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Eastern Hunting Ranges / Re: Another Safety Net [M'ris]
« on: 24 Jan 2015 at 11:48 PM »
While Mosiath was more than capable of going off hunting on his own, the pair enjoyed the early morning ventures together whether to get away from the chaos of the Weyr or simply to chat without interruption. On that particular morning they were playing Mosiath’s favourite game of I-spy. It was usually more challenging when they were within the Weyr limits with more objects and people around but sometimes finding obscure things in the forest and hunting areas was just as fun since it made for creative thinking and possibly a bit of cheating with picking out one particular tree or stick that human eyes couldn’t pinpoint.

It was M’ris’ turn to pick out something and have the great bronze guess when Rilaleeyth and J’ver came into view. The bronzerider scowled, annoyed at someone else giving into their dragon’s pleas for company before breakfast was even served, but it was worsened by the fact that it was J’ver. How and why that timid green dragon bonded to such a man would always be a mystery. I spy with my little eye… a slimy green tunnelsnake.

Missy! That’s not how you play and you know it. You just gave away the answer with that… oh.  Mosiath turned when he sensed Rilaleeyth’s approach and greeted her with genuine friendliness. She was a sweet dragon but it was hard to chat to her when Tyrrisath was always lurking nearby or J’ver’s deceitful nature was contaminating the area. He quietly withdrew from M’ris’ mind to give the man less distractions when dealing with the greenrider and took to chatting with Rilaleeyth as he watched her hunt.

“That’s bronzerider M’ris to you and yes, it was peaceful here.” He had no interest in talking to J’ver and hoped he was perfectly clear in that intention with his brisk brush off but the greenrider was hard to shake when he believed he had the upper hand and the next words out of the man’s mouth proved that was exactly the case.

Indeed. But it could also be Weyrleader M’ris.

An eyebrow slowly rose at the implication of that statement. Sure, any and all bronzeriders toyed with the idea of carrying that title and had tossed it around in private to see how it flowed with their name but M’ris wasn’t stupid and wasn’t about to agree to what could or should be, not when J’ver was concerned.

“What are you playing at now, J’ver? I’m not about to say anything for you to use against me with S’kef.”

Eastern Hunting Ranges / Re: Another Safety Net [M'ris]
« on: 26 Jan 2015 at 07:39 PM »
M’ris watched J’ver cautiously, waiting for whatever angle he was spinning and the trap. When the slimy greenrider asked for assistance in taking down the brownrider that was supposed to be J’ver’s mate, M’ris burst into laughter. “Are you serious?” He asked through the laughter, not at all convinced this was a legitimate conversation. When J’ver simply stood there, clearly waiting for the amusement to pass, the bronzerider started to sober up.

“You are, aren’t you? Why would you risk you neck to take him out? Everyone has seen how you end up when something doesn’t work in his favour.” When S’kef had been demoted and lost his Weyrsecond position, M’ris almost felt sorry for J’ver. Some story another was circulated for J’ver’s rough appearance and lack of public outings but M’ris was among many that suspected otherwise. One of their schemes had backfired and J’ver paid the price. Some didn’t care since it served as a good reminder that greenriders needed to remember their place but M’ris was on the fence about whether or not anyone really deserved ending up in such a beat up condition.

Perhaps that was part of the reason why J’ver was done with S’kef. Maybe he had wizened up and despite the rumours that the greenrider got off on rough sex, perhaps even he had a limit for beatings he could take. Then again, it likely just came down to survival. The whisperings weren’t that subtle in their dislike of brownriders taking over and getting superiority complexes so it stood to reason that J’ver just wanted to survive and find a new man to cling to on the top of the food chain.

Did he really want to help the man? Doesn’t it help you as well? It would help others too if you were in charge. I should think we would both enjoy it.  M’ris snorted softly and shook his head, clearly responding more to his dragon than anything pertaining to J’ver. It’d be a lot of paperwork and guiding people. I barely got my own life sorted out and some days, I’d hardly even say that.

That’s why you have a Weyrsecond.

