Waiting is the worst|[Tain, Mistith, open]

[Lyrikitty]

Well your faith was strong but you needed proof
You saw her bathing on the roof
Her beauty and the moonlight overthrew you
She tied you to the kitchen chair
She broke your throne and she cut your hair
And from your lips she drew a Hallelujah.

.::F'st~*~Typhith::.

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Cloudy vision slowly cleared as the fellis-induced sleep lifted, stormy gray eyes looking at the stone ceiling that hung above, and for a moment, nothing mattered. Not the pain in his chest, not the emptiness of is very soul, not even the muffled voices around, by the sounds they were trying not to disturb him. He rested on a cot, by the smell of the room he was in the infirmary. How he had gotten here he didn't know, the last thing he could remember was kneeling besie his beloved Emerald, pleading with fate itself not to take the dragon. Ty! In a rush, he surged foward, sitting up much to abruptly, his head swimming and darkness threatening to wash over him again. With a groan he fell back, lifting a hand to cover his face. Typhith... Where was he? F'st couldn't feel the dragon, though with himself impared, and very likely the Emerald just as drugged, it might just be his own imagination. "Ty... Typhith?" He opened his eyes again, letting them scan the are around him. Yes, the infirmary, and of course there was no room for an emerald in here, even if it was a runty one.

In a flash, he remembered everything, the Bronze Nuath, his eyes golden with rouge, J'kal, the fight that had followed between Ty and the Bronze, J'kal trying to kill Tain with his wretched knife, F'st flinging himself to sheild her. What of Mistith? The Green had been in a bad way, so very bad... Surely she hadn't lived? He was worried for his own dragon, who out of them all had come out with the least injuries, except maybe Vaanth, who'd made a miraculous appearance and guided Typhith to a softer landing as the dragon fell form the sky. F'st shuddered as he remembered it all, up to a Healer forcing him to drink a glass of wine, obviously laced with fellis. Again, he let his mind reach out for the comfort of his bonded, begging that he find even some scrap of conciousness, some trace of the Emerald. When he connected to the beast, who slept deeply, F'st nearly let out an exhultant cry, though his chest screamed protest and silenced it. Typhith lived! Thank Faranth for that, though he could tell that his weyrmate was in poor shape. That was of little concern, for he lived. He let hi eyes fall shut, until he remember Tain and Mistith again, this time slowly forcing himself to sit, and searching for her. What had happened on their end? Tain had been unharmed, physically, but... If Mistith hadn't lived, if Ty had been too late, the Greenrider would be emotionally dead, would be gone from herself, if she'd even lived through it.

F'st rubbed his eyes carefully, wiping the sleep from them, and trying to focus. He could still feel the effects of the fellis in his system, making him want to sleep, but he had to know. Some part of him blamed himself for what had happened. Crystal Cavern was the Weyr Typhith had hatched from, and had Typhith and F'st not agreed to meet Tain and Mistith at the beach none of them would have been there. A cold hand grasped his heart, tightening it's grip until he thought he would faint of the guilt he was suffused with. He'd almost lost Ty... That thought refused to go away, would remain until he had seen the Emerald for himself, had spoken to the wonderful, brave, and selfless creature. The flaws that went with being an Emerald mattered not, for Ty was not average. His heart was too big, his mind to kind, so what if he was snappish at times? So what if he could be dangerous when it suited him? Miserably, wracked with guilt, he fell back on the cot, rolling to his side and curling into a ball, ignoring the protest of his chest, ignoring everything. What had he done?

Typhith slumbered, deeply so, on the shores of the beach. Too large was he to have moved far, but it had been managed to get him out of the water when time came to start the project of mending him. Long before that he had lost conciousness, or he would have likely fought it off, refusing his treatment until Mistith was fine, until she was awake and alive. He'd lasted only a few moments after his impact, after his wings had failed him, and he plumetted to the ground, saved only by the Onyx Weyrleader. Most of his injuries had been cared for well, his time in the saltwater cleaning the wounds and preparing them for the Healers. Most of his wounds had been stitched closed, and slathere in numbweed. The ones that had proved concerning were his wing, where the bones had been broken when he dropped onto the Bronze the first time, and his eye, where Nuath had slashed the optic. The wing would heal, the bones had been reset, though the Healers were distressed he had flown with it in such condition, several wondering how he had managed to fly in such a state, though thoughts of their ride to the beach made them shudder in fear. But he had done it, he had brought the Healers to Mistith, had managed to fly, and to return, even through the stress of Timing and Betweening both. That alone spoke volumes for the Emerald, and for his strength. Not that anyone beleived he had done it for the Green Mistith. No, many rumors were going that he'd paniced when his rider had been harmed, despite the fact that Typhith had appeared in the Weyr, screaming for anyone and everyone to hear that Mistith was dying, not a word about himself or F'st. Goes to show that some people never change, and that outsiders always had a hard time being accepted. Stationed about the sleeping dragon were Healers, their eyes watching him keenly, occasionally they would move foward and re-apply numbweed where it was needed, or pull aside the gauze placed over his right eye to check it.

As F'st's mind reached him, Ty stirred, immediately Healers moving foward to beg him to be still, for once the dragon complying, not moving but to open his good eye and peer at them, concern tinging the hues for F'st, Tain, and for Mistith. What had happened, and where were they?


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Word Count: 1190
Character: F'st of Typhith
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[Onyxaeon]

Just try to ruin her delight:
It's a difficult endeavor.
She doesn't walk, she's always prancing,
Only when she isn't dancing.
Share your world, she'll make them lighter.
The future's bright but she is brighter.

.:/Tain/.::.\Mistith\:.[/center]


Everything is so much worse in the darkness. Worries and problems run rampant, and the maze is endless. It is impossible to see where you have been, and where you are going. The future is as uncertain as the rolling of dice, and the gamble is rarely worth the risk. People stumble aimlessly through the abyss, hoping for any sign of light. Praying for the chance to see; for the truth.
But it’s hard to find what doesn‘t exist.
Lies are all the shadows understand. Uncertainty thrives amongst the fear and humiliation and suffering. Only once the memories fade can anyone truly understand the emptiness of the night. The hopelessness of war, of suffering, of death. Everything is illuminated, but at the cost of remembrance. All is lost only to be later gained. The unsuspecting fall headlong into something so completely mind boggling it defies the very fabric of reality, and yet it makes perfect sense. The essence of life becomes a trivial detail, something to be acknowledged as simply an aspect of existence.
Only nightmares don’t live.
When all is said and done, though, all is better off with the tapestry of Time unraveled, and not stitched to suit the taste of a god or goddess with their selfish intentions. Interference is futile; everything will occur as it is meant to no matter who turns back the clock or erases the memories: the dreams. Illumination is the only solution. You cannot see in the darkness, through illusions, or even into the future without first knowing where you stand, and to know that, you have to turn on the lights.

