D is for Dangerous|Title is an Arctic Monkeys song

[elainsie]

Despite the sharp morning light attempting to pierce through the shield of her eyelids, Accalia was more than content to drift back to sleep. Her body ached fiercely, it felt as if someone had thrown her around like a rag doll, and the thought of sitting up alone, was enough to make her groan. Surely if she was required anywhere Rownith would have woken her up earlier. Instead she snuggled deeper into the hides, the cold chill of the morning not reaching her in the cocoon. It was only then, still wrapped up in the fogginess of sleep, that she realized she was not alone. Arms circled around her slender form, and she was pinned down on the bed by a heavy leg, lying entangled within her own. Her heart started to hammer in her chest, as she fought her clouded mind to remember what had happened. I rose, silly. And next to you lies the rider of my chosing.

Accalia rubbed her head, confused at the turn of phrase used by Rownith. The rider you chose? The Jade rider looked over, pushing the fur down that obscured all but a tuft of ruffled dark hair. And then, as if needing a trigger, the events of the previous day came crashing down on her head. It had not been the most tender of meetings, it had been intense and Accalia realized now why she felt so sore, particularly one certain area above most. Letting the fur drop back she collapsed against the pillow, unable to move from underneath the naked man, his form trapping her. Her cheeks flamed red as she realized nothing separated her naked form from K’dran’s own. Twisting as far away from K’dran as she could on the bed, she wrenched herself from the cage of his arms and pulled the fur right up to her chin. Accalia had never enjoyed the aftermath of a mating flight, the awkwardness that followed after the lust induced copulation. However it was so much worse that it was K’dran that lay next to her. Despite secretly harboring the hope that perhaps she would end up with K’dran in such a position, it had never been under the current circumstances. She knew it was a naïve thought, but in her dreams K’dran had approached her, had wanted her. He had never ended up in bed with her because her dragon had interfered.

Oh Rownith, you promised me you would choose the dragon that proved most worthy. Accalia could not keep her eyes from sliding over the form of K’dran, or at least that which could be seen from the concealment of the fur.

And I did. Dharth easily was the best up there; the others came nowhere near to matching him. So see we both got what we want. Cheer up Accalia, from what I heard K’dran enjoyed it as much as you did. The Jade replied smugly. It only further increased the mortification Accalia felt.

[Desert]

K'dran was a very deep sleeper. Once he'd dozed off, the sound barrier being broken a few dragonlengths over his head wouldn't have woken him. So it was in this dead-to-the-world state that he was in after the Flight. He lay entwined with the jaderider, his lanky body with all its inert mass pinning her to the bed. When Accalia squirmed out of his grasp, he barely stirred enough to roll onto his back.

Slightly exasperated, a none-too-gentle prod from his dragon's mind finally pulled the blackrider into full consciousness. He groaned and shut his eyes tighter; like Accalia, he had little recollection of recent events, and thought Dharth was waking him up like he usually did; that was, until Dharth projected his voice into K'dran's mind. Oh wake up, stupid fool. Accalia has stirred. At least have the decency to look in the face the woman you just used,[/b][/color] the black said, tossing his head in mild irritation.

Dharth was basking in the sun that shone onto his couch, soaking up the new rays that peered into the clearing he called home adjacent to K'dran's tree-bound weyr. On the whole he was fairly satisfied with the results of the Flight; even though Rownith seemed fairly smug about the whole ordeal, seeing Accalia's reaction would be enough to make up for that small dissapointment.

K'dran's pale eyes flickered open; he blinked groggily and looked around for a moment, propping himself up on his elbows. Then his memory returned and he glanced sideways at the jaderider next to him. Though his whole outlook on Flights was neutral at best, he most disliked the awkward moment when both riders came back to their senses. However, since Dharth was almost always quite content for the short-term after a won Flight, K'dran put up with the brief discomfort -- it was better than being the black's punching bag when his plots were thwarted.