Eastern Hunting Ranges / Re: Another Safety Net [M'ris]
« on: 04 Feb 2015 at 01:43 AM »
It wasn’t surprising that J’ver knew he was stirring up trouble again; the greenrider was cunning and had an ear in all corners. It should have scared him a bit considering the tunnelsnake could use that information against him but M’ris was oddly calm. J’ver had approached him with the intention to form an alliance, not to bring him down and put his name at the top of S’kef’s hit list. The one thing that truly struck him as out of place was the way J’ver worded things. ‘A seat of power’ meant other plans were in place, which was smart for a greenrider to have back up plans, but it also meant S’kef’s role wasn’t exactly the only one up for grabs.

It made some sort of sense, though. They now had Telgar and even Katila counted as a Weyr now since it housed dragons. Their population was on the rise again and with the amount of gold dragons they were now acquiring, they’d have to spread them out soon to avoid drama and fights. If for no other reason, accepting J’ver’s proposition for a good seat for all of the entertainment that could come from the power shifts and rebuilding of all of the Weyrs was good enough.

He didn’t really want the power after all. Well, he wanted it out of S’kef’s hands and he was a good candidate to take it away but M’ris really didn’t want to do all the boring work that came with the title. Like Mosiath said though, a Weyrsecond was there for a reason.

Truly, the only downside was the actual aligning with J’ver. He was a better partner than enemy but it was clear in the very fact he was there with him in secret that J’ver was willing to even turn against the man he loved and had protecting him. Still, it was worth the risk. After all, once he had power and settled in, what was to stop him from demoting and shaming J’ver? For now, however, J’ver’s skills in shadier dealings was better left on his side of the table.

“All right. You get me into power and I’ll keep you as safe as I possibly can considering your tendency to run your mouth to the wrong people or get sloppy in a job.” M’ris turned away from the greenrider for a moment, watching Mosiath off in the distant as the bronze respectfully watched over Rilaleeyth hunting. Bronze, both dragon and rider, were meant to lead and keep everyone safe. A brownrider had no business playing at being a leader, especially not one as corrupt as S’kef.

Finally, he turned back to J’ver who was watching him expectantly, “you have a deal, J’ver. Let’s do this.”

Weyrfolk Housing / Re: That was unexpected [M'ris]
« on: 15 Oct 2015 at 08:25 AM »
“No need to yell, goldrider; I’ve been awake longer than you,” M’ris smirked as he peeked one eye open at the disgruntled woman. He had, indeed, woken mere minutes before her but he was content to lie in bed and wait it out. Every flight partner reacted differently with some preferring to vanish as soon as they came to or to have the partner leave if they woke first while some liked to have a bit of small talk afterward or enjoy the lingering effects of the flight lust. Since this was his first flight with this particular goldrider, M’ris thought it best to wait and pretend to be asleep to gauge her mood. Unfortunately the mood wasn’t the best and he wasn’t quite sure what she wanted; though he was rather certain it wasn’t a hug.

Given they only had a handful of golds, M’ris knew who he was in bed with and knew Mizeath seemed to prefer having a different winner each flight so he could understand why Ameris wasn’t exactly in the best of spirits despite the dragon’s lust that still had to be flowing in her veins like Mosiath’s was still in his. Slowly, so as not to startle the woman into thinking she was about to be jumped, M’ris rolled onto his side, propping his head up in one hand and regarded Ameris for a moment. She was a beautiful woman behind the scowl and her hair was the same colour as another goldrider he used to be close to. For a brief moment he saw Sarendall instead of Ameris before him and pale blue eyes widened in shock before attempting to compose himself.

Missy? What’s wrong? What happened? The concerned prodding from the lazing bronze helped M’ris focus on the present instead of drowning in the past again and he smiled briefly at the goldrider as he mentally dismissed the concerns. A memory, nothing more. Enjoy your time with Mizeath while you can. I have a feeling I, at least, will be evicted soon.