From somewhere in the far reaches of Tain's mind, a honey sweet voice was whispering to her, though whose she could not bother to comprehend. "It‘s like walking blinded and barefoot over broken glass...You cannot see because it is not reality. She lives for you. Fate and Destiny are cruel mistresses, and they argued over her. Your Green has bled for you, and died once. She will wait as long as it takes for you, for whatever you need. Find the courage to lift your eyes and see what loyalty and love can do. She has known you all her life, and the rider who sits in the room seperated from your own has known you all of two days. Why is he here? He knew not what exactly he was doing; it was blind thought. The Emerald who nearly died, acted just the same as he. Where do you stand among them? Or are you so painfully frightened that you don't even stand at all?'

The voice was right, but so utterly cruel and harsh that to hear what it had to say, even a little bit, was like taking a hard blow to the jaw. Her jumbled thoughts tried to organize themselves at the prompting, tried to send the neurons to fire and send signals to the right limbs, but nothing further than the opening of her eyes came. As the emerald green pools blinked to block out the sudden light, a thousand sterile scents wafted to her nose, the delicate organ twitching and forcing a sneeze from her at the abruptness and pungancy of the scents. She was in the infirmary, she knew well, and Mistith was here. Had the healer setting by her beside not been waiting for her to rouse so sudddenly, his hand pushing down her shoudler to keep her from jolting up, her head would have swam, and she would have quite easily fallen to the ground. "Slowly," he instructed, handing her a cup of warm klah, "You don't need to get up to help: her breathing has been normal for over an hour now, and we believe she's going to heal perfectly. Scars, of course, but other wise the same old Green you knew." Wait. Mistith was...fine? The thought did not seem to register and, even as Tain gingerly sipped at the klah provided by the healer and slowly sat up, she still did not understand it. When her tongue could finally be trusted enough, she made the move for coherant speech, though her voice was raw from the cries that had been elicted the night before.

"She's..okay?" The healer nodded absently, his head jerking over to a wide expanse of flooring that had been cleared away to seat the young Green. She looked so peaceful, curled up upon her couch brought down from her weyr, her neat bandages giving only a faint hint as to her injuries as did the lighter shade of her hide with the slightly feverish touch to her hide. "She had quite a few broken ribs, a torn mainsail on her left side, and shallow fang marks along her shoulders. She's lost a great deal of blood, and it's a wonder she even made it back here when Varanth brought her in. You're lucky she's tiny enough to fit in here." The Onyx...Yes, he had been there too, hadn't he? Two lives, if not more, saved by his intervention. Perhaps he had seen to her rising, guiding her from that deepest of slumbers to have her see...To have her see what, exactly? Oh, yes, F'st. Typhith. While she was lost among herself, three healers came in to tend to Mistith's soiled bandages, changing them as the healer who had first held her back continued to talk aimlessly. "She's been heavily drugged, so I wouldn't expect her to wake within the next three days or so; she needs rest more than anything. As for Typhith, we're only really worried about his eye sight. F'st is expected to recover as well. Speaking of him," the healer wondered out of the room for a moment, coming back in just as Tain managed to get to her Green and place a light kiss on the dragon's snout lovingly. "Come on, you probably want to thank him while he's still up."

Tain arched a brow, hearing the healer chuckle a moment before saying, "What? Doesn't a hero deserve thanks?" Tain did not grin as she normally would have, but instead lifted her gaze from Mistith's slumbering body, striding over to the seperate room that the healer had indicated before leaving them their privacy. I'll be back in just a minute, Mistith. I promise, love. I'm not going to leave your side. Though the Green could not technically hear her, the tension in her sinews seemed to unconsciously relax as this was spoken, the Greenrider herself taking a deep breath to calm her own nerves before speaking up.

"Hello, 'F'st."

Word Count: 1140
Notes: -Stocks up on tissues-

[Lyrikitty]

Well your faith was strong but you needed proof
You saw her bathing on the roof
Her beauty and the moonlight overthrew you
She tied you to the kitchen chair
She broke your throne and she cut your hair
And from your lips she drew a Hallelujah.

.::F'st~*~Typhith::.

As Tain strode into the 'room' he was in, F'st had trouble, for a moment, beleiving it was her. Perhaps his eyes were failing him now? Or maybe they had given him something more than fellis, which left him seeing things that were not there. But no... It was Tain, and her voice, one of the sweetest medicines, for it was not filled with grief, did not sound like a woman who had lost the closest friend of her life. So, none but the Bronze and the rider had perished, the comfort gathered from that was immense, shockingly so. His gray eyes, reddened from drug and from sleep, looked at the woman for a long moment in silence, simply taking her in. He saw not a single scratch on her, nothing to show what had happened the night before -or at least what he hoped was thwe night before. With Healers it could be hard to know how long one slept, as they were unlikely to let you know anything until you were healthy enough for dismissal.

The thought made him frown slightly, though he wiped the expression away quickly with some effort. He stared at Tain again, as if by doing so he could make sense, could be assured that all was fine, and would remain so. He needed to speak, he knew that, for to remain so silent was wrong, was rude, and the last thing this woman needed, this rider who'd suffered such misery in so short a time, needed was for some fool of a man who was to set in his ways to change to sullenly refuse to speak. "Hello, Tain..." Was that it? All he would say?

He thought so, but his lips deceived and parted again, passing more words. "Ty... Typhith and I are... Are sorry." Why was he apologizing? Of course, it was true, the thought had crossed his mind soon after waking that it was patrially, mostly, his and the Emerald's fault. A large part of him had known it to be. So of course he had to apologize.

He felt, for a heartbeat, an odd feeling, that he quickly identified as Typhith's silent urging to ask after the Green, to see how she fared. She was alive, that much he could tell, not only by looking at Tain, but by the quick glance he had managed of her hide when Tain entered.

Why couldn't Typhith be so close? Near enough that he could get off the cot and stumble to his dragon... Near enough he could hear the steady breathing, the Healers scurrying about to change bandages, to check on the dragon's pulse and temperature... Size, plain and simple. Ty was too large to fit into here, not without removing everything, and enlarging the entrance. To be uspet by that was petty, and he cast his gaze way, ashamed of his traitorous mind. His hair, matted from the excursions and saltwater, slide over his face as he turned away, fighting back the urge to apologize again, his pale skin covered by the white strands. As if knowing that things were perhaps a little tense, a man bustled in, promtly glancing at Tain and dismissing her as he changed the bandage on F'st's chest, for the skin was bare save the gauze that covered his shoulder. For a moment the wound itself was exposed, looking worse than it truely was, before clean bandage was over it, secured, and the Healer back out with a shake of his head. Well, if nothing else they should be safe from further interruptions.

"Tain... Greenrider... I can't exress how sorry I am, for what has happened. You don't have to stand here and..." He struggled to find the words he needed, already his mind turning away from the chance she might forgive them, that she might be willing to call him a friend. "Say anything. You owe me nothing. Me... I'll keep myself and Typhith out of sight, you won't know we're even in the Weyr, anymore." He could feel Ty's anger at that, for even if F'st blamed himself, Typhith had done all he could to save the Green and her rider, had gone to levels even he had never considered before. No, he did not want to have to avoid the wonderous Green, did not want to have to admire her from a distance.

