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Posted: Mon Dec 18, 2017 9:22 am
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Posted: Fri Dec 22, 2017 12:25 pm
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It had taken Mishaath a bit of time to recover from the exertion of the flight, and a bit longer to work up the backbone to (very gently) dismiss the brown that had caught her—which amounted to her thanking him for his trouble, apologizing, and then darting away like a bolt the moment she felt Tyalith mentally reaching out to her.
She was up on the ledge in a heartbeat, body nearly thrumming with anxiety. How could she have done this? Chosen someone other than her Tyalith? She'd flown so hard, chased so well, but Mishaath had overextended herself, and had to allow another to help her down from the sky. Would Tyalith be angry that she'd picked another? What if she wanted her to leave? Being apart from T'rel would kill Tyila, surely. How could she have done this?
The tiny green creeled pitifully as she crept towards the larger, lounging green. To her, Tyalith sounded almost stand-offish, her own anxiety making her read the other's anxiety as disappointment. I, yes, yes please Tyalith I would, would like that very much... She slunk closer, looking every bit like a timid rabbit about to bolt at the first sharp look or quick turn.
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Posted: Tue Dec 26, 2017 11:36 am
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Posted: Wed Apr 11, 2018 11:22 am
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Mishaath was a mess as Tyalith leaned a bit closer. Oh, oh, she would hate to lose the bigger green's affections! When Tyalith apologized, she wanted to weep! If only a dragon could cry. No, no, I'M the one who's sorry! She insisted. I ran away from you, and then when I wanted to turn and find you my wings were just so tired, and... She trailed off, still wrought with distress, but leaned against Tyalith for comfort and reassurance. What a pair they were, both tripping over each other in their upset about the entire thing. If only she hadn't had to rise!
The little green was almost silent as she let herself come down from her worried height. The distant sun was indeed setting, casting long shadows over the Weyr. She could feel her rider, arm in arm with Tyalith's, somewhere down in the bowels of the place, probably getting a late dinner. The woman had reached out, sensing her dragon's anxiety and fear, and that combined with her mate green's touch was slowly helping her calm. ...Which male caught you? She finally ventured. Mine was not a blue. She offered, wanting not to really talk about it, but knowing that Tyalith would appreciate knowing that Mishaath had not been as bad off as she could have been.
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Posted: Mon Apr 23, 2018 1:07 pm
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Posted: Fri May 04, 2018 4:00 pm
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Posted: Mon May 07, 2018 3:30 pm
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Posted: Tue May 08, 2018 9:44 am
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Mishaath honestly hadn't meant to make her mate biased against blues. She wanted to feel safe and at ease around them, herself. They made up nearly as much of the weyr as greens did, and they were...well, almost all of them were kind, and not at all like the blue that had left her wary of them. If you work to become faster, I will work on lasting longer in the air, to give you more time to catch me. If her Tyalith was going to go through so much effort, putting some in back was the least the tiny green could do.
The sun had dipped below the horizon now, turning the sky dark, though still colorful. Painted in streaks of purple and red and gold...Mishaath wanted to see it. Slowly she peeked out from under her own wing, the colors reflecting off her own deep blue eyes. It was becoming a perfect evening, now that the...morning was over. Gently she let her chin rest on Tyalith's claw, not saying anything else, just enjoying the moment.
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Posted: Thu May 10, 2018 4:25 pm
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