“I apologize, Ameris, as I imagine I am not your preferred mate for this flight,” M’ris wasn’t entirely sure if Ameris had a mate or someone she fancied as he had no interest in the love lives of others – though the mysterious notes that popped up on occasion pairing the residents together were rather amusing. “I would like to thank you, though, as it’s been quite a while since Mosiath took a fancy to a gold and gave chase.” Of course that was more M’ris’ doing when his will was stronger or he had been too drunk or passed out to allow the dragon to chase, but Ameris didn’t need to know all the details of his fun past.

Weyrfolk Housing / Re: That was unexpected [M'ris]
« on: 02 Nov 2015 at 12:09 PM »
“M’ris and I’m happy to hear someone enjoys his company,” M’ris chuckled as he rolled back onto his back and gave a good long stretch, feeling his back crack in all the right ways and muscles loosen nicely. More often than not, it was a shame he couldn’t clearly remember all or most of his time during flight lust romps. The way his body felt after some and the good looks of his partners made him wonder a thing or two; thoughts that currently had him give Ameris another approving look, lingering on any feature that caught his eye.

Finally, his feet swung around to touch the ground as M’ris sat up and looked around for his pants. “A mug of klah would be appreciated,” he smiled at the goldrider as his gaze flicked back to her momentarily and then back to where what looked like his pants laid. He actually had a horrible allergy to red fruit, which the woman clearly wouldn’t know as she didn’t even know his name, and didn’t feel like breaking out in a rash just to be kind to his hostess and accept the general offering of fruit.

The pants were grabbed, slipped on, and done up effortlessly, though the remainder of his clothes were ignored a little longer as he wandered a bit closer to Ameris to see if he could help with anything.

“And dragons are fickle sometimes. They have their own hearts and they won’t always align with ours, which is okay. A good mate understands that and shouldn’t worry.” He paused, considering the woman once more, remembering that while she wasn’t one of the Stolen Holdbred women, she possibly still leaned more towards their way of thinking when it came to labels and sleeping around. “No one else judges how many partners you have either. Except maybe when it comes to V’ler. His blue seems intent on chasing every female and V’ler tumbles into a different bed almost daily.” The poor kid; though M’ris had heard through the gossip lines that V’ler was improving on controlling some of the loser’s lust urges.

Weyrfolk Housing / Re: That was unexpected [M'ris]
« on: 29 Nov 2015 at 05:12 AM »
M’ris accepted the mug with a silent nod of gratitude and took his first sip, savouring the bitter but rejuvenating drink. He hadn’t always enjoyed the drink but it had proven itself useful in the past with waking his hungover ass up enough to function again or even after a flight where the lust just kept hanging on and leaving his mind cloudy and unable to focus. In hindsight, M’ris wondered how he had gone most of his life without it given how helpful it was, especially with the way it helped serve as a distraction for wandering minds heading down (hopefully) pleasant roads. He wisely didn’t say anything about that though.

“We’ve all had our ridiculous moments. Some last longer than others,” like his own when he lost days at a time due to drinking or when he flirted with the wrong person that had a mate that didn’t like to share. “I’m certainly not one to judge behaviours after any sort of hook up; flights or otherwise.” Given he had a tendency to favour men in his bed at night and act like he was straight without the slightest attraction to those men during the day, he really wasn’t one to pass judgement on someone’s mood upon seeing their partner or if any regrets popped up. He had had quite a few the first time he woke up to a man beside him when Mosiath assured him a flight hadn’t been involved and it hadn’t exactly been the politest of conversations with the man or his dragon either.

“I think I might admire you more for not yet adjusting to Mizeath’s flights and her whims. It shows you still think for yourself and follow your own desires. One day you’ll accept how her flights go and they won’t bother you but I expect you’ll still go on as you are now – following your heart where it leads you and enjoying yourself with whomever wherever whenever you want.” Like now, M’ris selfishly thought. If the pretty girl wanted another taste of him right there in her little kitchen area, he’d be a willing participate of letting her explore her desires. She was attractive and he had seen some of her feistiness in passing in their day to day tasks and while he never pursued her before, he admitted it was a bit of a turn on. Sarendall had never been the type of woman to entirely roll over and do what she was told, always having a slight edge to her and Ameris seemed to have the same spirit.