Wearily, the Emerald froced speech, making sure to include Tain in it. Please do not say that, MineF'st. I do not wish to be tortured so... His voice was weak, sorrowful, and filled with pain at the thought of such a thing mingled with the effort it took to conentrate so. It took enough out of him he resumed his slumber almost immediately. F'st let his gaze shift back to Tain, though not fully looking at her, but more glancing from the corner of his vision.


Word Count: 932
Character: F'st of Typhith
Notes: *scowls and stabs post* Horrible, I'm sorry. T-T

[Onyxaeon]

Just try to ruin her delight:
It's a difficult endeavor.
She doesn't walk, she's always prancing,
Only when she isn't dancing.
Share your world, she'll make them lighter.
The future's bright but she is brighter.

.:/Tain/.::.\Mistith\:.[/center]



The Greenrider stood there, shaken, for a moment. He...What? No, he couldn't possibly put this on solely his and his dragon's shoulders. Even had they met earlier that very same day, the Bronze and his rider would have heard them playing about, for no doubt Mistith would see to it they were there for the entire of the day playing, and would have attacked in any case. He couldn't blame himself for that; it wasn't his fault. But his eyes spoke of a different tale. So woven were they into the deepest depths of sorrow, she could not see how he managed to sit with a straight face and not break down into a fit of mangled sobs. He had nearly lost his dearest companion and his own life last night, and yet he was presently concerned with apologizing for something that was not even his fault?!

A rare flash of anger rose, tinting the corners of her emerald eyes in a fiery bath, a stunning comparison to the white, sterilness of the room. Was he daft? "I owe you nothing?" He tone bridged on the realm of sarcastic, undertones of anger flaring out to lace her words with an icy sting to them and a bitterness that was not known to the Greenrider. "Is my life nothing? I should be in that bed, or buried six feet underground if not locked in the sanity obliterating abyss of between." That asp's tongue of hers died as rapidly as it had come on, though, failing miserably in the presence of other emotions that swarmed to the surface. Her temper never lasted long enough for it to be of any real threat; yet another reason it was practically impossible not to be sucked in by her spirit. So simple and pure, so utterly lively. A hand passed to her temple, shaking her head slightly before dismissing the thought entirely and allowing a sigh to consume her. Stubborn dolt of a man.

"I'm not going anywhere, F'st. Stop trying to push me out, because I'm coming in one way or the other, whether you necessarily want it or not. You're rather stuck with me, F'st. As for the apologies....Mistith certainly doesn't blame Typhith or you for what happened, and she is in the worst shape of us all. I haven't been touched, so what possible reason could I have to be angry with you? You're only guilty of caring, and I'm not some cruel shrew to punish for that." The Greenrider half smiled, watching the emotions flicker over his features faintly before an odd, impulsive thought occurred to her. Before she could understand where her feet were taking her, she had wandered over to the cot and seated herself on the edge beside him, face tilted with a thankful smile that was meant solely for the Emeraldrider. "Thank you, F'st. For everything."

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[Lyrikitty]

Well your faith was strong but you needed proof
You saw her bathing on the roof
Her beauty and the moonlight overthrew you
She tied you to the kitchen chair
She broke your throne and she cut your hair
And from your lips she drew a Hallelujah.

.::F'st~*~Typhith::.

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F'st jaw dropped as Tain let her fury loose, short-lived though it was. A side of her he'd never seen lashed out and scolded him for his apparently misplaced blame. He had not once, in all his thought on the matter, considered things from the point that Tain made. She was right. No matter what he thought, no matter how he tried to twist it, to look away from what she said and keep his stubborn hold on his opinion, she was right. Even if it were his fault, did not the fact that none had died change it? Her words stung like nothing else could, for nothing else was able to reach down and haul him to the surface, force him to see things clearly. With a sigh, he nodded slowly, though for the second time in so short a span, he was taken aback as she spoke, and moved foward, seating herself beside him.

What, what by the shell of his dragon, by Faranth's first egg, had he ever done to deserve this? Nothing he could think of, nothing that deserved such warmth, such kindness. He closed his eyes, forcing himself not to look at her face, the sweet smile that touched her lips, for a surge of temptation washed over him. He wanted to touch those lips, to make sure he was not seeing things, that this was real, not some fellis-induced dream. As he fought back that urge, he let his stormy pools open slowly again, and still Tain was there. Still she looked at him with no trace of resentment, nothing but sweetness. Almost tenetively, he lifted a hand, placing it on her cheek, the warmth of her skin was wonderful, driving the chill that had wrapped it's fringers around her heart away. She was real, he could feel her soft skin, smell her, see her.

Assured that she was indeed there, he nodded, a small smile creeping onto his lips, tugging the corners up just barely. He was a fool. She had come along, or rather, he had been dropped into a cold lake beside her, and his life was being turned upside down. Sure, he had been upset with Ty about it, at the time, but now... Looking back at everything that had happened in the course of a few short days... He would have to thank the Emerald, profusely, for this. "And thank you, Tain."

Would she even understand what he thanked her for? Would she be able to grasp at just what she did to him, the effect of her smile, how when she was so generous, he could almost forget everything that the rest of the world said? Surely not. Surely she didn't know that all it took was one person to slowly but surely erase the marks that turns of cruelness had left on him. He shook his head, letting his hand fall away to the bed-furs again. "You know, Tain, I'm glad Ty dumped me in the lake. Despite the fact it was freezing and I had no warning..." He had to give a little chuckle at that, and closed his eyes, reaching out for the reassurance of Typhith's sleeping mind. What would happen with the dragon's vision? It could be bad, he kne, but his hopes were that perhaps, by some odd chance of fate, Typhith's vision would not be severely impared. And for Mistith, he prayed her wounds to heal cleanly, for she was such a pretty little thing, scars would ruin her lovely hide. Fighting those thoughts back, and stuffing them away, he looked at Tain and wondered, once more, how he was so lucky. She was determined, stubborn, and impossibly kind, even her temper, firey though it had been, was short lived, the fuse burning out almost instantly.


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Word Count: 733
Character: F'st of Typhith
Notes: *is getting frustrated with self for poor posting*

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[Onyxaeon]

Just try to ruin her delight:
It's a difficult endeavor.
She doesn't walk, she's always prancing,
Only when she isn't dancing.
Share your world, she'll make them lighter.
The future's bright but she is brighter.