With his usual utter lack of social skills, the still bleary blackrider could find nothing anything approaching tactful to say to the jaderider, so K'dran held his silence. He wondered what Dharth seemed so gleeful about; he usually didn't have to fight back chuckles of malicious satisfaction after Flights. Well, he'd figure it out eventually.

ooc; bah. Melpomene is a fickly little brat. >_O[/size][/color][/font]

[elainsie]

Accalia could feel K'dran stirring beside her, and grabbed hold of the fur, making sure not an inch of her skin was exposed. Despite him no doubt having seen it all yesterday, she felt the need to conceal herself from his scrutiny. It was in doing this she caught a glimpse of the flowering bruises against the light brown skin of her arm. And they would only worsen in color as the day progressed.

As the last dredges of the sleep fog cleared her mind, she was brought back vividly not to the lust induced passion between them, but something Dharth had said during the flight. What had it been again? It niggled at her mind as she sifted through the assortment of images, her cheeks flaming anytime she reflected upon herself wrapped around K'dran, crying out for the abuse he inflicted. That she had been a willing participant there was no denying, though she would rue it in the next few days.

There that was it, the words he had spoken before taking Rownith between his wings, before the lust had obliterated all of her sensible thoughts. And it was the final piece to the puzzle that had been the conquest of Rownith. Now it made sense. Dharth's behaviour towards Rownith in the pens, the singlemindness in his desire to rise after her and ensnare her. He had set out to hurt her beloved Jade, to leave her shattered and forlorn, triumphing over the pain he would have inflicted.

That Rownith had not been perturbed in the slightest by Dharth's scheme was not so much testament to her ability to forgive and forget, but because she felt she had one upped the Queens of the Weyr, that in Dharth having caught her proved she was just, if not better, than those wherry headed Ravens. Yes, he had used her and it had been less pleasant than normal, but that he had discarded her as soon as they had landed her had been a slight irritation, not the crushing blow Dharth had aimed to deliver. Rownith rarely remained with a male after a mating flight, and if Dharth felt the same, so much the better.

But Accalia did not view it in quite the same light as Rownith did. Perhaps Dharth had not achieved the required affect, and Rownith remained unscathed. But it was the motive behind it; the intent. And while the Jade rider could excuse it in the Black dragon, after all it was part of his nature, what was inexcusable was K'dran's handling of it. For Accalia would have had to been a fool to not realise that the link the pair shared, as tight as that which she had with Rownith, would not have made K'dran privy to Dhart's machinations.

And then another, much more horrible thought came to her, on the tail of the previous. Perhaps this had not just been about Rownith, she glanced down at her bruised arms again, perhaps after all this had been an attack on her. Had K'dran guessed at how she had felt over him? Had this been his particularly dastardly way of using that knowledge to his advantage? She looked over at the man who seemd content to leave the silence between them unbroken, and felt the bile rise in her throat. The more she thought about it, the greater her certainty grew. For there was no other reason why K'dran would have hurt her, his marks carelessly strewn all over her naked body. She had never done the man a moments worth of harm, and yet he and his dragon had plotted together to hurt Rownith and her.

The infatuation she had felt died at that moment. What a stupid, wherry headed fool I have been! Why did I not see this before? Why did no one warn me? But of course no one had known of her feelings towards the Blackrider, and even if they had would anyone have told her to stay away? Accalia had never really thought her dreams would become a reality, and now that it had, it was so twisted and wrong. It was as if K'dran had known all along, and laid to waste the silly fantasy she had created for herself. It left a bitter taste in her mouth.

Acclia's dark, troubled eyes, met the cold gaze of K'dran across the expanse of bed. Well if he was not man enough to give voice to his actions, she would do it for him. Her usual awkwardness around K'dran had fled in the face of her cold fury, she trembled with the intensity of the emotion, never having felt such anger before. It gave her the strength to yank her trapped leg from under him, as she bundled herself up in the fur, pulling herself so far from K'dran she was in danger of falling off the bed. "You knew, didn't you?" It was not so much an accusation as a statement. Her voice was controlled, the words only loud enough for K'dran to hear, and yet they masked the fury and hurt Accalia felt for feeling duped, for the pain the Black pair had wished to inflict upon the Jade couple.

[Desert]

K'dran's brow furrowed in confusion. "Knew? Knew what?" he muttered; he was still a bit muddled. He was taken slightly off guard by her sudden change in expression -- she looked furious. After a few seconds, before Accalia could speak to clarify what she meant, K'dran realized what she was saying. "Oh. Knew about Dharth's plotting? Pretty much." He shrugged. "He's a law unto himself, I can't stop him when he gets it into his head to be a bastard."