Weyrfolk Housing / Re: That was unexpected [M'ris]
« on: 02 Jan 2016 at 02:32 AM »
“There are a lot of assumptions and expectations for dragonriders of all colours and ranks and we play our roles where we need to,” he paused a moment to watch Ameris as she moved around him, grinning somewhat that his body had at least piqued some form of interest in her, “but enjoy ourselves the rest of the time in any way we want.” He concluded just before a hand tentatively reached out for him. If she didn’t already have his own interest, she certainly had it now.

“Mind?” M’ris was briefly stunned by her hesitation and politeness to ask before simply giving in to whatever temptation was grabbing a hold of her but he quickly recovered and grinned once more as his mug was set on the counter and quickly forgotten. “This is one of those times, Ameris. Do anything you want.” Whether it was his libido or Mosiath’s, M’ris really didn’t care. He had been caught up in some kind of an attraction to the goldrider since he watched her jump out of bed and right then, he would have agreed to babysit Grith for a day and shave his head if it meant he’d have Ameris’ hands learning his body.

Weyrfolk Housing / Re: That was unexpected [M'ris]
« on: 29 Jan 2016 at 02:29 AM »
M’ris could think of a few reasons why there should be quite a bit more touching and ways in which he could demonstrate why they were great ideas but he refrained from taking the lead just yet. Ameris seemed the sort that needed to work things out for herself, though a gentle guiding hand possibly wouldn’t be frowned upon. She definitely wasn’t the usual type of girl that wanted to be told what to do or to be swept up and carried back to the bed and have her mind made up for her. There was a slight suspicion that Ameris wouldn’t balk at such a thing if she was in the right mood for it and it would likely have to come later down the line when lines were established but that was all so far off in the distance that there was a strong chance it would never even happen.

The here and now was much more fun to focus on and M’ris decided his own eagerness could help ignite Ameris’. “I’m not big on apologies where they’re not needed. Touching, however, is always welcomed,” he put both hands on Ameris’ waist and drew her in close until they were just barely touching. One hand rested lightly at the small of her back while the other fell away so she wouldn’t feel trapped and still had the option to move around in her exploration if she so chose. “And as a suggestion, touching with lips is just as fun.”

Weyrfolk Housing / Re: That was unexpected [M'ris]
« on: 06 Feb 2016 at 03:37 AM »
M’ris was rather pleased with himself for letting Ameris take the lead and explore as she wanted for as long as he did. He had been fine with letting the woman make up her mind about whether or not she wanted another taste of him before he made any outlandish advances but once soft lips found their way to his throat, it was all over for his restraint. He gave a low throaty moan just before her mouth found his and he was more than receptive, tongue darting out to tease and entice Ameris as much as it was to battle for dominance in the kiss.

A lovely list of options of what he’d like to do and where they’d do them ran through his head but M’ris opted to keep it simple for the time being and gripped Ameris’ waist a bit stronger so he could lift her up high enough to seat her on the counter. Somehow he’d managed to avoid the mugs of klah but that was the last thought he spared to the bitter drink as he focused on the woman before him. As if he’d read her mind from moments earlier, M’ris brazenly slipped his hands under the shirt she had annoyingly tossed on but didn’t roam any further than her waist, waiting for a reaction and hopeful invitation to keep exploring.

All the while mouths stayed locked together though M’ris did relent in the battle for control and let Ameris resume that bit of control. He had to admit, there was a bit of curiosity there to see what the goldrider wanted.

Weyrfolk Housing / Re: That was unexpected [M'ris]
« on: 24 Feb 2016 at 01:43 AM »
Every action she took was an invitation to M’ris for him to continue what he was doing and go for more; and he was more than happy to oblige. First, however, was the slight obstacle of his own doing. Hands slid away from Ameris long enough to roughly yank down his own pants, freeing his erection that was soon trapped between their bodies as he stepped in closer. The flimsy shirt was close to being torn off the luscious body he remembered only glimpses of but wanted to fully admire once more but instead, delicacy won out and the shirt was simply lifted to reveal a nice pair of breasts.

