You can't leave!! We can't leave!! The big bronze wasn't normally prone to whining, but the thought of leaving before even getting a chance at the beautiful Mekoth was beyond him.
"I told you once, I told you twice, I told you a thousand times!! We're not chasing!!" M'slin cringed as he realized that some passer-by's had heard him. When he lost his temper he tended to forget the Enojoth could hear his thoughts. Blasted dragon!
I heard that! Enojoth snorted and reared, fanning his wings. Sometimes I wonder what I ever saw in you!! The bronze dragon's eyes whirled red.
M'slin was frozen to his spot, his lifemate's feelings flowing through him. The bronzerider had never been more shocked in his life. "You're mad..."
Enojoth bugled again. Damn right! This was probably the first time in the history of their relationship that Enojoth was temperamental and M’slin was relatively calm.
The bronzerider wasn’t sure exactly how to handle the situation, so he just went with his feelings. He began to laugh. It may not have been the most tactful thing to do, but watching a rather large dragon throw temper-tantrum was funny.
Enojoth immediately became self-conscious. What? He folded his wings and placed them at his sides again. He lowered his head, slightly embarrassed. What?!
M’slin was having trouble breathing. “I’m...I’m...I’m....” He was doubled over. Several people had now stopped to look at him, wondering if he needed any help. M’slin waved them on as he held his aching sides.
Even though the bronze knew that the joke was on him, he couldn’t help feeling slightly happy at the sight of his rider enjoying himself so much. M’slin wasn’t exactly someone who followed the ‘smile at least once a day’ rule. If you don’t tell me what you find so funny about the fact that I can have emotions too, I’ll flame you. The dragon tried to sound menacing.
M’slin finally calmed himself down to a private smirk. “Sorry...sorry...” He walked towards the bronze and the dragon lowered his head to his rider’s level. M’slin stroked Enojoth’s eyeridges and neck. “Talk about role-reversal.”
The dragon’s eyes whirled blue as he did find the humour in that. Can we at least stay until the ribbon cutting?
The bronzerider got the impression that the dragon knew something he didn’t. Searching for a hidden meaning, and unable to find any, M’slin consented. “Alright. But we’re in the air as soon as that ribbon hits the ground. Deal?”
Enojoth smirked. Deal.
Ugh... M’slin pulled at the dress shirt that he’d been coaxed into wearing by one of the staff here at Seiryuu. Apparently these formal ceremonies were supposed to be only attended by people in formal attire. M’slin had seriously considered informing the man that he then would not be attending, and was seriously considering that option again. The man, seeing M’slin pulling at the collar glared and silently ordered the bronzerider to behave. Either that or I’ll choke him with this damned collar!
Enojoth rumbled, a displeased noise that he tried to hide. This is a big day for Seiryuu. It’s his job to make sure you don’t look like an ass. BEHAVE!
M’slin turned to look at his dragon, sitting on the ledge of the weyr they’d been given for the week of the celebration. He waved the man off, silently praying that the guy didn’t get any closer, or the bronzerider really would deck him. Either too busy to stay any longer, or picking up on M’slin’s angry vibe, the man left. “What’s up with you?” M’slin asked the dragon as he turned back to his reflection in the mirror.
Brush your hair. The dragon examined his rider before beginning to pace the short length of the ledge. Not the biggest bronze on the planet, Enojoth was still relatively large. He was a shining honey colour, with one of the most impressive wing-spans of any dragon M’slin had ever seen. Normally a relatively calm, patient dragon, M’slin couldn’t understand why Enojoth seemed to have a permanent bout of bad-temper since M’slin had ordered him out of Mekoth’s flight.
M’slin sighed and began to pull a brush through his long, chestnut brown hair. He’d been given some wonderful stuff for it, an anonymous gift from someone at the Weyr here. It made his hair much softer and much easier to brush. He had the mass braided in half the time it used to take him. He brushed his bangs out of his eye, knowing the gesture to be pointless, but old habits die hard, and unbuttoned the top button in the stupid dress shirt. “You know she has a mate.”