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.:/Tain/.::.\Mistith\:.[/center]



A faint, almost imperceptible, jolt, so tiny it could have been mistaken for a pin prick, passed between the two from where their flesh had met the others. It left an unknown tingling where the contact has ensued, the Greenrider stunned for a moment or two as she tried to gather a coherent thought, because his actions had thrown her from her metaphorical horse. What was that for? Her eyes did not widen in shock of her true surprise but, rather, relaxed in a manner, the shade softening unconsciously as though it had known, somewhere deep down, that he meant no harm, that being around him was entirely safe. It was oddly...right. There weren't any strings attached to him; what she saw was exactly what she was going to get if she so chose to wander down that path. He did not possess that filmy quality about him that other men did, that kinda of aura about their eyes that made her feel as though she were a chunk of meat on display, something merely to devour and never look at or think about again. He was different, in more ways than one, and that thought brought a slow grin to her features that only blended in with her current cheerful expression. He certainly was not normal by anyones standards, and not just because he was paler and he and his dragon were transfers from another Weyr. The way he thought...It was oddly familiar, for some reason, like she had known it from a long, far forgotten time ago. And she had reacted to his actions as though that had been instinct, because her cheek had lightly turned into that touch. Instinct...What else could one call it when one did not even have the chance to think before their body betrayed them and sent them into a turmoil of various emotions that had never before been touched? Or, rather they had been...Just not by this human, this perfectly different, abnormal, lovely man who could not possibly comprehend how many barriers he had not even tried to break down, they had fallen before him like servants to a king, welcoming back a returning master. He belonged there...Here, nestled safely inside the confines of her heart. But, the time for that would come. Right now, a peculiar urge was plaguing her fingertips, her lips barely thinking to speak her intentions before one hand gently ran through salt encrusted locks delicately.

"My mom used to do this for me when I was scared when I was little, to put me to sleep. It always comforted me dearly. I thought you could use the...soothing," she whispered this even as her digits ran slowly down to the base of his skull, feather light as they patiently moved from one side to the next. She had no clue as to where the impulse had wandered from, or even how she had managed the courage with which to at upon it, but it had been done, and what remained need only be what he would say in return. That is, if he could even be bothered to speak with such a thing occurring to still his tongue.

Word Count: 539
Notes: I needed that to be short, forced it to be, actually, because if it was longer I would have made it too 'fluffy' as my English teachers say with all my writing. They tend to think I make it too much sugar to digest. -.-

[Lyrikitty]

Well your faith was strong but you needed proof
You saw her bathing on the roof
Her beauty and the moonlight overthrew you
She tied you to the kitchen chair
She broke your throne and she cut your hair
And from your lips she drew a Hallelujah.

.::F'st~*~Typhith::.

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F'st shivered, her touch affecting him to his very core. It was a soothing thing, tender, sweet. That simple action, her ingers running gently through his salty hair, the tips only barely touching his skin, said more than any words could have. For a moment his breath caught in his throat, his eyes drifting shut. He wanted her to do that forever, never to stop for any reason.

With a contened sigh, he remembered to breathe, drawing air into his lungs and letting it out slowly. If he had been so lucky as to have anyone do this to him in his life he'd have neen willing to give them anything they asked for. Not that he wouldn't have given Tain whatever she wanted anyway.

Not wanting to cause her to stop, cherishing every second of the electric connection he felt to her, and the soothing, unbelievable feel of her fingers, he turned his head ever so slightly, looking up at her. She was beautiful, more so than he remembered from the last time he looked at her. Had she changed in a few seconds, somehow shedding her former self to become a whole new being, an angel of light and a beacon of hope? No... she couldn't have. He'd have noticed, he was positive of that. But...

In an action that struck him much like Tain's had struck her, he caught her hand in his, bringing it to his lips and lightly kissing the palm of her hand, his stormy eyes never leaving hers. A small smile touched his lips, one that grew slowly, the soft tissue of his pale lips brushing over the skin of Tain's palm as the expression grew. Did she know, at all, what she did, how she affected him with even such a small act? "Tain, my very, very dear Green, if you don't stop that, I'll go to sleep, and you'll be left with no company at all." He looked up at her still, giving her hand a gentle squeeze before finally releasing it.


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Word Count: 439
Character: F'st and Typhith
Notes: Well... I'd hoped my muse would allow for better than that. ><

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[Onyxaeon]

Just try to ruin her delight:
It's a difficult endeavor.
She doesn't walk, she's always prancing,
Only when she isn't dancing.
Share your world, she'll make them lighter.
The future's bright but she is brighter.

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.:/Tain/.::.\Mistith\:.[/center]



That was impossibly sensual, the faint rush of skin on skin, the soft breathing she could hear as the air pulled into his lungs and then out so taunting slowly. What was worse-or, perhaps better in this case-was the tender action that followed, the gentle touch that gingerly pried her hand away from his locks, the almost whisper soft brush of lips across her palm. That silly little grin...It tugged at her heart strings, a slow answering smile of simple delight echoing his own emotion almost faithfully because it was without thought, like an old hound returning to his master after a twenty year absence between the two. She found herself faintly missing the contact, her fingers itching to continue with their blind ministrations but, as soon as his words had slipped out they ceased their absent desires. Well, she certainly didn't want that. He couldn't go to sleep, not now, not when there had been so much progress made with the man and his dragon. They were finding their own way out of the abyss, and she had to further shove them from that temptation so that they were never sucked into it again so long as they lived. And the only way to do that was to get closer to them, close enough to twine two hearts together and let the friction slowly med them together as a single, pulsing muscle. Was there any way she could stay like this forever? Seeing him slip so far into that dark and desolate place maimed her dearly, and though she could find no real cause for it because she barely knew him, she only felt it her right to remain by him, to make sure he stayed right here in her arms, where the cruel words and vicious remarks of others would never scar him again.

"I'm thinking that I can make you forget everything that made your past so horrible. I'm not going to drown you, F'st, just pull you down hard enough to keep the gale winds from touching you again." Tain's smile softened, her hand recapturing his own and splaying the back of his hand across her thigh, the tips of her fingers skimming over the surface of his palm in a light, almost loving, manner. "Mistith can do the same for Typhith. You know, she's gonna wrap her way around his heart? She's so innocent, F'st. Just like a little child...I-I don't want her to ever be hurt again. This was enough: almost too much to handle, to bear. I know she'll be safe with him. Right now, I know I'm safe here with you. I can't explain it, but I do. It's...," she paused, searching for words, "It's like I'm coming back home after a century of being away."

Word Count: 494
Notes: -Stabs muse- Sowwy, she's being ebil at the moment.

[Lyrikitty]

Well your faith was strong but you needed proof
You saw her bathing on the roof
Her beauty and the moonlight overthrew you
She tied you to the kitchen chair
She broke your throne and she cut your hair
And from your lips she drew a Hallelujah.

.::F'st~*~Typhith::.

