Late Night Arrivals (Ayala and S'hon)

[E]

Malekith came out from between high above Lateo Weyr, but without his usual trumpet. This time he glided on silent wings with two browns following behind him. Slow circles were made down toward the Helios Weyrs as he let his mind brush that of the green standing watch. She was from his wing as they had planned and she would not let it be known that there were late arrivers that night.

Tell L’nuo’s and R’lan’s browns that they are free to land and sleep.
And our passenger?
We will drop her off with S’hon along with news of our events… he is back by now isn’t he?
Yes, Mazbeth is in his weyr.
Good.

E’mion, the rider of Malekith, finally let his eyes grow back into focus after conversing with his dragon to look at the head of the woman that sat in front of him. She was a smaller thing, easy to hold onto with one of his arms while the other held the riding straps before him. What had she thought of between? Or even of the bronze beast upon with they sat? He did not know, nor did he care enough to ask. He had not been happy when his riders argued with him over keeping the woman.

[dragonshadow58]

Ayala was stuck in a silent shock, absorbing everything but focusing on nothing. She had felt a mixture of aw and terror at the sight of the dragons once her captors had gotten back to the long abandoned Weyr. She didn’t even notice the rough hands that put her atop the larges of the three dragons. The sailor was awake and recovering her senses as they sprang into the air, the flight much more then she could have hoped or expected a smile was just forming on her lips when suddenly everything was gone and only cold remained.

That must be what death felt like, for she though that she had died. The five second seemed to last hours before they where back in warm air that remained her of home though it was dark here, it must have been late… she forced herself to swallow her dry throat fighting her but giving in with a small cough she stifled quickly. She didn’t want to look at the man behind her. He had been the one that wanted her dead and though that should have scared her she did make a point of making his last couple of days miserable out of spite, it wasn’t as if anyone would miss her anyway if he did slit her throat.

The two brown dragons and riders veered of to there own little holes in the cliff face leaving her alone with this man… surprisingly she was not scared, she didn’t know if she was to tired to be scared or if she just didn’t care anymore.

[shawncameron]

S’hon wiped the sweat from his brow, sitting up from the exercises he had been doing and looking out of his weyr ledge with his one good eye, the other covered by the long black hair that wouldn’t stay back in the ponytail tied at the nap of his neck.

E’mion is coming. there was something in the bronzes voice that made S’hon glance at him, it was the kind of thing that normally spoke of an unwanted surprise. thank you Maz

Standing S’hon stretched only to tense jumping back and bouncing on one foot, lifting the other so he could grab the small kitten that had been climbing up his pant leg hooking its little claws into more then just the fabric.

S’hon closed his eyes breathing deeply and stroking the kitten a little harder then necessary as she purred and Mazbeth snorted with Dragonic laughter. He put her down on one of his two chairs before reaching for his long coat and heading out to the weyr ledge to wait for his Wingleader, his up turned face the only sign that he cared or even knew the man was heading his way.

[E]

E’mion felt the woman he held cough, though it was a slight one, as they finally touched the ground outside of S’hon’s weyr. Unbuckling the both of them, he swung his leg over and slide down the side of the bronze; completely ignoring the fact that there was a second person upon the dragon.

Seeing S’hon already waiting for him, he waved the man over as he took of his riding helmet and gloves. Stuffing the gloves in his pocket, he sighed and ran a hand over his short hair.

“I have both good news and bad S’hon. Which do you want first?” There was a slight smile pulling at the edge of E’mion’s lip for he knew full well that his wingsecond would feel the same way he had about much of what had happened, especially with the idea of bringing a northern woman back with them.

[dragonshadow58]

Ayala tensed as the dragon touched down expecting a jolt that didn’t come from the huge though graceful creature. Blinking in the warm air she watched as the rider dismounted ignoring her. She was too tired to get angry and too proud to ask for help so swing her leg over the side of the dragon as she had done when she mounted, she laid on her belly and aloud herself to slid off the smooth skin trying not to dig her fingers into the soft hide and hurt the dragon.

She landed hard but stayed standing wobbling slightly and leaning on the bronze before she realized what she was doing and backed off, staying closer to the dragon then the men but not touching it. She stood strait crossing her arms over her chest but her eyes where starting to droop. She had not slept one night since they had taken her. She always had trouble sleeping on solid unmoving ground and though the cantering runner was soothing the fact that she was on a runner was enough to keep her eyes wide and her muscles tens.

Trying not to fall asleep on her feet she studied the man Endymion was talking too, there was something familiar about him, but what it was she couldn’t place, she was just too… tired…

[shawncameron]

S’hons expression was cold as always so those who knew him would say it was normal wile those who didn’t would say he looked pissed, which was closer to the truth though he didn’t let it show. E’mion was not alone…

He said nothing, not a word of greeting, not a question to their progress in the north. he didn’t have to as E’mion, thank the first egg, got strait to the point. S’hon moved his ice gaze from his wing leader to the woman who had just landed hard on the ground. As she turend to face them S’hon stifend in the dark he had thought for a moment that her hair was black and he emidiatly got a flash of a face he never wanted to see again but always managed to when he slept. But she was not Loaya but she was looking at him, “I have an Idea the bad involves her… and since she is here, in my weyr, I would like to hear about that first.”

She was looking at him now and he could tell she was trying not to pass out even as her eyes flickered with something he did not recognize.

