Post by fireflash on Jul 4, 2012 10:25:12 GMT -5
occ: jointly written by goldenauthanth and fireflash
Having shown Tish to her room and just about to take his leave, V’yel froze! The bronzes are blooding their kills! Ritith informed him suddenly causing the man to cuss “Shards” out loud. It was followed by a bellow that announced Josiath’s challenge to the Weyr. The senior weyrling master looked at Tish wondering what type of response he’d get, “Josiath’s rising to mate.” He explained, “I need to get to the weyrlings…”
Tish had been watching V’yel as he turned about to leave the room, her subconscious peering over the top of her specs eyebrow raised in appreciation of his backside, when she was interrupted, not so much hearing Josiath’s cry but feeling it. The raw emotion that flooded over her caused Tish to gasp and inhale sharply. Her emerald green eye locked with V’yel’s as he turned to face her; pulse quickening as a wave of emotions flooded through her. Anger initially but that was only fleeting and was soon replaced by burning desire. Her pupils dilating into big discs of midnight blackness edged with a slim ring of intense green as she made sense of this new intense emotion. She felt oddly disconnected V’yel’s words to her echoing in the distance… The sensation was intoxicating and Tish could of easily of given into it then and there except for the nagging concern in the back of her mind. “What?” Tish stuttered after a moment.
V’yel stood there knowing he needed to leave her and yet he was reluctant to do so, it was clear from her face that she was struggling with these feelings, “Tish?” he said taking a step towards her; he could feel Ritiths’ desire to chase Josiath and his frustration that he couldn’t… “Josiath’s challenged all the males.” He explained, “She’s rising to mate.”
Oh Faranth! Tishs’ subconscious exclaimed, realisation dawning on her face, turning and taking to her metaphoric heels and running for the hills. Tish’s eyes cleared for a moment as the implications of what V’yel had said sunk in. This clarity was short lived though as another wave of powerful sensation hit her, gasping she placed her hands down on her cot to support herself, every fibre of her being resonated with these emotions; her hands gripped the furs covering her cot tightly her knuckles turning white. Voices, dragons voices began to pulse and rattle round her mind, muted for the moment but non-the-less there. Breathing deeply she returned her gaze to V’yel who had stepped closer, concern etched on his face. “What about Ritith?” she breathed, “He wants to fly doesn’t he…”
“Yes.” V’yel responded, no point in lying to her, Ritith did want to fly, he was wound up by the desire to mate… A desire that was spreading and he shared with his dragon. “I’ve got to go…” he said, meaning on two counts, one, he needed to check the weyrlings and two, he wouldn’t trust himself around Tish for too long…
Startled by V’yel’s sudden move to leave and seized by a sudden panic tinged with need she reached out for him, catching him by the arm. “Please don’t leave me on my own!” Her hand abruptly tightening on his arm as another wave of emotion and sensation hit her. She really didn’t want to be on her own, although she wasn’t sure if this was because the emotions scared her or if it had awoken another desire. “Please” she repeated through gritted teeth her eyes closed this time as she struggled to make sense of what she was feeling.
V’yel was torn by the desire to do as she asked and the need to leave. He worried that by staying he wouldn’t be able to control himself. “Tish…” he started, taking her hand from his arm and holding it. “You’ll be safe her alone.” He explained, pleading with his eyes that she let him go… Ritith’s desire was getting stronger.
“I, I.” Her words failing her distracted by V’yel taking her hand in his, stopping her short. His hands were surprisingly soft and warm, although there were some calluses, but it was more than that, his touch sent tingles down her spine! Breathing deeply trying to order her thoughts for just a moment she looked V’yel square in the face “Not alone, please not alone, I could come with you.” She said beseechingly, squeezing his hand gently.
“Tish,” he started “when Josiath takes off and the flight progresses you will feel even more of the flight lust than you do now.” He said, “ You hear Josiath like her rider does. You react as Shayna does… You’ll desire the same!” he explained hoping she understood “I feel it too… because of Ritith” he added “ I need to check the youngsters, they’ll be confused, I can’t risk you going there, you’d have to stay in my office.”
Indecision racked her whole body, she understood why V’yel had to go and why she really should stay here, but an urge, a primitive primal longing called to her deep in the recesses of her mind, a desire so deeply routed it frightened her. V’yel’s presence was both a comfort and a torment. But the thought of being alone right now horrified her. V’yel had been there from the first time she had opened her eyes, he was the person she knew the best out of everyone on the island; in this moment, this intensely emotional, hugely overwhelming moment, he was her rock. The one person who caused her to have enough self control to focus and not disappear into the engulfing sea of sensations and emotions that threatened to consume her, emotions that where not solely her own.
She exhaled, shuddering as she did so, it was becoming harder to focus, and she felt… Tish’s subconscious had made a sudden rather dramatic reappearance in her now jumbled thoughts at least Tish presumed it was her subconscious. Gone was the frumpy school mistress and in her place stood a vastly more attractive young women, (her inner goddess) who was practically drooling over V’yel and demanding to know why she hadn’t been informed that this man was this good looking sooner!
“Uhhh” Tish moaned pulling her hand from V’yel’s and clasping her temple with both hands, her eyes tightly shut. “Please…I can’t…” her words were short, separated by intakes of breath as though she were in pain “I can’t… Not on my own!”