You value your skin too much,[/b][/color] Dharth remarked with a wicked chuckle. Though Rownith's reaction had been lackluster, Accalia's had completely made up for it. It could be said that he was doing her a favor, by squashing the infatuation, but this one had a sting in its tail. Even if she wouldn't likely fall for such a scheme again, her initial response was satisfactory. The jadepair had served their purpose in Dharth's plans, and he was quite happy with how it came out. it even gave the chance for K'dran to be hauled over the coals, and not even by Dharth! Usually, the big black's possessive protectiveness kept others from lashing out at the man either physically or verbally (whether or not he would've taken a dislike to K'dran's treatment).

Most of Dharth's thoughts were kept private from his rider, so even if K'dran had known about the black's plans for the Flight, he didn't know exactly what Dharth had expected from it, nor how he viewed the aftermath. K'dran could only tell that Dharth was amused and satisfied; and the only thing he thought about that fact was that it would make life easier for him, with a content dragon. The blackrider wasn't too concerned with the specifics.[/size][/color][/font]

[elainsie]

"And you found it perfectly justifiable to coax him on no doubt?" Accalia could not believe what she was hearing. She had always thought the aloofness K'dran displayed was a veneer, that the man beneath was something more. She shook her head sadly, how wrong it appeared she had been. He was just a selfish cruel man who did not give a flying Shard about anyone but himself. Accalia did not know who she was angrier at. K'dran for his cruely, or herself for having so blindly asked for it. "Do you even have a conscience? Because I find it hard to believe that anybody would condone, and perpetuate such cruelty. I hope you got a kick ot of it K'dran, I hope you get a real laugh out of what you've done, because otherwise, was it really worhtwhile?"

She bundled up the furs tightly around her, and got up off the bed. She would did not want to spend one minute more with K'dran than she had to, her skin crawled at the mere thought of how he had possessed her body the night before. Looking on the ground for her clothes she found underwear, woolen tunic and leggings strewn around the room. She pushed away the thought of how they were removed. With one hand she kept herself covered, as she attempted to dress herself with the other hand.

She bit on her lip to stop herself from dissolving into tears, she would do that when alone, Accalia was not going to give K'dran that satisfaction of seeing her cry. If only Rownith had not chosen Dharth, if only Dharth and K'dran had not got it into their heads that they wanted to crush her and Rownith, if only K'dran was the man she had thought he really was....so many if's, and none of them had occurred. "Why me?" Accalia asked in a tired voice, the fur slipping in her trembling hand, exposing her chest. She quickly hurried to pull the tunic over her head. "Was it because you knew I liked you? Was that it?" Her eyes bore into K'dran's, daring him to lie to her. "Because if it's any comfort you have done an excellent job in banishing such a notion. I think that's what hurts the most about this whole sordid affair. I thought you were so much better than you really are. What a fool I am," she gave a wry smile that held no humour whatsoever.

[Desert]

"'Coax'?" K'dran repeated, acidic sarcasm dripping from his voice. "Condone maybe, since I value my own well-being enough to try not to get on his bad side more than I possibly can, but I have never encouraged him. Dharth is the sadist, not me." He snorted scathingly. The blackrider pulled himself into a sitting position and stretched. "Don't get me wrong. I don't particularly love, any Flight, though I don't particularly hate them either. Dharth is the one getting a kick out of it -- he's about to laugh his head off." Maybe she didn't particularly want to hear that, but oh well.

While Accalia hunted about for her clothing, K'dran merely stayed put in the bed. He was quite warm under the furs. Unlike the jaderider (apparently), K'dran wasn't phased by nudity, nor much was he bashful about his own body. He scanned the floor from where he sat and spotted his trews; he'd grab those when he was ready to move.

Accalia's next words surprised him. He looked at her with an expression that was partly surprised and partly skeptical, quirking a brow slightly over one pale eye. "I can assure you, I knew and thought nothing of the sort. I know myself well enough to know I'm a social klutz; I was completely oblivious to any feelings on your part. I'm sorry your feelings were hurt, but that's Dharth's doing and not mine. He uses me the same as he uses anyone else; the only reason I'm not just as hurt or offended is because I've gotten used to it." He snorted scornfully. "And trust me, what you see is what you get. It's unfortunate that you had to fall for someone like me." A dark chuckle slipped through K'dran's lips. He hadn't originally been such a selfish prick, it had been Turns of his bond with Dharth that had corrupted his personality.