Enojoth stopped his pacing to glare at his rider for a moment, before fanning his wings and starting his circuit again. He doesn’t deserve her. He won’t catch her again.
M’slin sighed again, really having no idea how to deal with this situation. “It’s still rude. Magika sent us here to make a good impression.” M’slin remembered the little pep talk his Weyrwoman had given him before he’d come here, before he’d met Quachir.
As soon as he thought of the Weyrwoman here, he remembered how he’d felt when he first saw her, how he still felt... And how I felt when I found out she had a weyrmate and a kid...they’re not for us Enojoth.
M’slin stood another moment in silence, hoping that his dragon would get over it’s obsession with the Sr. Queen. Realizing that his dragon wasn’t going to respond, he headed down to the main part of the Weyrbowl where the ceremony was to take place.
Enojoth, still in a horrible mood, snorted and snapped at a brown who got to close to him when he flew to join his rider. They are for us M’slin...that’s the thing...that’s the annoying part...I just know it... The dragon waited for his rider’s response, but it never came. M’slin hadn’t heard him...and maybe it was better that way.
M’slin had never been through so trying a test in all his life...his eyes felt heavy, his senses were leaving, his eyesight was blurring, he couldn’t stiffle his yawn anymore. If D’tol didn’t shut up soon, M’slin was going to fall asleep. In fact, if he could just lay his head down for a moment...
WAKE UP!! Enojoth’s voice pounded in his temples, startling him awake. The bronze had been in an even fouler mood since their talk this morning, if such a thing was possible.
M’slin stretched and glared at a group of people who thought his wake up call amazingly funny. M’slin pointed to one of their companions who was almost out of his chair as he dosed off. They left him alone. Not finding anything the former Taylor Cliff Searchrider was saying to be relevant or even remotely interesting, the Adanuk Wingfirst took to staring at the Seiryuu Weyrwoman. If he was never going to see her again after today, he was going to make sure he remembered her forever.
As she stood up to cut the ribbon, smiling, M’slin promised himself that he’d find a way to see her again...after the flight maybe...well not right after the flight...
An unearthly shriek coming from the mouth of Mekoth, startled everyone. It was quite a change from Quachir’s voice, although the Weyrwoman soon repeated the cry.
And, not surprisingly, so did Enojoth. ENOJOTH! M’slin silently yelled his dragon’s name at the same time that Quachir shouted for her lifemate.
Enojoth, knowing that there was no way M’slin could stop him now, bugled again and flapped his wings at the dragons around him to make them shove off. Most did, but a few, Mekoth’s other chasers, just snapped back. You said we had to be in the air as soon as the ribbon was cut.
This is not what I meant! M’slin tried to push through the crowd to get to his dragon, sure that if he could only grab him, Enojoth would realize how stupid this whole idea was.
Mekoth, after having blooded her kill, leapt into the air, followed by her chasers, Enojoth included. You’re mine! The bronze was past reasoning.
”No!” M’slin stopped dead as his lifemate zipped by overhead. “I thought I told you, you weren’t to fly in Mekoth’s flight!” M’slin heard his comment echoed at the same time by another bronzerider.
A completely new feeling grasped the bronzerider in it’s claws and refused to let go. M’slin knew that Enojoth shouldn’t be in the air, but if he was in the air, he was going to win. M’slin’d be threadscarred before he let that Xanluyth beat his Enojoth, he’d be damned before he’d let A’rill touch Quachir.
Enojoth bugled again, obviously liking this change of emotion in his rider. Don’t worry. She’ll be yours!
NO! M’slin quickly attempted to push that thought to the back of his mind...he wasn’t very successful. Please come down...Magika’ll kill us... The Weyrwoman probably wouldn’t, but he figured the bronze might listen if he involved someone who outranked him.
