Mornin' (Kandy/M'ran)

[Missa]

There was really nothing like waking from a sleep of bone deep exhaustion. Of wading through the conciousness levels to stir, and to then face the day. Any other day, Zadari would face it eagerly, the challenge, the knowledge that so many people would just roll over and go back to sleep - which was precisely what she was tempted to do. Only there was something stopping her doing just that and instead, she nuzzled into the warmth that was surrounding her and equally, stopping her from moving.

Mind that, Zadari didn't particularly want to get up. Perhaps it was the combination of being acutely comfortable and knowing in some distant corner of her fuzzy mind, that awkwardness was sure to come about if she opened her eyes. One thing she did notice in her half-asleep-but-oh-so-content state of mind, was that neither flittler was harrassing her for breakfast. Crystal wouldn't but Scuttle... Scuttle was weird, and probably couldn't hunt for himself.
I have asked them very nicely not to bother us. Sleepy and almost disoriented, Maiath's voice none the less held the same sweet note it always had, even after the flight. Some how, Zadari had been worried that maturity would bring changes in her darling.

It had, but not as drastically as Zadari had feared. Where Maiath might have simply gone back to sleep, to rest aching muscles, she instead wiggled closer to her brown mate, crooning very quietly as seh shifted her head to tuck it under his, obviously content, and affectionate as she all but purred.
You're practically purring. Zadari snickered mentally, dragging her eyes open despite how heavy they felt, and without making the concious decision too, wrapping both arms around M'ran's waist.
And you're not? You are very happy snuggled there.
Why yes... Yes I am. Despite this, it was with some wariness that she tilted her head up to look at the man who'd been a weyrling mate, blowing a wayward strand of hair out of her face. She didn't want to move, but she didn't want an awkward conversation either.
"Morning..."

[kandykat]

Mmm. M'ran was warm and cozy. At the edge of his mind, he knew he had to wake up for wing training, but he was too sharding comfortable! I don't think they'll mind if you miss it today,[/color] Firth murmured drowsily, eyes whirling softly as he nuzzled his mate.

Instantly, M'ran's cheeks colored red. He could vaguely remember Firth catching Maiath--or more like Maiath falling into Firth--and the resulting aftermath. M'ran wasn't a total innocent, but he was pretty close. He didn't have a ton of experience with women, and so he pretended to still be asleep as Zadari put her arms around his waist.

When she spoke, though, he couldn't pretend anymore. He slowly opened his eyes and smiled bashfully at her. "Good morning," he echoed. Sitting up a little, he glanced over at Maiath and Firth. Firth was a small brown, but he still towered over his dainty mate. It made a cute picture. "How are you feeling?" he asked Zadari, addressing a spot on the wall above her head. They were, of course, both naked, and he wasn't sure how he felt about that yet.

[Missa]

Honestly, Zadari nealy snickered at the blush, she wasn't at all uncomfortable, but she supposed some people would be. Give it a few turns of flights, M'ran would be as comfortable with them as she'd learnt to be. It didn't mean you couldn't have a steady weyrmate, it just meant that weyrmate couldn't be possessive, or not annoyingly so. The dragons came first, in this case, Maiath had chosen Firth, and so Zadari was fine with that. One had to be.

Still, Zadari wasn't horrible, so she didn't make a big deal of his obvious discomfort, only turning her head to watch the dragons. Maiath may not have meant to be caught, but she'd been caught none the less, and she was quite happy with her new mate. No doubt Firth would have affection showered on him until he tired of her, and even then, would like hold a special place in Maiath's thoughts. That was the way the green was really, she adored most people and made attachments quickly.

"Fine, actually." It wasn't like she hadn't been through flights before, she was more worried about Maiath, but the green wasn't complaining, so she figured that it wouldn't be a problem. She probably hadn't strained anything massively, just a little bruised from running into Firth.
"You? And Firth? He's not too badly hurt is he? I can assure you, Maiath didn't mean to hit him, she's just got awful aim." A snort from her dragon was the only response as she shifted enough to croon happily at Firth. Her lovely strong brown, she didn't care that there had been bronzes chasing, Firth had caught her and she was happy about that, because her Firth was a special brown... Because he was hers.