M’ris took a moment to admire the woman on display before him, which meant the kiss had to be broken, but that was all right as he had other things in mind. He grinned, a nod of approval quickly given as the silent compliment to Ameris before his head dipped down to turn his mouth’s attention to one of those beautiful breasts. This, he easily decided, was exactly what he wanted to spend the day doing. Everything else could wait and any plans he may have foolishly committed to were quickly forgotten.

One hand slipped between their bodies to wrap around his cock and lightly rub the head along her slit. While he could be a man that enjoyed more foreplay, he was currently a man that was doubly horny thanks to his dragon’s earlier activities and his lust for Ameris was leading them him down the fast track to satisfaction for them both. Though he continued to tease her with the rubbing action as his head lifted to give her a questioning look, waiting for to say the word. M’ris knew she was into the encounter but he wanted to hear how much she wanted it as well.

Weyrfolk Housing / Re: That was unexpected [M'ris]
« on: 14 Mar 2016 at 02:55 AM »
As he climaxed, his adrenaline faded and a hand was quickly pressed against the wall behind Ameris to help balance him. It wouldn’t do to crush or pin the sexy woman to the counter because his body suddenly felt like it was made of jelly. There currently also wasn’t a desire to find a chair or that comfortable bed again until his senses returned as he quite enjoyed the close proximity to the woman that had just made his day much brighter.

“Unexpected, perhaps, but definitely not unpleasant,” M’ris laughed in return, more than pleased with the flight’s victory and the woman it connected him with. There weren’t any expectations for or from either of them and that was something that could be appreciated in their rapidly changing – again – world. Soon enough they’d both have duties and mannerisms they were expected to perform, but M’ris was quite happy to live in the current moment that didn’t have any direction or needs.

With his free hand, M’ris brushed his fingers through Ameris’ hair, idly toying with the soft strands and watching each piece slip through the digits. After a moment his gaze returned to Ameris’ face, both questioning and playful, “what now, my sultry seductress? Cuddling with pillow talk? You kick me out? Maybe more klah and see if another pleasant unexpected surprise happens again?”

High Reaches Weyr / Crossroads of the Past [Solo]
« on: 22 Oct 2016 at 01:05 AM »
He didn’t know why he was back in High Reaches after all the years spent in the South after fleeing from the Plague. He had even requested that he be Weyrleader anywhere but High Reaches when he was selected to act like an adult and run a Weyr over a year ago. But now, curiosity had the best of him and M’ris wanted to see what the old Weyr looked like now and perhaps scope out the Hold and market.

It had been difficult seeing the Weyr, still a little rough around the edges but now functioning as it once did. It still held too many memories of a time that had been happy but now brought pain when he thought on it too long. All he could think about when he idly walked the grounds was Sarendall and the time they had spent together and then the time without her after she died while in exile. It was starting to take its toll on his mental well-being and even Mosiath was beginning to point out the benefits of leaving, perhaps even for a drink, and the great bronze beast never encourage him to drink.

After doing his best to still sound sane and congratulate Weyrleader A’dris on his efforts with the Weyr, M’ris made a quick departure for the Hold’s market, intent on finding a pub. As much as he didn’t want to remain in High Reaches, he also didn’t want to return to his new home of Ista Weyr just yet and face any responsibilities and decisions waiting for him. Besides, if he still had to travel, he’d watch the amount of alcohol he was about to consume as he’d never put Mosiath’s life in risk.

Once at the pub, the bronzerider ordered two mugs of the strongest ale they had and sat down at corner table, clearly giving off the vibe he wanted to be left alone. He wasn’t normally anti-social but the trip he knew he shouldn’t have taken but did so anyway had messed too much with his head and emotions and now he just wanted to be alone. He knew he had to continue moving on with his life, which he had been doing for a while after sobering up from his binge drinking and even more recently with being a Weyrleader and being someone Ameris wouldn’t regret having to associate with thanks to their dragons’ fondness of each other and him getting her pregnant.