There had been a small chance, moments ago. A tiny speck of possibilty that he would be able to turn away from this woman, to force himself to do the best thing for all and avoid her. It would have been hard, would have hurt him greatly, but... He could have done it, if he'd had to. Ty would hacve been furious, would have rebelled against it, but F'st could have kept him under control, could have kept the Emerald away. However, listening to Tain, seeing the truth of her words echoed in her emerald eyes, in the tender actions, that little seed of chance was gone, swept away by the powerful winds of dedication and friendship. Banished from his heart by his own longing to be with the rider, with the woman who had so captured himself, the rider of the Green who had entranced his Emerald. His fingers folded over Tain's, entwining with her's in a need for contact, to feel the touch of her skin. There was no better medication, save the sight of Typhith, nothing that would ease his own fears, his own concerns and nagging desparation. They said Ty would be fine, Ty had given him a faint reply that he was fine, but only if F'st was able to set eye on the dragon would he be fully assured.

However, so long as Tain was here, beside him, the warmth of her body radiating out to wash over him in gentle waves, her sweet, melodic voice ringing in his ears and soothing him, he could be distracted. His mind could be easily occupied by her, and with a subtle shake of his head he sighed. "If you say she will, you do not know my Typhith. There are few reasons he would risk his hide so willingly, or leave me behind to aide another. No, sweet Tain, that Green of yours has already wrapped herself around Ty's heart, and wrapped him around her little claw." He chuckled softly at that, wincing slightly as muscles pulled in his chest. Ah... He'd have to remember to slather a heavier layer of numbweed on when he had a chance. Somehow or other he had the feeling that he would need it, being around Tain he felt the urge to laugh frequently, be it at her sweetness, or Mistith's child-like innocenc,e or even the way both of them affected him and his dragon. It was the little things that did it worst, little actions that might go unnocticed to all but the most observent. When Tain and Mistith were at ease comepltely, when they acted as they pleased, not thinking of how others would see them. With a sigh he dismissed it all and resolved to simply enjoy her presence, to enjoy being beside her.


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Word Count: 574
Character: F'st of Typhith
Notes: Fweee??? *shrugs* I dunno, my muse is starting to behave a little better now. *nods hopefully and offers muse a cookie*

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[Onyxaeon]

Just try to ruin her delight:
It's a difficult endeavor.
She doesn't walk, she's always prancing,
Only when she isn't dancing.
Share your world, she'll make them lighter.
The future's bright but she is brighter.

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.:/Tain/.::.\Mistith\:.[/center]


At what point did all rationality flee from her mind and she succumb willing to such an emotion almost immediately? Such a thing didn't happen, wasn't possible or, so she had thought. Perhaps there were such things as guardian angels, lost loved ones who watched over their beloved nestled so safely on Pern. Maybe they were guiding this course, allowing it to wander as aimlessly and perfectly as it had? Or, was something so possible as fate or destiny? Written in the stars, as some would say. She could almost half smile at the thought. If only that were true, because something already written had a path to travel, could not deviate from its intended course. You couldn't read a book and make up an entirely different ending to the story, because it was meant to happen as it was engraved in ink. Life wasn't like that; love wasn't like that. It never held true to one thing, and was always found to be shifting, either for the better or for the worse, driving families apart or bringing some closer together. If it had a constant, then she could find some stable ground to stand on, have something to hold on to to ground her and let her know this wasn't some fairytale that would carry her away. It never happened like this, why should she get her hopes up for something that was not even a possibility? After all, he couldn't care so much a mere moment but, that would mean he had lied...Tain's temples began to throb from all her musings, the Greenrider trying to combat a fierce headache when all she really wanted was to make the attempt to figure it all out before she ran in, heart open, and was broken into pieces too innumerable to count in a thousand lifetimes. It happened, and she knew that well enough but...Shards! To between with it all, it didn't matter.

"Little claw, eh?" She cracked a slow, gentle smile, eyes half closed as she scooted down to lie more properly on the cot with her back now actually on the mattress where it should have been. Her fingers tightened even so lightly, just a faint touch, hoping for a slow spark to jolt out and reassure her she wasn't insane, that he had felt something too. "She'll never know that. She's too humble to ever think he'd see her so beautiful. Shells, I'm the very same way."

Word Count: 427
Notes: -Heads desk- Dead muse. -.-

[Lyrikitty]

F'st was, for a moment, yet again, taken off guard, caught by siprise as Tain swung herself to lay beside him, her grasp of his hand never faltering. No, that grasp, that small bit of contact he held dearly to with all his being, was was kept, and in fact greatened for Tain squeezed. Not much, hardly at all, an almost timid act that he had to think on carefully, to be sure it was not his own mind crying out for a branch, for a rope to be thrown to him. He was sure of it though, and he returned the act more firmly, reassuringly. If only he could convey everything through so simple an act, one that felt so natural, so right. It was like breathing, like the beating of his heart, her being with him. The sort of thing one never really thought of doing, never really thought about how it happened. Most of the time you weren't even aware of it.

It was almost too easy, being around Tain, being near the nearly-perfect Greenrider. Time and time, he wanted to question it, want to ask aloud why, and how, yet each time, the urge faded before he could, a voice in the very back of his head said no, leave it be. Let things go as they will, throw the dice and see where they fall, don't try to change it, don't question it. The logic of it was too good, made such perfect sense, he never argued, let that voice lead.

And it was leading him well it seemed,. for surely without it he'd have pushed Tain away, would never be able to turn his head and look at her, laying beside him, seeming perfectly happy there, perfectly... Perfect. There was no other way to describe it, no other word that was brave enough to stand up and compare.

Utterly content, he could think of no words to say, no reason to speak and break the heavenly silence, the comfortable aura hanging heavily. However, there was one thing he could do, that slowly crept into his thoughts, and wormed it's way to the forefront. At first he tried to dismiss it as foolish, tried to push it away. But it lingered, receeding, then crawling back up again, a pestering insect that refused to be swatted. That same voice that kept him from questioning anything was speaking again, nagging slowly at him until he felt there was no other option save to give in, save to do as bid and pray that things went as well asd they had been.

He rolled to his side, stormy eyes looking almost beseekingly into Tain's, as if searching their depths for some clue, some hint that was nealy inconceivable. Keeping the hand twined with Tain's where it was, he lifted the other, free hand, to stroke her cheek softly, with his thumb, rolling it over the gentle curves of the bone, the shadows her lashes placed under her eyes, down to the curve of her jaw, the sleek line of her neck, and back up to her temple. Cautiously, he leaned a little closer, tenetive, and placed a gentle kiss on her forehead, a tender, caring action. It was no lusty act, inspired by a rutting dragon, nor that of a man denied another. Not even an act that begged for more. The simple kiss asked nothing in return, nothing save acceptance, and hope. It asked nothing that it's owner wouldn't, and it belied the softer side of the man that was hidden under the harder layers, the layers Tain was shoving her way unwittingly through and destroying. Just as gently he lay back, looking at her the whole time. "Should I tell you just how beautiful you are? Rukbat pales in comparrison to the light you shed with a simple smile, the stars hold no flame to the sparkle of your eyes, never has a creature lived to compare to you, and your beauty goes so much deeper. A heart that would make a Gold green with envy for the colors of it, the purity of it, no taint to the golden hues that you hold." He paused, frowing slightly as he tried to find the words to continue, to tell her his heart. With a shake of his head, he lifted his freehand, the other still clasped to Tain's and sighed. "There are no words to say it, Tain. None can come close enough, none can compare, everything pales when placed beside you, when used to try and describe you."



