A Touch of Gypsy Fire (Dizz)

[britalia]

K’var scowled as he poured over the musty record hides before him, emerald eyes lost to all but the small lines they were drinking in like water. Those were two things he seemed to be doing a lot lately; scowling and studying. The scowls were apparent more often every day, from his rowdy, misbehaving riders to that bloody redhead who seemed to hate him for no real reason, and the studying…well…he didn’t tell the Weyr everything. His focus on the hides dimmed somewhat, and the normally work-driven man allowed his mind a welcome and rare reprieve from it’s musings. However, that small break did nothing to ease his worried and haggard thoughts, for they did not settle despite that. Just exactly what was it that nagged at him so? It’s your lack of mating, if you ask me. I myself can become quite testy too, when I don’t take to Flight every now and— The man nearly fell from his chair. Kedenth! Who the bloody Fall invited you into my thoughts? The blonde was more than surprised at the dragon’s voice, for not long ago he had drowsed, but it was more what he said than the fact he had spoken. ‘Fall and Flame, where did that come from?’ By your own sharding EGG, you ignorant bronze, if I bloody well wanted to bed a woman, I would. But I don’t, and I won’t, so keep your amorous thoughts to yourself before I show you a new way to sharpen those claws you are so fond of.

The bronze snorted to himself in amusement, glad his attempt to strike a nerve had received just the reply he wanted. Kedenth was by no means an ignorant dragon, and though he was a bronze and more than full of himself, he could tell something deeply troubled his rider. He was sure it had something to do with Savath’s rider, though, and he intended to get it over with. His voice sobered. Come, K’var, we keep nothing from each other, do we? What troubles you so? The dragon asked lowly, hoping the man would share his burden. He didn’t like it when His kept things from him.

K’var sighed and held his head in his hands, resting his elbows on the desk before him. His fingers coiled through his slightly curled hair, the blonde twining about his fingers in a tangible example of his frustration. Little did the dragon know how very close to the heart of the matter he was. The tall man never had a moment of doubt seducing the traveling kin, and as a bronzer he knew no drought of bedmates, but now….he was ready to send Kyparla through the nearest wall, or Ollandra, for that matter. He knew it was the old woman’s fault the petite gold rider had turned into the manipulative thing she now was, bronze and brown riders alike dropping like flies when she walked by and watching her like a hungry feline. Shells, even the blue and green riders liked to eye her up, even though they probably didn’t have a skybroom’s chance in an unchecked Threadfall of getting her. He couldn’t help but allow his mind to wander back to the day he had first encountered the new arrival, her green eyes wide and frightened, her clothes ripped, and that arrogant chin, tilted high and proud despite the situation she was in. He had intervined, catching J’daer’s hand before it fell…..The Weyrleader snarled and quickly straightened, banging one fist on the desk. “Scorch it.” The bronze rider hissed, and went back to his studies.

That tells me much. Kedenth interjected sarcastically, then quickly perked up. By the way, oh broody one, someone is on their way to interrupt your dark and enigmatic musings. Ever so sorry.

Who is it? The gypsy asked, not even bothering to look up from the record hides.

You’ll see. Oh the infuriating creature!!!

[Dizzy]

Mine… what has you so troubled? Surely it is more than the reassignment of a steward…

Loosing focus, Kyparla picked up the words of her Gold, It is nothing more than those meddling where they don’t belong…

And here I thought you wanted…

That’s enough Savath.

Have it your way Mine. The young gold let out a sigh before her attentions were drawn else where.

The small woman allowed the heavy sky broom door to bang loudly as she closed it behind her. “I thought I would find you here.” Kyparla appeared calm, the only thing that gave a hint to her true feelings her eyes. They were a torrent of fire, the only thing giving proof to the temper that could and more than likely would soon be unleashed. She flashed the tall Weyrleader a smile.

Kedenth… It would probably be a wise thing to warn K‘var… Mine is far from being in a good mood. Savath’s words were drowsy, she dosed in the hot summer air turning only slightly on her side. The bulge of a growing clutch made it hard to be comfortable now… but she was content.

Kyparla watched the blond man closely with veiled eyes. He hadn’t touched her since Savath’s flight and it grated… her ego, pride, let alone her heart was bruised and she was going to take it out on K’var any way she could… wither she admitted that is what she was doing or not.

[britalia]

K’var’s face did not rise even the slightest bit as the furious gold rider stormed through the door, his teeth clenching in a tangible example of his frustration with the woman. He didn’t even flinch as the large door fell heavily against it’s own frame, having overcome the surprise at sudden noises long ago. His hand tightened on the writing tool he held, his grip strong enough to snap the neck of a young girl if he so desired. This was the last thing he needed at the moment; a waspish redhead with a mouth the size of Lateo’s bowl and the means to slice a man’s dignity and pride to shreds. However, the gypsy was never one to let his emotions show, and so then put a masterful rein on his irritation and forced his tense muscles to relax. Her words might have been calm, but the blonde had never known the slight rider to be that pleasant around him, and so was suspicious, as he well should be. “Naturally, lady rider. As you well know, I am Weyrleader, and that entails a certain parade of duties I am compelled to march to.” The bronzer’s voice was even and calm as her own, devoid of any emotion and so formal it should have been a sin between lovers. The ice that hung between them was a stark contrast to the heat that drove them the night of Savath’s Mating Flight. Silence followed for a brief few moments.

