Oh..., After Absinth's Escapade

[Khaliall]

As Khaliall woke the morning after Absinth's flight, it took her a moment to remember what had happened.
Actually, it took her several long moments, before her eyes opened slowly and she beheld the bronze and eerie green hides on her weyr ledge. Even then, she wondered in sleepy confusion why there was a bronze on the ledge of her Weyr, once she'd figured out that it was indeed a dragon.
It took her several moments longer to realize that there was, in fact, a man in her bed.

Then Khaliall was very close to letting out a scream. Fortunately for the unfortunate man in question, she refrained, and her hands simply flew to her mouth, as if physically holding it back.
Sitting up cautiously, clutching the blankets to her chest, she studied him in silence.
Well.
Yesterday, she would not exactly have been expecting this, but she could surely make the best of it. All she had to do was wait until he woke up, then explain the siutation as calmly as she could...

[Firewing]

K'ral was sleeping soundly...
Or he had been through the time he had been sleeping. Now, however, he was starting to wake up and come into conciousness.

Before he even opened his eyes he figured he was not in his weyr... The area surrounding him felt different... The furs didn't feel like his, and he wasn't sprawled across the center... He contemplated the ideas, not sure if he really wanted to open his eyes and look around to see where he was. He only remembered feeling this way once before....
And that had been after Gatsbyth's flight. Which had resulted in a kid.

The startling thought caused him to wake, eyes opening finally.
And she was there. The greenrider was looking down at him as he was looking up at her, both equally unsure of the situation they were in...
K'ral wanted to kill the scrap of bronze hide that was laying so peacefully by the green hide of Absinth.

"Good morning," he said, rather tiredly, as he watched her intently, waiting for some response.

[Khaliall]

She grew very still when she realized that his eyes were open, and Khaliall's cheeks grew pink. Had he seen her looking at him? He must think that she was as awful as Absinth!
I resent that said a sleepy Leaf voice.
Khaliall opened and closed her mouth a few times, stupidly. She'd never been in a situation like this before. She had no idea what to say in a situation like this! So she said the first thing that came to mind, speaking without thinking for once.
"I'm sorry!"

Her voice sounded a touch plaintive, and she winced upon hearing it. Had that really come from her?
Agitated, Khaliall raked a hand through her tousled hair and averted her eyes. She was clutching the furs to her chest with a certain desperation that only one who knew her very well would notice.
"Erm...I mean...good morning. And I'm really very sorry. I can tell that you are unhappy, and I must apologize for any part I might have had in--"
Close your mouth, Mine Absinth said. It was the first time in her aquaintence with Khaliall that she had said anything at all wise.
She obeyed before she could make the poor man think that she was utterly insane.

However, she proceeded to watch him through her lashes for a reaction, very uncertain. How did one usually respond to the results of a flight?

[Firewing]

K'ral watched Khaliall, who seemed to turn pink once she noticed that he was awake and gazing up at her through emerald eyes. Was she really that embarrassed? She must have never been through a flight before... and seen anyone this way before... That wasn't at all awkward.
But he remembered that it was quite an interesting experience... to say the least. He remembered Gatsbyth's flight all too well.... And the results.

Why did that have to come up?
Because you are feeling guilty about it. It is not your fault,
You're right. Its yours you sharding wherryhead! You've made everything topsy-turvy, K'ral said in response.
Its done you good. I've won two flights. Perhaps this one'll like you better, Moracth responded, then lazed back into sleeping at Absinth's side.

She was sorry? There was no need to be...
"Don't be sorry," he responded, his tones starting to sound less dead as he came more and more out of sleep.
"It isn't your fault. Its your dragon's for Rising and mine for chasing, and both of theirs for her being caught and him catching her," he said, though the thought was complicated and made his head spin. It was too early for confusing speech.

"So... I'm K'ral, and that bronze lunk over there is Moracth," he said in hopes of starting some conversation.

[Khaliall]

Hmm. He had very green eyes, she realized absently, and a moment later was red to the tips of her ears. It was the whole, combined situation and her own uncertainty of how to deal with it that was making her so embarassed, and then her embarassment on top of that sufficed to embarass her more...
Khaliall's mind worked in mysterious ways.
She felt that she should not have noticed his eyes.

Absinth was awake now, and practically radiating sleepy content. This was what the infuriating, to her rider at least, Leaf dragoness had been hatched to do. Flirting was her game. Flights were her forte. She felt more alive than she ever had. How fortunate it was that Leafs didn't clutch...Because Khaliall had a bad feeling about what the next Turns would consist of now that Absinth had discovered Flying to Mate.

"I can't help it!" she said before she could prevent herself. "I am sorry that Absinth rose, since there must have been something I could do to stop her..." But she knew that there wasn't. She just felt that there should have been. "But I guess you're right."
Oh dear. He must think her a wherryhead. At least her face was no longer red.
"Khaliall," she mumbled, but did not blush. At last she found the courage to look him straight in the face. "And that's Absinth. As you probably gathered. I promise that I'm not as silly as I must seem..."

[Firewing]

K'ral would have attempted to study Khaliall's features more, as she seemed to be studying his, but she was so... pink. She was embarrassed to the extreme by things that he probably wouldn't understand half of... things that only made sense to her and that which he wouldn't get at all....
He didn't want to embarrass her more. Looking her over and trying to watch her would have probably pushed that even farther. He wanted to make a positive impression on the girl. Hopefully she wouldn't hate him after this...

