Lapse of Judgment? Probably. {El/Zero}

[Seven]

The Gold snorted as Noraali woke, feeling sore and... Shard it. Why had she done that? She couldn't turn away someone in pain.... and she had wanted that chance with K'ien. And... Faranth. She was stupid... and sore.

Don't look at me. I have told you. One mate only. You need to learn to sacrifice one or the other - duty or what you want. you are good at sacrificing in everywhere but this particular area. It is quite.... disgusting. She groaned. She didn't need to here this from her dragon. She pulled the blanket over her head. She didn't have a weyrmate. And this wasn't why.

She slowly sat up and tried to sneak out of the tangle of warm bodies that she was the center of. She wondered what they would do when they woke. It had been.... a crazy night. She picked up her tunic and pulled it on over her head. Her hair was mussed and her different colored eyes took both man in. Both were handsome in her own right. She had... a crush on one and the other... well he wasn't half bad if a bit awkward.

She crossed her arms and walked over to her dragon who lifted her head. Dont' tell me yo uare going to regret yoru choices gain? You alwasy seem to. Whether it is jsut one man or two. You're too desperate.

Noraali closed her eyes tight. "Shut up." It was a growl at her dragon. And Ehtyriath snorted. You know I'm right. The gold looked at her rider. She could feel something that was very much disdain rolling off of her in waves. It was frustrating. Very frustrating. Her dragon disdained her.... but she still loved her. She knew that too. But her dagon was also very much right.

The goldrider stood with arms crossed, looking out past her dragon's bulk at her Weyr. Rikula and her mate for the night would likely wake soon. she wondered when the two she had taken would awaken.

[Zero]

K’ien woke slowly, an ache in every single one of his limbs. The first thing he came to notice was his severe lack of clothing. Not normally one for sleeping completely nude, even on the hottest summer nights, it took him by mild surprise. It was only when the haze of his sleep-bogged mind, finally began to clear, did the bronzerider begin to remember the recent events. Actually, bits and pieces really, flight lust always had a nasty habit of toying with his memories. He groaned lowly as he finally decided to open his eyes and take in his surroundings. This definitely wasn’t his weyr. So who’s room did he wind up in after the flight? That’s when his gaze finally settled on the large, golden shape at the far end of the room and, more importantly, the small figure standing next to it.

“Nora…” K’ien whispered, unconsciously shortening her name as he slowly pushed himself from the bed, from the corner of his eye he caught sight of the second, still sleeping, figure. Oh well this was great. Not that it wasn’t completely uncommon for him to have woken up to multiple bed partners after a flight before. This time just seemed different. The woman he was just starting to get to know, and actually develop feelings for, was the one he dragged down with him in his flight lust. She was going to kill him. Stepping away from the bed he searched the floor and scattered articles of clothing, before managing to find his trousers and quickly pull them on.

Well, it wouldn’t do him any good to make the situation any more awkward than her body language was already telling him. Running a hand through his bed-head type hair, K’ien stepped up beside her and cleared his throat softly. Dammit man, get it together! “I…I hope I didn’t hurt you. I apologize if I did…” But even if she said no, he was going to assume she was lying. If he was feeling this sore after a flight then she must been feeling down right miserable.

Through their shared link, K’ien reached out to Hyorinmarth, just as he would after every flight. But the dragon was lost deep in the dark pits of sleep, though he felt some twinges of pain/stiffness emanating from the large bronze. For right now though it looked as though he had come out of the battle unscathed. Quietly K’ien pulled away from the dragons mind and breathed a small sigh of relief.

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