[elainsie]

Accalia could not be sure if K'dran was actually telling the truth or just mocking her. What did it matter now anyway? What she thought she had felt for K'dran was squashed well and truly, and if she never saw the man again it would still be too soon. "I am glad someone got amusement out of this. Too bad you don't have enough spine to prevent something occurring when you know it's wrong. And whether you enjoy Flights or not is none of my concern, though from what my Jade tells me you certainly had no complaints earlier." The barb was childish, and Acclia knew it, but it made her feel just that little bit better.

She rubbed her temples, her head starting to pound from the confrontation. Accalia usually avoided such situations, she hated arguments, but this had far surpassed anything she had been involved in before. And if she had not stood up for herself and Rownith, who would have?

Folding the furs she had used to cover herself she placed them on the end of the bed, before sitting on the edge and pulling her boots on. "Believe me, I won't be making the same mistake again. Too bad I had little control over it. But I like I said before, whether what I felt was real or imagined, whether you are as decent as you seem to think you are, or you are as sadistic as Dharth, between you and your dragon you have cured me of such a ridiculous infatuation " She gave a shrug of her shoulders. Despite his glibe words Accalia doubted whether the man felt any real remorse. "And now I have a request. I don't particularly want to see you ever again, and I doubt whether you care one way or the other about what happens to me. So I will agree to stay out of your way, if you promise to do the same for me?" Accalia did not want the constant sight of K'dran to remind her of this, or her stupid, shattered dream. If she had learnt anything at all from what had occurred it was that she was a poor judge of character and had horrendous taste in men.

[Desert]

K'dran just barely stopped himself from chuckling. He knew he was quite the selfish coward, and most of his conscience had gone out the window when Dharth Impressed him. Really, he didn't care much about a lot of things. And he knew it -- he was well aware of just how irritating and unpleasant he was to others. It was a testament to his lazy nature that he didn't care what other people thought or said of him in the least.

So as Accalia continued her speech, K'dran listened with mild interest, still keeping one eyebrow curved above the other in a sarcastic line. She was dead on they money -- it wouldn't bother him in the least if they ended up coming across one another on a daily basis, nor if he never saw her again, so it was an easy promise to make. "Well, since you're not in my wing and I highly doubt Dharth will bother with your jade anymore, you'll likely get your wish." He shrugged.

On very few ocassions, K'dran, you remind me why I chose you to bond with those Turns ago,[/b][/color] Dharth remarked wryly. This is one of them.[/b][/color]

The blackrider rolled his eyes. Good to hear, K'dran retorted acerbically. And I hope you've had your fill of Flights for a while.

For now, yes.[/b][/color]

ooc; TT^TT i dunno where she's gone, but Melpomene is completely AWOL. i think she got tired of this stubborn cough.[/size][/color][/font]

[elainsie]

Accalia was almost disappointed with his response but should have known not to expect anything else. "Fine. Good then," she stood up, stamping her feet into her boots until they were properly on her feet. This bad start to the day looked to set the precedent for the rest of it and Accalia could not wait until she could return to the confines of her own weyr and ball up under the covers on her bed. "Bye K'dran, thanks for the bruises, I'll cherish them along with the memory of the worst Flight I have ever been a participant of. And don't worry one iota about myself or Rownith, just look after yourself, oh wait you already do."

The look he gave her irritated her to distraction,the stupid cocked eyebrow, as if he really cared what she said. She approached him where he lay languidly on the bed, and slapped the man across the face, her anger giving force to the blow, the sound of her hand making contact with his face reverbrating around the troom. "And now I have returned the favour. A bruise for a bruise," and with that she marched out of the room and down the tree landing jerkily as she jumped the last few steps, fleeing from the scene, and K'dran, as quickly as she could.

What's wrong, Mine. Rownith had started to gleam that Accalia was less than pleased with the outcome with the flight, but right now the woman was angry at everyone and that included Rownith who had her own part to play, and so she remained silent.

[Desert]

Her sarcastic farewell speech made a smirk tug at K'dran's lips. He sketched a mocking little half-bow to the jaderider. He couldn't help it, though he knew it might earn him a rebuke from Accalia.