Moracth was ignoring K'ral and his fumings in his mind about how the Resin had probably ruined his relationship with another rider... At least a clutch wouldn't result of this one.
The dragon was currently laying, very content and smug, next to Absinth, pleased with his mate. He was happy, even if K'ral wasn't sure quite how to react to all of this.

"I know you can't," K'ral responded. "You don't need to get all worked up over it. I understand. I know you can't stop her from Rising, there is no way. Its the same thing with Moracth. I can't stop him from chasing. We're just stuck in the situation they put us in. Don't worry about it."
He smiled slightly when she looked up at him after introducing herself.
"Pleasure to meet you Khaliall. And you don't seem too silly, but I suppose that is a good thing," he responded.

[Khaliall]

Khaliall fought the urge to go hide in a corner, and instead tried to act like a mature young woman. She could get the 'young woman' part, and even occasionally the 'mature' part. But apparently not when she needed it most.
She wasn't afraid of him. Just...embarassed. As if he hadn't noticed that yet.
And Khaliall didn't hate people. Usually.

It was probably a good thing that Khaliall didn't realize that Moracth had caught another dragon once before, because then she would have been afraid that she'd stolen a rider away from his mate. Especially if she realized that there had been a child resulting.
Absinth, happy on the other hand, crooned a good-morning to Moracth.

Khaliall took a deep breath, and inclined her head minutely. "Yes. Yes, you're right. And I know you're right, I just can't..." She broke off before she started rambling. That would hardly be a good way to get acquainted. The colour had, finally, receded from her cheeks, and she seemed to have relaxed slightly upon realizing belatedly that of course he was in the same situation she was. Neither of them could control their dragons, and there was nothing that she could have done to make things turn out otherwise.
"Oh. Well, thank you." She smiled wanly. "I rather regret that we had to meet in this particular circumstance, though."

[Firewing]

K'ral was still watching her, propped up on an elbow so he wasn't laying down and didn't look like he was staring up at the poor girl. She seemed so upset by all that had happened... He felt bad that he was in part the cause of all her discomfort. She was so... so embarrassed by what had happened and it wasn't even her fault.
Was he feeling pity? Well, he didn't know if he'd put it that way. He felt bad for putting her through all of this, but it wasn't exactly either of their faults. So they'd just have to deal with it.... It wasn't as if they couldn't walk away and pretend it had never happened. He looked down so it didn't look like he was staring at her.

Moracth was rather content, and had completely ignored the thoughts centered around the last mating flight he'd taken part in. He was Resin, and he was of the mind that he could play the field. Well, at least until he caught a Queen or found the right dragoness and could have a more permanent mate. Gatsbyth just hadn't been the one.... Or maybe it was her rider.
She didn't like you. Even when she was going to have your child, she didn't really care for you. Perhaps you have a chance here, Moracth said lazily to K'ral.
K'ral would have glared at him if it wouldn't have had the possibility of being misinterpreted by Khaliall. He'd scared her enough already.
I think I'm going to kill you, Moracth. I don't want to harm her... and if you're going to just fly another Leaf I don't want to do anything that could endear her to me or the other way around... K'ral responded.

"It's alright, calm down," K'ral said, trying to help her calm some. "Its going to be fine, and I don't think anything bad's going to result of this. I can go if you like," he offered, hoping to make things easier on her in whatever way he could. She seemed to be doing alright now, and recovering some... Hopefully it would continue that way. He was feeling better after the initial shock, and as long as no unwelcome surprises came from this they'd be doing alright.
"So do I. It could have been more pleasant for both of us," he responded.

[Khaliall]

Khaliall raked a hand through her rumpled hair, just then realizing how...morning-ish...she must look.
For a moment, she was seized by the wish that she looked...well...better. But morning was rarely becoming on anyone. Except maybe him, and presently he was looking a touch subdued.
She shifted minutely, and compulsively ran a hand through her hair for the second time, feeling slightly less on edge than she had been a moment ago. It wasn't as if he was going to attack her or anything. At least, she hoped not. She had to admit that she didn't know much about him.

Absently, she fidgeted with the bedfurs, looking between her hands and his face. She didn't like having no clue what he was thinking--Khaliall was too used to her own mind and that of her dragon's. It had been a long time since she had socialized with anyone. Despite that this was...not exactly a normal social situation.
I'm sure he's very nice Absinth said crossly, annoyed by her rider's discomfort. Why can you not enjoy yourself?
Because you're a sharding wherryhead
Silence. Then--I don't get it.
...Nevermind
She didn't want to let herself get too at ease. After all, Absinth was a bit of an excessive flirt, and she didn't think that the Leaf would be content with just one male. Unfortunately for her rider.
Who, just then, did not want to think about this flight, much less future ones.

"I'm fine now," she said after taking a deep breath, trying for a reassuring smile. "And I expect you're right. Nothing to worry about. I--"
Oh, shards. Flights did not commonly result in...anything bad. And Khaliall did not want anything bad to happen. And she did not think that anything bad WOULD happen. She calmed herself. That was being silly.
She paused, thinking over his offer to go, then bit her lip.
"You don't have to," she said softly, looking at him through her lashes. She'd stopped holding the bedfurs to her chest quite so tightly.
"And I suppose it could have. But we shall have to make the best of this."

((Did Elvira have her child? I remember the pregnancy but I don't remember if I ever knew any details))