Having a child with the beautiful goldrider was a bit tough to handle at first since Ameris already bore a small similarity to Sarendall but it reminded him of something else that had been left in the North during their quick exit. He had had two daughters with Sarendall who were still toddlers at the time of the Plague. Thinking they wouldn’t be gone long and it was safer for the babies to stay North instead of taking the long travel South, they had left the girls with their favourite crèche worker that was going to head to the Hold and seek refuge there until they returned.

Of course, they never did, at least not until two decades later.

At the time of the reunion in what would be called Katila, M’ris didn’t give much thought to the girls as he was heartbroken over losing Sarendall to illness during the exile and simply wanting to drink away the pain when alcohol became readily available. Years passed by before M’ris permitted himself to think about the children and happy life the four of them would have had but Tsuen still had them banned from returning North and the bronzerider continued to forget about what he had and could still have and focused on rebuilding his life.

Now that he was in the North again, M’ris toyed with the idea of trying to find his daughters but he wasn’t quite sure where to begin. They’d be old enough to be married off now and could be anywhere. There was also the chance of neither of them wanting to see him or have anything to do with him. He had, after all, abandoned them and never returned.

He was halfway through his second mug when a woman entered the pub, delivered a box of food to the maid at the counter, and left again without so much as a glance around the room. It had been enough, though, for M’ris to choke on his drink and stare at the door that she had disappeared out of. The woman looked so much like Sarendall that he felt like he had seen her ghost. But he didn’t think he was that crazy yet to start seeing her again. There had been a dark time in exile that he alternated between mourning her until he wanted to die and swearing he saw her roaming around their little piece of earth that they called home. This seemed different, however, and M’ris was quickly running out the door to see if he could find the mysterious woman and confirm she was real and who she was.

He hadn’t been quick enough, though. By the time he was out the door, the woman wasn’t in sight. Whether she was a fast walker or slipped inside another building, M’ris wasn’t sure and didn’t think it’d be appropriate to ask around for her, especially if he did just make her or at least her resemblance up.

You do know there is another reason for what you saw, right? Mosiath had remained silent for most of the trip, letting his rider sort through everything on his own, but M’ris was starting to get a bit fuzzy in their connection and concern was taking over. Do you remember their names? Maybe ask around for them in that way, instead of asking for the pretty girl that delivers bread.

M’ris shot an annoyed glare in the direction he knew Mosiath was waiting and let out a huff of breath. Of course I remember their names! I drank to forget the pain, not any of my girls. Sarendall and their two daughters; Renris and Saris. Saris was only a year old when they left the girls behind but M’ris wasn’t foolish enough to think he’d be forgiven no matter what age they were then or now. Suddenly afraid of that confrontation, the bronzerider gave up on the search for the woman that looked so much like his dead mate and headed back for his dragon.

He needed to think on what he may have discovered and how to approach if he were to. How would he explain who he was? How did he justify staying away for so long, even if most of that time was against his dragon’s will to leave? Definitely questions to think on while he also pondered how much of a coward he was to see if he’d ever come back. For all he knew the girls thought he was dead and wouldn’t need to see him or they hated him and would rather believe him dead than to see what their father was really like.

Mounting up, M’ris gave the order to head back to Ista where his new life was waiting.

Ista Weyr / Soothing Bubbles [Ameris]
« on: 09 Nov 2016 at 11:21 PM »
As M’ris listened to the Weyrlingmaster drone on about the progress of the weyrlings, he wondered not for the first time, why he had agreed to the position of Weyrleader. Sure he wanted to see bronzeriders back in their rightful place and knock the cocky brownriders back down a few pegs, and sure he loved the privileges that came with the title, but it required so much work. He wasn’t adverse to putting in some time and effort but M’ris also enjoyed his free time and being able to do what he wanted and when he wanted it. But he agreed to the position because he knew he could handle it and could help shape Ista into its former glory.