Having shown Tish to her room and just about to take his leave, V’yel froze! The bronzes are blooding their kills! Ritith informed him suddenly causing the man to cuss “Shards” out loud. It was followed by a bellow that announced Josiath’s challenge to the Weyr. The senior weyrling master looked at Tish wondering what type of response he’d get, “Josiath’s rising to mate.” He explained, “I need to get to the weyrlings…”
Tish had been watching V’yel as he turned about to leave the room, her subconscious peering over the top of her specs eyebrow raised in appreciation of his backside, when she was interrupted, not so much hearing Josiath’s cry but feeling it. The raw emotion that flooded over her caused Tish to gasp and inhale sharply. Her emerald green eye locked with V’yel’s as he turned to face her; pulse quickening as a wave of emotions flooded through her. Anger initially but that was only fleeting and was soon replaced by burning desire. Her pupils dilating into big discs of midnight blackness edged with a slim ring of intense green as she made sense of this new intense emotion. She felt oddly disconnected V’yel’s words to her echoing in the distance… The sensation was intoxicating and Tish could of easily of given into it then and there except for the nagging concern in the back of her mind. “What?” Tish stuttered after a moment.
V’yel stood there knowing he needed to leave her and yet he was reluctant to do so, it was clear from her face that she was struggling with these feelings, “Tish?” he said taking a step towards her; he could feel Ritiths’ desire to chase Josiath and his frustration that he couldn’t… “Josiath’s challenged all the males.” He explained, “She’s rising to mate.”
Oh Faranth! Tishs’ subconscious exclaimed, realisation dawning on her face, turning and taking to her metaphoric heels and running for the hills. Tish’s eyes cleared for a moment as the implications of what V’yel had said sunk in. This clarity was short lived though as another wave of powerful sensation hit her, gasping she placed her hands down on her cot to support herself, every fibre of her being resonated with these emotions; her hands gripped the furs covering her cot tightly her knuckles turning white. Voices, dragons voices began to pulse and rattle round her mind, muted for the moment but non-the-less there. Breathing deeply she returned her gaze to V’yel who had stepped closer, concern etched on his face. “What about Ritith?” she breathed, “He wants to fly doesn’t he…”
“Yes.” V’yel responded, no point in lying to her, Ritith did want to fly, he was wound up by the desire to mate… A desire that was spreading and he shared with his dragon. “I’ve got to go…” he said, meaning on two counts, one, he needed to check the weyrlings and two, he wouldn’t trust himself around Tish for too long…
Startled by V’yel’s sudden move to leave and seized by a sudden panic tinged with need she reached out for him, catching him by the arm. “Please don’t leave me on my own!” Her hand abruptly tightening on his arm as another wave of emotion and sensation hit her. She really didn’t want to be on her own, although she wasn’t sure if this was because the emotions scared her or if it had awoken another desire. “Please” she repeated through gritted teeth her eyes closed this time as she struggled to make sense of what she was feeling.
V’yel was torn by the desire to do as she asked and the need to leave. He worried that by staying he wouldn’t be able to control himself. “Tish…” he started, taking her hand from his arm and holding it. “You’ll be safe her alone.” He explained, pleading with his eyes that she let him go… Ritith’s desire was getting stronger.
“I, I.” Her words failing her distracted by V’yel taking her hand in his, stopping her short. His hands were surprisingly soft and warm, although there were some calluses, but it was more than that, his touch sent tingles down her spine! Breathing deeply trying to order her thoughts for just a moment she looked V’yel square in the face “Not alone, please not alone, I could come with you.” She said beseechingly, squeezing his hand gently.
“Tish,” he started “when Josiath takes off and the flight progresses you will feel even more of the flight lust than you do now.” He said, “ You hear Josiath like her rider does. You react as Shayna does… You’ll desire the same!” he explained hoping she understood “I feel it too… because of Ritith” he added “ I need to check the youngsters, they’ll be confused, I can’t risk you going there, you’d have to stay in my office.”
Indecision racked her whole body, she understood why V’yel had to go and why she really should stay here, but an urge, a primitive primal longing called to her deep in the recesses of her mind, a desire so deeply routed it frightened her. V’yel’s presence was both a comfort and a torment. But the thought of being alone right now horrified her. V’yel had been there from the first time she had opened her eyes, he was the person she knew the best out of everyone on the island; in this moment, this intensely emotional, hugely overwhelming moment, he was her rock. The one person who caused her to have enough self control to focus and not disappear into the engulfing sea of sensations and emotions that threatened to consume her, emotions that where not solely her own.
She exhaled, shuddering as she did so, it was becoming harder to focus, and she felt… Tish’s subconscious had made a sudden rather dramatic reappearance in her now jumbled thoughts at least Tish presumed it was her subconscious. Gone was the frumpy school mistress and in her place stood a vastly more attractive young women, (her inner goddess) who was practically drooling over V’yel and demanding to know why she hadn’t been informed that this man was this good looking sooner!
“Uhhh” Tish moaned pulling her hand from V’yel’s and clasping her temple with both hands, her eyes tightly shut. “Please…I can’t…” her words were short, separated by intakes of breath as though she were in pain “I can’t… Not on my own!”