Word Count: 810
Character: F'st of Typhith
Notes: *got lazy* At least my muse is working again!!! *gives Calliope a plate of cookies*

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[Onyxaeon]

Just try to ruin her delight:
It's a difficult endeavor.
She doesn't walk, she's always prancing,
Only when she isn't dancing.
Share your world, she'll make them lighter.
The future's bright but she is brighter.

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.:/Tain/.::.\Mistith\:.[/center]

Turn the lights down low.
It's time to let yourself go.

Why did that seem so hard to do? Everything was utterly perfect, nothing too expectant, the scales so simply balanced that there was nothing that could be added or subtracted to pull the tide in one direction and send either rider crippled from rejection. They had made their intentions clear, and both were content, it seemed, with the notions and actions that had already been made. No one had pushed away, broken from the touches that spoke nothing but that forever craving of contact, something to know that one was not alone and had someone to stand beside. Nothing could ruin this moment; there was no threat of either of their dearest friends perishing; everything was fine. There was not a thing in existence that could pry the two away from this endless serenity that they had moved to share, two frightened hearts beating to the very same rhythm though neither knew it. They were exactly the same underneath the past's cruelties, and they would discover this as soon as that second, nervous muscle gathered its courage; Tain's. His was waiting, had already made that blind leap and was staring up from the water's forever pulling tides below the cliff she stood upon, still as a statue. He was calling, pleading a silken promise, endless eternity, in the sheltered cove that the perilous waves could not reach, could not dare to touch and tarnish those nestled so safely inside, cradled lovingly as with a mother and her unborn in the womb.

I promise, we'll take it nice and slow now.
Let yourself be known.
Share the secrets of your soul with me.

His determined grip forced her apprehensive heart to still for a spare moment, pausing, trying to beg help from the rational mind only to be denied and cast aside, the idea of 'no, it's your turn to rule' being spoken almost defiantly. He was here to stand and resolutely stay...He wasn't going to vanish off the moment he got what one assumed every man lived only to receive and then depart, never to be heard from again. But...That fear still lingered, that wretched fear that prevented her from rolling over that very instant, soul claiming what she could feel was hers. Impossible as it was, she knew she had to do this, to break past this shroud that isolated her from anyone and everything besides Mistith. Mistith...A fresh wave of sorrow clouded her thoughts. Her beloved Green...What would she want? Peace. Happiness. For Hers to be happy. So selfless she was, so very brave too. Who else but the valiant and compassionate would sacrifice their life to a Rouge plagued Bronze to save someone who was most precious to them? She would want her to be bold, to go for it, but she would feel this same emotion were the situation reversed and the Green having to express a fond feeling toward Typhith.

And there it was. A faint, almost inaudible whisper that clawed its way through Tain's thoughts to claim her attention entirely. Don't...be...scared. And she was gone again, swept away in the glorious embrace of sleep that she deserved to have until she was able to stand and proudly show the world that she had lived, had faced the greatest fear of man; death itself. A painful grip wrapped its way around the Greenrider's heart as she stood, staring down at the murky depths of the waters below her safe haven of a cliff, a painfully patient man wading in that ocean of uncertainty. Mistith had given the encouragement needed, had tried to silence the roaring flames that threatened to consume Tain. But the flames were fast in approaching, her opportunity slipping, and, soon, her safe cliff would be engulfed in an inferno and her chance forever gone.

Kiss.
I feel your fingertips.
How sweet it is to love you.

He was standing there still, eyes wide in their pleading, their hopeful stare trying to coax her down. He would catch her, and Typhith would catch Mistith as he had already proven, nearly with his life and possibly his vision. Tentatively, she took a step forward, the fires stealing more of the land behind her and an answering spark lighting those eyes of his. She could feel the sureness of her thoughts.; she could go through with this. She had to, because there wasn't much time left to find that love. Fickle thing it was, it would flit away if nothing was done.

I was taken,
You were taken.
I was shaking,
You were shaking.
We've been waiting.

And she was in rapture, ecstasy, beautiful, contented bliss as he reached out. Timid, his hand extended, a pause forming that she knew stemmed from her own equal fear, as he searched for something, some reassurance that he must have found in her eyes, because he moved, placing that feather soft kiss on her brow that helped to guide her to the end of the cliff. It was subtle, that 'I want to take care of you' present in his actions. He only wanted a place in her life though she knew she couldn't offer that; she wanted so much more than that.

Turn the lights down low;
It's time to let yourself go.
I promise to take it nice and slow now, honey.
Let yourself be known.
Share the secrets of your soul with me.

...Gone. The wind roared, whirling lightly around her body to hug her closely as she fell, guiding her into the angle that allowed her body to lightly splash into the tides instead of killing herself, ending everything. As he settled back onto his back, speaking those beautiful lyrics that soothed her restless soul, she couldn't stand to restrain that wild spirit of hers again. It craved freedom, demanded it, and found release in the form of taking control over her body, each limb, it seemed, now foreign to her as she turned without thought, her hand still tangled with his own as the other captured his. She was hovering, just above him, body a breath away from brushing his own, that fiery spark tinting her eyes that would never fade.

Fire blazing from your skin.
How overwhelming it is to love you.
I was taken,
You were taken.
I was shaking,
You were shaking.
We've been waiting.

Her head descended, face mere centimeters from his own, fingers intertwined with his own now in that firm embrace he had gifted her first. A warmth melted over her flesh as she felt the faint quiver beneath her. So he was worried too. Good. Far better to dive in with someone who, like you, knew nothing of what they were feeling than to to go in head first with someone who did. In this case, experience was not always welcomed. "It's so oddly familiar," she whispered softly, breath skimming over his cheek as she remained still, pausing to judge his reaction, but finding herself impatient for once.

Turn the lights down low;
It's time to let yourself go.
I promise to take it nice and slow now, honey.
Let yourself be known.
Share the secrets of your soul with me.

"Do you know how long it feels like I've been waiting? I'm not going to lie; I have no idea what I'm doing. But maybe that doesn't matter so much. Maybe, just maybe, it's nothing of importance." Her head lifted just a spare moment, emerald orbs reflecting a need his own stormy gray ones knew well: the hope of company, of someone to share the torment the world brought about. And she could give him that one small gift if he'd only stay, because seeing beyond where she was at was unheard of.

And I remember the first time we met.
The first time we kissed...

Tain's head tilted just a fraction, crossing that last, infinitesimal amount of space before her lips met his in a tender rush of love.

Word Count: 1389
Notes: -Nods- Yes, I like this one. It's a song-reply instead of song-fic. ^^ Hope you like it...And, yay! -Claps for returned muse- The song is Fire by Strive, in case you were wondering.