There was also the bonus that he was able to pick the goldrider he wanted as his Weyrwoman and he jumped at the chance to have Ameris at his side. He was fond of the woman but M’ris was still hesitant after all this time to still truly look at the feelings or pay anything too much thought. He enjoyed her company both for being her own woman and for the few similarities she bore to his mate he lost in exile eighteen years ago. It was hard to believe it had been that long without Sarendall but when he realized how many of those years were blurred together from depression and drinking himself into oblivion, he had a better understanding as to how he both managed to survive that long and not realize that much time had passed.

Still, Ameris wasn’t entirely like Sarendall and M’ris found himself often left intrigued by the dark-haired beauty. That in itself was surprising given how he did his best to avoid meaningful relationships and keep a bit detached from real feelings. That was one thing that actually worried him; Ameris was clever and one day would see through him, calling him out more than she already did on his behaviour and decisions.

M’ris realized the annoying background hum that was actually the Weyrlingmaster’s voice had stopped and he looked up from the sheet of paper he had been pretending to read and stopped drumming his fingers on his leg. “We’ll continue this at a later date. I have a lot on my mind at the moment. I’ll call for you when I’m ready for the report.” He waved the man away and breathed a sigh of relief as he slumped comfortably in his chair. It wasn’t entirely a lie; he did have a lot on his mind, though it wasn’t really of the professional sort. He’d been caught up thinking about his Weyrwoman, their child that was due soon, and how hard Ameris had been working to help in her portion of running Ista.

Perhaps he’d finally be able to convince her to delegate more of her duties to the other goldriders and assistants she had running around so she could rest more. Ameris had told him her pregnancy with Rislan had been easy but still he worried. He didn’t want anything to happen that would jeopardize mother or child.

That settled it.

“Mosiath, please ask your gold beauty to ask Ameris to meet me in an hour. Let her know Kelnar and his mother will come by to get Rislan for the night. The boy keeps asking to have him stayover again.” None of his children lived with him but he was a somewhat attentive dad when he could be and his youngest had grown quite fond of Ameris’ son given they were of the same age and shared many common interests. Kelnar’s mother was also a woman he trusted enough to let Rislan stay with and knew he’d be well looked after.

As the bronze dragon relayed the message, M’ris went down to the lower caverns and ordered hot water to be sent up to his weyr for his personal bath. That was one of the perks of being a Weyrleader; he didn’t have to use common baths anymore and had his own that was large enough for two, though he hadn’t had need to share it yet. Despite the evening meal having ended a short time earlier, M’ris also asked to have a tray of fruits – minus red fruit due to his severe allergy – set up for snacking on later.

Returning to his weyr, M’ris quickly tidied up random dishes and clothes he had stripped off haphazardly over the last several days and changed into a comfortable outfit for lounging around in. When the hot water was brought up, he went about preparing the bath, adding in some special soap that produced fluffy bubbles. When he was last at an Ista Hold gathering, he found out this was the latest trend for the lady Holders and while he didn’t fully understand the joy of sitting in the mountain of bubbles or like the flowery scent all that much, he wanted to treat Ameris and this seemed to be one way to do it.

Once that was completed, M’ris returned to the sitting area to wait for his guest.

Ista Weyr / Re: Soothing Bubbles [Ameris]
« on: 20 Nov 2016 at 02:03 AM »
M’ris looked up when Ameris entered and wasn’t at all surprised to see how quickly she was able to take in everything and her to the point question. “Your night away from everything,” he laughed with her, suddenly wondering if the woman would even be interested in taking the rest of the night off and enjoying herself. Then again, he had decided she needed the down time and he’d make her sit in the fragrant bath water and put her feet up whether she believed she needed the break or not.

“I was suddenly struck with the desire to pamper you since I don’t think you’re doing it yourself and I want to make sure you and our baby are well.” He had several children of varying ages but he had never really been so involved in their mothers’ lives while they were pregnant since Sarendall so long ago so it was a bit strange to see Ameris determined to do so much and how much that affected him. In a way, M’ris wished he could go about his days without a care as he usually did but instead he found himself worrying and with a need to see the pregnant woman relaxed and taken care of.

