract himself from the guilt. he wasn't one to normally abandon those he cared for... but two Turns ago he had needed to get away, to just up and leave and just have time to collect himself, to remind himself what was important. It had just... taken a lot longer than he had initially planned. And oh, there it was, the man's incessant bitching. J'degar snorted and looked back to give Iro an unimpressed look.

He started to bend down, but realized how bad of an idea that probably was and knelt instead to grab the precious drug. Klah will be sent up any moment. Syphraelth hummed, knowing his rider's routine like the back of his paw, and J'degar was grateful he wouldn't have to wait as the sound of the klah arriving up the chute sounded behind him.

"I suppose a princess wouldn't hit quite like you do." he finally replied, rubbing at his jaw before grabbing up the skin of klah and pouring a bit-more-than-healthy dose of fellis into it. He hurt dammit, and no doubt dealing with a topazrider would be easier under the influence. "At least you've kept your training up." He said as he eyed Iro'ris. Was that an almost appraising look in his eyes? Surely not. He was just approving of the man's build was all. He appreciated physical fitness. He straightened up, rolled his shoulders to loosen his muscles and took a hearty gulp of the klah, a quick moan of pleasure escaped him at the faint tingling of the fellis. He closed the skin and tossed at Iro.

"Drink up brat, or put your marks where you mouth is. Come on then. Face me man to man if you think hitting me is going to accomplish anything." he was dead serious. He knew they both had their own things weighing on their mind, and he had known Iro long enough to know how angry he was. Either they would get nice and drugged on the drink, or they'd beat at eachother until all the frustration was gone. Iro's choice.

Saekath, dear lady, our riders are acting like hatchlings. The dragon grumbled, not at all happy to have to deal with such stupidity so early in the morning.

[Elessar]

Iro'ris was not happy. The sound of klah coming up the chute did not make him happy. J'degar's lack of explanation did not make him happy. The sight of Saekath curled with Syphraelth did not make him happy. Hell, the sight of J'degar didn't even make him happy.

It made him mad.

"Don't call me a princess," he snarled, watching as his former Weyrlingmaster poured fellis into the mix. Iro'ris ignored the compliment (was it even a compliment?), and glared as J'degar gave him an almost… appraising look. The brown rider moaned in pleasure from the fellis-laced klah, but Iro'ris knew he had been moaning for other reasons just the night before. That thought did not make him happy.

He was, however, quick enough to catch the skin of klah and take a gulp, listening to Gar's challenge. Hit him? Man to man? Iro'ris wanted nothing more than to beat the shit out of his former Weyrlingmaster, but J'degar was tall and he was tough. The topaz rider decided he didn't care. Setting the klah on his desk, he raised his fists into fighting position.

"Come on then," he growled, twisting sharply to the side and aiming a good solid punch at J'degar's jaw. Maybe if he hit it hard enough, it would break.

Saekath rumbled unhappily. Yes. But Mine was sad for a very long time when Yours left. I will not stop him.[/color] Even though she didn't want to deal with Iro'ris' and J'degar's stupidity any more than Syphraelth, she turned her eyes to him. You will not interfere, either,[/color] She commanded the brown. It was the first command she had ever issued to him, and she felt strange ordering him, but knew her rider must come first. I will force you from this ledge myself if you try.[/color]

[Zi]

Ah good, Iro was drinking. Perhaps that meant they had a chance to get this out of their system and move on. Getting over it was the preferred result, for gar at least, because even though he had run off, Iro was still one of the best friends he had ever had and Gar hoped his moment (yes, two Turns was still only a moment in his mind) of weakness wouldn't cause that friendship to be destroyed past the point of fixing.

He remained quiet at first, watching Iro move and seeing the swing coming. Part of him knew he should just let it hit him, but his jaw still ached from being hit the previous night, and he didn't want to chance Iro actually causing serious harm, so he backstepped to avoid it and countered by throwing a fist right at Iro's chest, hoping to know the wind out of him if it connected.

"The cat has claws doesn't he?" J'degar said mid movement, both impressed that Iro was standing up to him, and a little uneasy about how fast the man actually was. Sure, Gar had size and outright strength on his side, but that didn't mean he was guaranteed to win, and he knew he wouldn't come out of this without a few good bruises at least, which was why he wasn't trying to hold back either.

Syphraelth's head shot up and for a moment he simply stared at Saekath, then turned to look inside at the men, that back to Saekath before rumbling a sort of acknowledgement. Part of him felt a moment of confusion that his student was bossing him around, but this was Saekath and she hadn't been his student for a long time now. As you wish, my Lady. He dipped his head, not one for disobeying his superiors. Of course, if His ended up in real danger, he might have to intervene, but he doubted he would have cause to disobey a sub-queen. After a moment, he added quietly, Mine feels regret for how long he was away.