[Lyrikitty]

Well your faith was strong but you needed proof
You saw her bathing on the roof
Her beauty and the moonlight overthrew you
She tied you to the kitchen chair
She broke your throne and she cut your hair
And from your lips she drew a Hallelujah.

.::F'st~*~Typhith::.

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Time stood still, the soft beating of two hearts paused, melding into one rythym that crawled by, that didn't seem to thud once. Two hearts, twin muscles slowly reaching for eachother, trying to grasp at strands that slid by like water. Hopeless.

Yet even as that thought tries to sprout wings and take flight, take control, it was shattered, shot down by an errant bullet, a stone thown carelessly at the fluttering wings, breaking the fragile bones and sending the graceful creature to the ground.

It was a good thing, that death, that thought that was murdered mercifully, taken from life before it could start doubt. a bvlessing it was, for in a moment, the world exploded into color, into life. Tain's lithe body hung over him, scarcely an inch to separate their warm bodies, her visage linging over him, her lips parting to speak words that he felt to the very depths of his soul.

Familiar? No... For it to be familiar was insult, was grave crime. This was so much more than that, so much better. That Tain's body so close to his, so vibrant, so vital, should ever be familiar would be a dark sin for which he could never forgive, yet impatience seemed to take her, and before F'st could think, could speak, Tain's lips parted and once more sweet music flowed forth in her voice. the words were not important, for he knew tham already, read them in her eyes, her face. No, it was the sound of her voice that enthralled him, kept his breath from comming, kept him lingering, waiting for each word, for each phrase. Oh that she would never stop, but she did, and when she did...

He would have been saddened, would have thought of something to get her to speak again, but no... What Tain did next wiped that away, her lips pressing against his own tenderly, needing him just as much as he needed her. Was it possible? Was it possible that such a bliss could happen so quickly, his heart thundering in his chest, pounding away, screaming.

His savior, his angel, the only person to have ever claimed his heart, and the one who did so in no time at all. She kissed him, her lips a rare delicacy, sweeter than any sugar, softer than the finest cloth. We his hands free... No matter, he freed one hand carefully, untangling their fingers to caress her neck, to run his hand feather-soft over her should, and cup the back of her neck gently, begging ehr not to leave him.

Her lips finding his had ignited in his heart a spark, a fire that would burn to the day life passed from his eyes, to the day his lungs pulled his last breath of air into his aged lungs. Tain was all that mattered, she consumed him, completed the whole in his heart that not even the faithful Typhith had managed to fill.

Sadly, he was forced to break away, forced to draw air into his lungs, and to look up at Tain, his stormy gray eyes filled with light, passion, a need to have her at his side for eternity. "Tain..." Her name was a sigh, a whispered thing, chrished, adored. "Are you sure? I've waited longer, no doubt... I can wait for however long..." That was a lie and he knew it, he couldn't wait another second, couldn't stand the thought of a tomorrow without Tain at his side, not now.

He sighed, shaking his head and holding up a finger to motion she not answer. He'd rather not know, and instead, returned the hand he had freed to her, twining his fingers and bring her hand to his lips, delicately kissing each fingertip. "You know... There are going to be Healers mad at you." A wry smile touched his lips, tugging the corners up into a lopsided grin.


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Word Count: 762
Character: F'st of Typhith
Notes: X.x Compared to your last post... Mine is utter crap, but I had to reply.
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[Onyxaeon]

Just try to ruin her delight:
It's a difficult endeavor.
She doesn't walk, she's always prancing,
Only when she isn't dancing.
Share your world, she'll make them lighter.
The future's bright but she is brighter.

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.:/Tain/.::.\Mistith\:.[/center]


Tain's head tossed back lightly, a chuckle escaping her that tickled the air swirling around the two. That grin...It was adorable. "Eh, I don't honestly care. It's payback for these dingy cots." Why in the name of Faranth hadn't anyone before her seen past his rougher exterior to glimpse that silly little charming smirk? That was a comforting feeling in its own way, though. It meant that no one had quite seen him before as she had, that he was relatively unknown territory just as she herself was. Flights aside that is but, even then, you could not see her as anything but the pure little light that F'st did, because nothing had come from even that. Mistith was so very young, her personality forever keeping her a fledgling, and even though the dear Green had been a graduate into the wings for five months now, she had yet to experience her first flight. Untouched. Did that matter?

It was odd, but the pestering thought entered her mind and could not bother to be banished. While she was sure he did not care, she couldn't help but ask. Besides, it was worth a chuckle or two afterward, if nothing else. "F'st, I don't think you'll honestly mind, but...," she had to paused for a second, his lips catching the tips of her fingers delicately and stealing the words from her tongue. Her train of thought had so been stolen, the Emeraldrider had to prompt her for the words she had left behind, and a scarlet blush coated her cheeks like a fine dusting of snow over the hills of the North. "Ah...It was nothing." Nothing...Bah! She thought to herself, eyes rolling inwardly at her shyness. When was she ever shy or bashful? Faranth, F'st was going to drive her crazy with these new feelings, but she couldn't lose herself because of them. She was still her defiant, spirited self and, damnit, that was how it was going to stay. "Actually, twas something." The slyest smirk came across her lips as she looked down at him, her line of vision tangling with his own as her fingers had his. "I was about to ask you something, and tell, in a way. You know, Mistith was supposed to Rise soon before all of this chaos happened. It would have been her first flight, F'st. You saw how violent she can get, despite the fact she's such a tiny little thing; she's never let anyone get close enough to me. It's a miracle you've managed it, but I suppose that's because she's smitten by Typhith. But, that's another matter. In any case, I think you caught my point." She prodded his nose after freeing one of her hands, settling down by his side once more, snuggling closer to the comforting warmth of another's body. Her arms encircled his neck, ever careful of being tender around his wound, with her head nestled against his unscathed shoulder. "First time for everything, I believe is the saying."

Word Count: 528
Notes: My muse is semi wrestling with me, but I couldn't wait to post this. Lulz. Tain can be a bit of a tease, and it's delightful fun to do that to F'st.

[Lyrikitty]

Well your faith was strong but you needed proof
You saw her bathing on the roof
Her beauty and the moonlight overthrew you
She tied you to the kitchen chair
She broke your throne and she cut your hair
And from your lips she drew a Hallelujah.

.::F'st~*~Typhith::.


He listened intently, for several moments forcing himself to remember to breath, and refraining from grabbing up the younger woman and shaking her by the shoulders to hear what she had to say. Shells she was being coy, and silly, but alas, when the words finally were aired, he smiled, a mixture of releif and amusement. Amusement not at the fact that she was untouched, but at her way of saying it, how flustered she had been for a moment there, as if it would change anything, make his mind alter it;s course, or turn away his heart. Had ever there been a chance at it she'd banished before he even knew it existed. His releif was another matter, flowing gratefully from the depths of his being to wash over his face. So many Greens were taken roughly, treated poorly. He knew of a few in New Cove, and his own native Crystal Cavern, the riders to fearful when the time came for their weyrmates to Rise to the skies and challenge the males. Too many women ruined by rough hands, needy hands, seeking one thing and one thing only. Tain was too pretty for that treatment, to precious, to dear.