They’re ours M’slin. You can’t change that. Enojoth became more and more caught up in the mesmerizing movements of the queen he’d labelled as his. Besides, Avinoth isn’t in the sky. He won’t take her. X’ver has left. This flight is ours.
M’slin cringed as Mekoth’s tricks became more and more exquisite and dangerous. The unworthy were falling from the sky. “Than for shards’ sake be careful!” He found himself yelling, assuming that it was Enojoth’s feeling’s he was picking up. It had nothing to do with anything he felt for Mekoth’s rider. “Get her!”
As if hearing him, although how the enthralled goldrider could have possibly was beyond him, Quachir looked over at him for a second. Her eyes were glazed as she was obviously very close to Mekoth at the moment, but she smiled at him.
Get her... He repeated it quieter, but more forcefully. Enojoth, as the bronze always did, obeyed.
The flight lasted a good long time, and M’slin’s neck began to hurt from the strain of searching the air above him. The dragon’s weren’t always in sight, but the bond between his dragon and himself seemed amazingly strong. The bronzerider knew every move the golden Mekoth made, and every feeling that move inspired within his lifemate. The bronzerider had long ago forgotten where he was, what he was doing, and why he shouldn’t be doing what he was doing. The only thing that mattered was Mekoth. The only thing that mattered was Quachir. The rest of the world had ceased to exist as everything resting on Enojoth’s strong, capable, yet tiring wings.
The bronzerider was not entirely surprised to find that Xanluyth and Enojoth were eventually the only bronzes in the sky. From the beginning he knew that A’rill was his biggest problem. The dragon’s soared through the sky, higher than high. They disappeared through the clouds and M’slin shut his eyes tight, balled his fists. If Enojoth didn’t win he was going to have to kill A’rill. Mekoth’s scream of anger and pleasure let everyone know that the long flight was finally over. The Sr. Queen had chosen her mate. M’slin tasted blood and realised that he’d put his teeth through his bottom lip. The feelings his dragon were sending him were simply over-powering.
The next events always seemed to run together in his mind...but he remembered standing in a hallway with Chir’s sister and A’rill leaving. He remembered A’rill leaving and he remembered the sister telling him to be nice. He stood all alone in front of Quachir’s bedroom door at a complete loss of what to do. Magika’s going to kill us... The remembered thought drifted though his foggled head.
I told you rider-mine, diplomatic immunity. You’re going to make a great Weyrleader. M’slin swore he could hear Mekoth laugh. The gold was obviously enjoying herself, he could most definitely feel Enojoth enjoying himself.
What am I supposed to do now? He couldn’t picture himself just walking in and informing Quachir that he was going to...what was he going to do?
Enojoth, not wanting to deal with this, snapped. Sorry. I’m not walking you through this. Open the door and believe me, instincts and Chir will do the rest.
The door to the room glided open on silent hinges. M’slin stepped in, his eyes adjusting to the darkness as he looked for Chir...his weyrmate.
”Diplomatic immunity M’slin?” She smiled at him and moved closer, brushing the long bangs out of his blue eyes.
M’slin simply stared at her for a moment, amazingly aware that her attire left little to the imagination and feeling a sever desire to join her in her fashion statement. “It’s a little late,” He touched her cheek. “I think I’ve already been taken prisoner anyways.”
Chir smiled and M’slin blushed. He felt odd. He never blushed, not ‘til her. Enojoth...
What?! The bronze was getting exasperated.
Without warning, Quachir moved forward and kissed him. M’slin, too shocked to move at first, quickly warmed up to the kiss. He put his hands around her waist and pulled her closer to him. She felt, tasted, exactly like he’d imagined her. She put both her hands in his hair and pulled him towards the bed. Good work.
Quachir laughed, but M’slin’s next kiss cut her off. Now that he finally had her, he was never letting her go.
M’slin is Weyrleader at Seiryuu Weyr.
Read M'slin's old story.
M'slin impressed Enojoth from Andromeda Weyr.
Background from Morion Designs.