Getting to his feet, M’ris took Ameris’ hand in his and waved toward the tub, hoping she would follow. “I’m told baths can be good for more than simply getting clean and that these bubbles help encourage the relaxation. I’m not sure if this fluffy stuff really has that power but I’m willing to give it a try.”

Ista Weyr / Re: Soothing Bubbles [Ameris]
« on: 30 Nov 2016 at 11:39 AM »
M’ris didn’t respond to Ameris’ concerns about something going wrong while she took a little time off. There were more than enough people that could figure out what to do in a minor crisis and he’d be around to intercept and deal with anything more important before it reached the bubbles he wanted to get the woman into. Thankfully she must have come to the same conclusion as it seemed her protests were coming to an end when the suds were poked at and won her over.

When clothing started to come off, M’ris didn’t pretend he was honourable and turn to look away. Instead, he watched Ameris undress, admiring her beauty as she showed off the true power of a woman. He didn’t find the pregnant body repulsive, though once he may have in his far more arrogant and shallow youth. Now, it was a thing of wonder; a new life being created within and he had a part in that which was still mind-boggling.

Without a word, M’ris assisted Ameris into the tub and was prepared to leave her alone to enjoy the solitude neither of them every truly had anymore due to their positions when the question halted him in his tracks and he glanced back over his shoulder. Did he want to join her? Of course he did; he wasn’t blind or dead. Should he join her? That was debateable. He wanted her to relax and he wouldn’t mind a bit of down time himself, however, “I would love to join you, Kitten, however,” a grin appeared with his words as he turned back and stood a bit closer to the edge of the tub, “I’m not sure how much relaxing and unwinding you’d get if I did so.” Even as he gave the warning, M’ris stripped off his shirt, letting it fall to the floor, and waited to see if the invitation still stood. He thought it only fair that Ameris know he still found her attractive and his hands might wander.

M'ris likes to call Ameris Kitten. If she ever asked him why, he would have told her it's because she's adorable but still has teeth and claws.

Ista Weyr / Re: Soothing Bubbles [Ameris]
« on: 23 Jan 2017 at 01:12 AM »
Seeing as the offer still stood, M’ris wasted no further time in removing the remainder of his clothing. However, before stepping into the water, the bronzerider held up a finger to symbolize needing an extra moment and dashed off to the kitchen where he fetched the tray of fruit. Upon returning, the tray was set within reach of the tub and carefully slipped into the warm water behind Ameris, his legs going to either side of the woman so he could nestle in close behind.

M’ris brushed Ameris’ hair aside and placed a kiss to the back of her neck before wrapping his arms around her, letting his hands rest gently on her belly. “I’m not going to ask how your day was because all duties and worries of the day were left behind at the door. Anything else is fair game.” He’d also be content in sitting in silence and enjoying the company as he leaned back against the side of the tub with a content sigh. It was truly odd how soothing water could be in the right circumstances. Typically he was all about getting in and out after a quick scrub down and never really understood why some people went to bathe so they could be alone and think.

Mosiath, you’re free to spend the evening with Mizeath if you’d like but put the word out we’re not to be disturbed until late tomorrow morning. Barring extreme circumstances, of course. M’ris grinned as Mosiath suggested it’d be entertaining to watch everyone run around in a panic without their leadership but assured he’d make sure everyone knew there were other people around that could solve any issues that sprang up; like the dragonless riders that served as their mentors. Mosiath had once confided he felt weird around them and almost guilty though M’ris couldn’t understand with the dragon would have guilt over something he couldn’t control until the great bronze pointed out he had survived when so many others had not.

Shaking away that depressing memory and those that often tagged along for the ride, M’ris grabbed a slice of apple, popping it into his mouth. A moment later and he frowned as there was a slight taste of something close to soap and realized he had had bubbles on his hand when he swiped the fruit. With a laugh, he gave caution to Ameris, “the bubbles may smell nice and even be pretty, but I advise against eating them.”

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