As he thought on that, a fact occured to him. Had ever a man, or women, been hard-handed to Tain, had ever a living being treated her unfairly, treated her cruelly, he would kill them. He would hunt them down and make them suffer, just as Ty had ensured that Nuath suffered. Oh, Typhith was unhappy at how quickly he'd been forced to end that battle, that strife, and given the chance, the Emerald would have dragged it out, listened to the pained, agonized screams of the dragon, just as F'st would have listened to J'kal's own cries, until they found it suitable to end the miserable lives of the pair that had attacked Tain and Mistith. It seemed much longer, since the night, it seemed days, turns almost.

How he could think with an sense of fondness of such a night was beyond him, but he knew, in an odd way, had it never happened, he would likely not have his dear Tain laying so peacefully beside him. He may never have gained such a deep feeling for her so swiftly, never have been swept away by her or even her dragon, for undoubtably, he had more than a small respect for the green. So selflessly she had thrown herself at the Bronze, so bravely defending that which was dear. She ha dthrown away everything she had with both paws, shoving it away, to offer life, and safety, to Tain. Mistith hadn't stopped to think, hadn't questioned, hadn't even shied away form the pain, for after Ty arrived the Green had not complained, had not fretted or paniced. Her sort was rare, and F'st appreciated what the Green had suffered to ensure the survival of Tain.

Gently, he hugged Tain tight to him, pulling her as close as he could and resting his chin apon her head, nestled in her hair. "I care not, and if anything, it give me great joy, Tain, to know that." He could not say the same about himself, for Ty had chased females before, of course the emerald had chased females! He was five turns by now, and soon to be six, though compared to many others he was but a youngling, he was ancient to Mistith's youth. Few males could match even the rnty Emerald in size, and so few had ever beaten him. No relationships had spawned from the won Flights though, and graciously, F'st would leave the woman, thanking her, apologizing to her, and hating himself for the misery it caused some. But that wouldn't happen this time, no. This time...

How could he even think to compare Tain to another woman? Inwardly he scolded himself. Never had another looked at him and saw beneath the pale skin and hair, beyond the man whose stormy eyes watched cautiously, never had another reached past it all to his heart, looked there to find the truth of him. Tain wasn't like anyone else, was better than anyone. And somehow... Somehow she was beside him. That was enough, for the moment, enough to satisfy him, enough to make him drowsy, though he fought for his conciousness. To fall asleep, holding this woman... Ah that would be a dream.

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Days passed on, and with them, improvement. F'st was finally allowed to leave the infirmary, told a suprise awaited him in the bowl. He could not imagine what, for surely nothing could compare to the suprise he'd received when he learned of Tain's feelings, noting could top that. Right?

Wrong. It had taken much work, labor, and tedious time, but finally, Typhith had been brought to the Weyr. The wait had been for him to heal enough to move, for the emerald to rise to his paws and walk the painful distance on weakened limbs back to the Weyr, back to his home, and to his Green. Most importantly, back to F'st. Still he bore a gauzy patch over his eye, for none were yet sure how the eye would funtion, if at all. His wounds were still bad, though not so bad as the dear Mistith's, for he'd not come so close to his death, despite his own folly in venturing to the Weyr for help and returning loaded to capacity with Healers and supplies. But time and time again, those who tended him told him he was almost well enough to return. He was almost healed enough to walk, though he would have to be slow, be careful. The whole time, each and every step he took, worried faces watched him, eyes searching for sign of too much strain. Nothing would be too much though, not when it involved returning to see F'st again, not when he could see Mistith again. Of course he'd been told that all were fine, that all would heal and live, and that he had fared second worst of them all, Tain escaping unscathed, F'st but a single wound. So of course they were fine, but he'd heard the brave Green's heatr stop, had heard it even through the haze of unconciousness that had swallowed him up even as he'd tried to land.

How had he landed? The question had bothered him when he was aware enough to think. Typhith knew he'd been headed for land, had been unable to keep himself aloft, was falling and was doomed to crash to the earth in an unholy mess. But somehow he hadn't. Somehow his course had been changed.

But now, the Weyr spreading before him, seemingly welcoming, the infirmary just paces away from him, such thoughts were distant, being pushed away until a time of better choice. The Emerald watched expectantly, his tail twitching despite the attempts of the Healers to keep him still again. Fresh numbweed was slathered on his wounds, not yet dried to a filmy coating, and though it sank deep into his muscles and swept away any pain he'd brought about by his trip, he refused to rest, to sleep. Not until he'd set his eye on F'st. Not until he was sure that he had done his job well enough that all would live. To ensure a suprise for F'st, his mind was blocked off, silent to the rider though it pained him. However, secretly, to Tain and to Mistith both, he spoke with a weary voice. I am here now. I have made it to the Weyr. F'st does not know still? He hoped not, for he could just imagine the look on the face of His when he walked out of the imfirmary and saw the Emerald.

F'st waited, relatively impatiently, watching Tain, guessing her in on whatever was going on. in the past sevenday, he'd learned much, and had fallen utterly and irreversably in love with the Greenrider. He'd thought before he loved her, but now there was no doubt, even the Healers and those who visited the infirmary could see it in the way he looked at her. For a moment his attention flickered to Mistith, the sweet Green, and he let a small smile touch one corner of his mouth, tugging the lips up slightly. She was on the mend, they all were, and he was releived to see it. There had been the time he'd been sure she wouldn't live, despite the miracle of restarting her heart on the beach, of getting her to the Weyr alive and in one peice. They hadn't been able to move Ty, too big the Emerald was to be lifted by another and carried. It would have taken an entire wing, and even that would have been impractical.

Speaking of the Emerald... F'st hadn't heard a single thought from him for awhile now. The two had been firmly connected as soon as both were able to remain awake for more than a few moments, as soon as Ty was well enough and rested enough. He could feel a pang of worry for the Emerald. Had something gone wrong? Had the great beast passed out, been knocked unconcious by drugs for some unknown reason? F'st hoped not, feverently, for the very idea of a relapse, of anything going wrong now, was unbearable. He wanted to see the dragon desparately, and though he'd not said a word, seeing Mistith so close to Tain, always within sight, withni reach, had made him jealous.

Word Count: 1805
Characters: F'st of Typhith
Notes: Hmm... Sorry this took so long, I've been putting it off for lack of muse and my hand hurting. >< Hopefully I've done justice enough. I was also thinking we should skip ahead a bit, a few days at least, maybe as much as a week, to where the dragons would be more consious, and perhaps Ty would have been able to be moved to the Weyr? Make things even more interesting. *nodnod*

*edited to go ahead and start the jump in time*
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