Evidently, he was right. The ringing slap she delivered to his cheek jerked his head to the side a bit from the force of the impact. He clenched his teeth together and glared at Accalia as she exited his weyr. That arrogant little bitch!

A roar of laughter burst from Dharth's maw. The big black tossed his head back and unleashed the full volume of his mirth to the hazy sky, his tail beating the ground next to his couch. Ouch! I believe she got the better of you just then, K'dran! Wonderful![/b][/color] he chortled. The inarticulated, surly rage that he sensed from his rider only served to increase Dharth's amusement. He laughed long and loud, only able to stop himself when his ribs began aching.

Oh shut up, you big bastard, K'dran snapped irately.

ooc; i wish i could've done that post justice, but i suppose this will have to do. -groansigh-[/size][/color][/font]

[elainsie]

5 weeks later.....

Accalia lay on the edge of her bed, her head hanging over the side as she retched the pitiful contents remaining in her stomach. When finished, she collapsed against the pillows on her bed, drawing up the cover to her chin. She could not remember feeling so ill, her stomach roiled, and any time she had tried to eat a meal the past few days it had not remained down for long. Pushing back her hair from her face, she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, trying to remain as still as possible to prevent her stomach from churning so turbulently. She reached for the glass of water next to her bed, and sat up so she could have a small sip before putting it back down.

Are you ok? Rownith’s voice was concerned, her eyes whirring a orange in distress for her rider.

Not really, I feel horrible. But it will pass. Accalia assured Rownith, having long forgiven her dragon for allowing Dharth to catch her five weeks ago. And what she said was true, it would pass, but what Accalia was loathe to admit was the reason behind her current illness. Before her Impression of Rownith, Accalia had been apprenticed to the Healer Hall. But even without her Healer training Accalia could have guessed what was wrong. She had seen both her sisters suffer through a similar fate although she could remember neither being quite so ill, and it did not take much to count back the weeks.

It seemed a horrible twist of fate that just when she had managed to almost forget about the flight, that she now had to deal with a pregnancy on top of it all. Accalia had never even considered that this may come about as a result. Oh, of course they were instructed about such things as weyrlings, and she had worried after the first few flights that she might have ended up pregnant, but nothing had come of it and the risk had seemed rather slim. Until now. That she now carried K’dran’s child was so ironic she would have laughed, had she not felt so awful.

At least go see a Healer, they may have something to give you. Please?Rownith pleaded with Accalia. The dragon had noticed a change in Accalia over the past weeks, and had been quietly worried about her. This sudeen illness of Accalia seemed to confirm in Rownith’s mind that something was not right with her rider.

If that’s what you wish. Acclia got up groggily, fighting the nausea that overwhelmed her for standing up too quickly. Shrugging on a jacket and slipping into her boots, she left her weyr and made her way to the Healers.

The Healer who had greeted her had bundled her into a private room, performed a quick examination while asking a number of personal questions, and then confirmed Accali’s own suspicions. “Have you been flying between?” The Healer queried as she washed her hands in a bowl of redwort. Accalia nodded her head in response, “Of course I have, I had Drills.” She took in the woman’s accusing gaze.

“Well there will be no more of that. I will inform your Wingleader that as of today you are grounded. We can’t have you risking yourself or the child you carry. Unless of course you don’t want the child?” The Healer rose an eyebrow at Accalia.

Honestly Accalia had not considered her options. But perhaps it was for the best if she miscarried this child, now that the option was brought to her attention. She could not imagine K’dran caring about any child of his, and it would save so much time and trouble if she just went between for a period of time. She would not have to tell K’dran, he would never even have to know, and they could keep up the pretense that neither existed.

But could she really go through with it? Unconsciously she realized her hand had slipped to her still flat abdomen, as if in a gesture of protection. Was it her child’s fault that it’s father was a despicable man? That he did not give a thought about anyone but himself? And after all, it was a part of her. “Fine, I am grounded.” She gave a noncommittal shrug of her shoulders. “Is that all?”

The Healer gave her another look, “Yes, I suppose it is. But you might want to try making up a tea with these. It’s supposed to help with the nausea.” And she passed over a packet of herbs.