[E]

E’mion sighed to himself as he heard S’hon’s reply knowing full well that the man would not be happy with the news of having to watch her for the night and most of the next day. Turning to glance back at her, he put his hands into his pocket while holding his helmet beneath his arm.

“This is a northerner. I haven’t bothered to ask her name…” E’mion paused wondering for a moment why he never heard any of the others ask it either. Perhaps he had been too busy brooding over the ship that had left without them. “We ran into complications, the guards came after us and she had overheard our conversation with the captan. L’nuo and R’lan went after her just as the captan took off with the herdbeasts. We had to make a run for the weyr. She was dragged along.”

Pausing again, E’mion tilted his head slightly to look at Malekith who had swung his head around to look at the woman from her right side as the rest of his body had laid itself down.

There might be something in her… You should ask a search rider. I’m not good at these things, but I like her.
You have not even known her long enough.
Well I think I feel something. Ask a search rider.

[dragonshadow58]

Ayala squinted at the two only hearing bits and peaces of the conversation, the thing that really struck her was not what they where saying but the other mans accent, she recognized it, it was a mountain accent from the North and Endymion was calling her a Northerner, as though it was some new kind of slimy fish that made an entire catch worthless.

Something big moved just outside her vision and she swayed but seeing the dragons head she smiled faintly, too tired to think about what the men where saying or how they where saying it. She reached out one hand, hovering over the nose before laying her fingers lightly on the soft warm skin, “thank you… dragon… I’m sorry I don’t know your name… but thank you for not dropping me.”

Her body was heavy and a fait sent in the warm air reminded her of home, her real home… the ocean.

[shawncameron]

S’hon look back to his wingleader arching an eyebrow at the man, “so I assume the good news is the ship left with the heard beasts, and the bad is.” He looked back to the woman, his lips turning up in more of a smirk then a smile before he spoke, “is petting your dragon. But why is she here?” Wouldn’t she be better off with L’uno? But he didn’t ask that question, for some reason S’hon didn’t want to see her in that man’s weyr, like so many other women who came and went from his bed.

Mazbeth looked up from his couch tilting his head as he studied the woman, I like her S’hon… can we keep her? “she is not a kitten Mazbeth and no we can not keep her. The bronze looked from his rider back to the woman, she looks like Loaya… only with gold hair… but… I like her. the bronze flinched as S’hon tensed at the mere mention of that name. His ice wall grew five more layers in that instant.

[E]

“She is here, S’hon…” E’mion answered, his own voice growing stern so that the man would not argue as he turned to face him once again. “Because I’m exausted and so is R’lan and L’nuo. Someone needs to watch her. I’ll take her tomorrow night and L’nuo said he’d take her the next night. We will rotate until she understands that she cannot go back.”

Squinting thru the darkness at the man, E’mion tried to read his wingseconds cold thoughts. Just like always, however, he was left unknowing. “S’hon. Don’t let her out of your sight. I’m still trying to figure out how to put her in the lower caverns, or even the candidate barracks without someone asking her origins.”

As E’mion spoke to S’hon, Malekith had pushed his nose gently against the woman’s hand as he listened carefully to her words. The bronze did not, however, answer her but spoke to his rider instead.

She tires. You should put her to bed.
She can wait.
E’mion…

“Fine. Fine.” He answered gruffly as he threw up his hands in frustration at his bronze. Dropping his helmet on the ground near the bronze’s feet, he walked back up to the woman half tempted to throw her over his shoulder like a sack of tubers just as he had done before on the northern continent. He paused, however, and decided to see if she was yet willing to cooperate.

“Are you going to walk? Or do I have to carry you again?” he asked shortly as he put his calloused hands upon his hips.

[dragonshadow58]

Ayala smiled wider at the warm pressure from the dragon but was shocked out of the reprieve when the helmet slid across the stone to land at the dragons feet, she looked at the helmet for only a moment before turning her sharp blue eyes onto the rider holding her head up stubbornly and trying to focus her mind as the storm brewed behind her eyes ready to be set loose.

“That depends, Sir,” she said the title the same way he said Northerner, uncrossing her arms and placing them on her hips stubbornly, “where am I walking too? Or am I just supposed to follow you blindly?”

[shawncameron]

S’hon said nothing and did not look away from E’mion. He should have known… she was to stay here, in his weyr, in his bed, there was no other place for her, she is existed, but strong, S’hon sighed shrugged and turned away from his wing leader, when he spoke it was both to the man and to his dragon, “Ill turn the sheets back.”

He headed back into the weyr, pulled back the hangings of his four-poster bed and turning back the sheets before he summoned the little green flit that was always waiting for his call. Catching her little mouth between his thumb and forefinger he focused her eyes on him and gave her the silent instructions not to let the woman leave the room before signaling her to take her position on one of the posts.

[E]

Hearing the northern woman begin to spit out questions in his direction and put her hands on her hips stubbornly, E’mion decided he didn’t even care and ignored her. Without any hesitation at all, the roughneck closed the distance between them and grabbed her waist before she was even done speaking. A small woman, E’mion had no problem throwing her over his shoulder like a sack of tubers once again.

She is going to grow to hate you.
As long as I get to bloody bed some time tonight.

Turning on his heel, he followed where S’hon had disappeared to in the darkness and made his way toward the lit room, doing his best to ignore the woman he carried. She was soon to be S’hon’s problem and for once the wingleader did not feel bad about dumping his task upon the wingsecond. He was sick of her.