Finally, emerald green left the forgotten lines that ran before them in the form of maps and charts and met with the stormy depths of Kyparla’s exotic eyes. Fire ran through her sea-green depths like thick, molten streams of lava, only confirming the Weyrleader’s suspicions. What the Fall had he done this time? The smile that curved the gold rider’s pretty lips should have been a pleasure to see, but was instead a malicious act that he knew could only foretell dark occurrences to come. He carefully veiled any emotion that might have shone through his own piercing gaze. He hadn’t touched the sharding woman since their dragons had driven them to be consumed with the maddening lust of Flight, but she acted as touchy around him as a Southern feline guarding her litter of cubs. While it was true that night had taken them both to heights of sexual passion so high it was dizzying, she had been as cold as between to him since. ‘Shards and Shells.’ He hissed mentally, and his mind involuntarily conjured vivid, wild scenes of that night and brought them into sharp focus. Human desire set in. Was it morally wrong of him to have the urge to throw her on the table between them and make her squeal? Most likely.

Kedenth opened one eye lazily as the golden lady bespoke him, her form growing more beautiful to him each day as their eggs manifested in her belly. Ah, I shall give him your advice, my lovely queen. The bronze said fondly, seeking the mind of the Weyrleader. Mine? My lovely mate has just informed me that her rider is feeling a bit....testy this day. She thinks it wise that I warn you.

Upon hearing those velvety words, the dragon’s voice so like his rider’s, the man’s face held it’s icy mask, but inside irritation arose like a great feline. Oh, aye? And I am far from being patient this morning. Her little temper tantrum will have to wait. K’var spat back, annoyance beginning to writhe inside him like some great beast. The Weyrleader was extremely adept at controlling his emotions, particularly unsavory ones, but that did not mean he didn’t harbor them. The bronze rider’s gaze was level, yet those emerald depths burned with an inner fire just as intense as Kyparla’s. What did she think; that he was dead, unfeeling? Did she think him not a man? “Is there something you needed, lady rider?” He asked softly, a dangerous edge to those otherwise velvet words.

(( *Sings 'Come Undone' by Duran Duran* Hehe.....it's like G'llahar's theme song right now. Just wait until later, hehehe.....))

[Dizzy]

"Me, need something?"

'Oh... your lips pressed hard against mine.'

"Not really. I did want to discuss something with you though." The Weyrleader's aloof manner and her own lusty thoughts only kindled rage inside the young woman. 'Alright...' Kyparla walked to the edge of the dark Skybroom desk and propped her hip up on the corner, the linen of her skirt pulling tight against her hard thighs.

"I'm well aware of your Duties as Weyrleader." Although her words were sweet her manner dripped sarcasm. Kyparla continued to smile, her eyes never leaving his... that is when he deemed it important to meet her gaze.

"I just didn't realize that they also included insulting the Headwoman to the point that she has to come to me scorching mad." Deep down the Goldrider knew that the situation should have been allowed to blow over... she was just trying to pick a fight... but then So?

Mine.

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Kedenth?

[britalia]

K’var’s teeth ground even harder together as the gold rider spoke, her sweet voice nearly dripping honey. The redhead was no doubt trying to bait him with what only seemed like innocent words. With Kyparla, nothing was innocent any more.

“Indeed? What might that be, Weyrwoman?” The bronze rider’s voice was soft, yet like ice, for unlike the petite girl, he did not try to play games. His emerald depths flared slightly as she propped a hip on his desk, his gaze traveling down her reclining form and back up to meet once more with her sea green eyes. Well, she still cut a lovely picture, even if her personality leaned more towards caustic than sweet. The Weyrleader tensed slightly, almost unnoticeably, at her next declaration, her voice sickly sweet even as her tone cut sarcastic. His eyes hardened, cold frosting through his blood. She was asking for it, that sharding woman.

Leaning back against the high-backed chair that served as his own, K’var regarded the woman before him silently, an unreadable emotion darting through his eyes. Was it anger, lust…sadness? Perhaps a mixture of those and more. Propping his elbows on the arms of the heavy chair, the bronzer rested the tips of his fingers against each other before him, those fathomless emerald orbs almost locked onto her lighter, more exotic depths. “Reassigning a Steward is hardly enough to get the Headwoman into such a fit, my lady rider. It seems there is an excess of emotion flying about lately, particularly in women, yes?” His voice was low and thick, his accent more prominent than usual. Was it anger darkening that usually elegant air? It seemed that it merely took one petite gold rider to rip away all that carefully reigned fury the blonde normally kept in check.

Mine? I do suggest you be more careful. Kedenth warned, his tone soft but deadly serious. A woman can kill a man more expertly than a sword. Or, at least, what makes him a man. The great bronze shifted, a tinge of orange finding it’s way into his eyes. He disliked it when his mate’s rider fought with his.

As the gold suddenly bespoke him, Kedenth was immediately on his feet, his whirling gaze directed to the queen he proudly called his mate, unable to stop the smugness that surged through him upon seeing her stomach heavily-laden with his children. He knew that Savath disliked their arguments just as much as he. Yes, my lady gold? The bronze asked, ready to be at her side in a moment should she wish it. It was his darkest and truest intention to keep her utterly happy, no matter what she asked of him.