Pocketing the pack, Accalia thanked the Healer and left, her feet carrying her back to her weyr while her thoughts circled on what to do about her impending motherhood.

[Desert]

Dharth happened to be randomly eavesdropping -- it was a hobby of his. He would reach out a tendril of though to the nearest dragon and listen in on the conversation; it was a way to kill time when he had some on his paws. He was listening in on the Rising Tide Wingleader's tempest Bulgolth as he discussed something with his rider. The big black had to suddenly hold back a roar of laughter at what he heard. Accalia was pregnant, what a twist! He couldn't have planned it better himself! Oh, this was rich!

Congratulations, K'dran, you are a father![/b][/color] he called to his rider raucously, his laughter slipping through in a deep rumble. His eyes wheeled in a blur, the bright seafoam green practically glowing out of his black head.

"WHAT?!" K'dran yelped, almost falling off the bed where he'd been lounging, half asleep. Shock made him sit bolt upright, eyes huge within his head, staring out the door to his weyr in the direction of his dragon.

Dharth's rumbling chuckles picked up in volume. It seems that you left a more lasting impression with Accalia than just the bruises -- she is with child. Your child,[/b][/color] he explained gleefully.

"Shards," K'dran swore, slumping back onto his bed. "Fardling shards. Will she expect me to... how did... shards."

Language, K'dran,[/b][/color] Dharth chided. Perhaps you should seek her out. It is your fault, you know.[/b][/color]

K'dran kept his eyes closed and one arm draped over his face. She can just take a few trips between to get rid of it, right? so why should I?

She is keeping the child, K'dran. She will be grounded from her wing until she gives birth,[/b][/color] the black informed his rider.

"Ssssshhhhhhaaards.... What's wrong with her? She seems to thoroughly hate me, what's keeping her from aborting the fardling thing?" K'dran grumbled, as much to himself as to Dharth.

Unlike you, K'dran, many people abide by a set of ethical and moral guidelines,[/b][/color] Dharth pointed out wryly. And you will not know why she decided to carry it to term unless you confront her. She might well come to you anyway.[/b][/color] The big black chuckled, then reached out telepathically to Rownith. Rownith, I believe that K'dran wishes to speak with Yours. Where would he be able to find her?[/b][/color]

The rider sat upright again, hissing more profanity under his breath at his dragon. You fardling wherry, what are you doing?!

Dharth tilted his head in mock exasperation. I am doing what you would, had you any spine or chivalry to your name.[/b][/color]

With a resigned half-groan half-sigh, K'dran shted himself so that he was sitting on the edge of the bed and propped his elbows on his knees. I hate you, he told Dharth venomously.

Sticks and stones, my Own,[/b][/color] the black retorted jovially.[/size][/color][/font]

[elainsie]

Well she's just coming from the Healers, but I assume she's returning to her weyr. Rownith was surprised to hear from the big black, and even more so to find K'dran was seeking Accalia out. But I don't think she wants to see Yours. Ever. At least that's what she keeps telling me anytime I even try to mention the subject. Do you really think its wise? She's not very well either. Can't it wait? But it seemed as if it could not wait. Instead she focused on Accalia who had managed to make her way back to her weyr and was flung out on the bed once again, eyes closed tightly. It seems K'dran wants to see you, but Dharth will not say why.Rownith spoke cautiously. Any previous mention of K'dran's name had sent Accalia into a fury, and she fervently hoped the same would not happen again.

What? That's impossible, he promised he would keep out of my way, and there's no chance he could know so soon...And I seriously doubt he has realised the error of his actions and come to apologise. The man's a spineless bastard who would rather watch the whole Weyr go up in flames then lift a hand to help if it meant risking his own precious hide.She shook her head sitting upright abruptly with the astonishment of the news, shocking Rownith with the intensity of her words. It was unlike Accalia to say such a thing about anyone whatever her personal opinion of a person truly was.

It was unfeasible that he could know she was pregnant, Accalia determined, she had only just had it confirmed herself and had not even decided whether to tell him or not. Perhaps it was just pure coincidence, but what reason could he have to break the pact they had made before? And if he did want to see her did he not have the right to hear the news from her now she knew? How could she even begin to explain such a thing, or her decision to keep his child. Did the man even want to be a father? Accalia doubted it if K'dran's previous behaviour was anything to go by. Her thoughts tumbled about in her head, she did not want to have to deal with this, not now. Tell him I don't want to see him. Remind him of the promise he made me about keeping away, tell him I am sick and if he comes near me he will get it, anything, I just don't want to see K'dran. Not now and preferably not ever. Accalia lay back on the pillows,and turned on her side. She had made up the drink as instructed but only felt marginally better. And she had enough pride that if she did have to face K'dran once again it would not be like this.

It's as I told you. She doesn't want to see him, she says that if he comes to her he will catch what she has. Rownith bespoke Dharth, still not quite comprehending the situation in its entirety. What she did know was that Accalia was distressed, and if Dharth and K'dran were behind it, then she would do whatever was in her power to prevent the pair from disturbing her rider.

[Desert]

Dharth chuckled to himself at Rownith's reply. Predictable, but that wouldn't stop him. What a surprise, she does not wish to see you,[/b][/color] he remarked sarcastically.

"So just leave it," K'dran said, glaring through the dark screen of his bangs in Dharth's general direction. "It's really none of my business what she does, anyway."

The big black tilted his head to one side in exasperation. I rather think that since you begat the child, it is your business. You have a right to at least get the news. So stop being a lazy coward, K'dran, and grow some spine.[/b][/color]

"You kinda beat that out of me," the blackrider retorted acerbically. "And I really hope you don't develop one of your weird fixations on this kid." At that thought, a shiver crept up K'dran's spine.

A deep chuckle bubbled up from Dharth's chest. We shall see. But if you insist on merely sitting there, I shall have to take matters into my own hands.[/b][/color] The big black reached out to Accalia's mind, inserting his words directly into the jaderider's thoughts. Whether or not you particularly wish to encounter us right now, K'dran and I are coming over to your weyr,[/b][/color] he warned, a bit of icy sting in his tone that brooked no arguments.

"I really, really hate you," K'dran commented wearily.

Too bad. Get up and come over here.[/b][/color] Dharth's dark shoulder appeared outside the door to the weyr.

With a sigh of long-suffering, K'dran heaved himself to his feet and clambered onto his dragon's back. Dharth leaped nimbly into the air; he glided just above the canopy for the short hop, his paws lightly skimming the foliage of the tallest trees. He spied Rownith's light green form and performed an elegant swoop to land; his bulk was almost too large for the clearing around Accalia's weyr, and K'dran scraped his back as he dismounted. Well, half-fell, since Dharth dipped his shoulder abruptly to force his rider to get off. Bitch, K'dran spat irritably once he was on the ground.

I overheard your Wingleader just now,[/b][/color] Dharth began telling Accalia, dropping his head so he could peer into her weyr. And it would be prudent of you in the future not to withhold important information like that from us in the future.[/b][/color] The black's mind-voice was underlaid with a barely concealed growl, laced with menace; his eye looking into her weyr took on more streaks of muddy red. His previous good mood seemed to have rapidly deteriorated. That abrupt transition might have caught others off-guard, but K'dran for one was unsurprised. Dharth usually didn't hang on to good moods very long.[/size][/color][/font]

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Accalia was less shocked then she may have been to hear Dharth speak to her, although that could have been to do with how sick she had started to feel once again, or because she realised that despite her protests the Black pair were going to do as they pleased with little regard to herself or Rownith. Considering I had barely found out myself, what did you expect me to do? Rownith herself does not know the full of extent of this, so forgive me Dharth if i did not send a broadcast out to the Weyr that I just so happened to carry your rider's child. But then again, how can you be so sure it is K'dran's? Have you been peeking through my weyr to check my nocturnal activities. Accalia knew she was taking a gamble speaking as such to the black, why he could crush her quite easily, and surely that would solve all K'dran's problems, but she was so sick of his manipulations of his interference. As far as she saw it, if the Black had left well enough alone there would have been no need for a confrontation now.

Accalia sat up slowly from the bed, not wanting to appear the invalid when K'dran did show his face, smoothing the fur down and taking another sip of the foul tasting tea in the hope it would settle her stomach. Then again it would be funny to watch his reaction should she vomit over his boots or something, though no doubt she would be the one having to clean up the mess.

I am so sorry Accalia. I tried to keep them away, I truly did. That Rownith had stood no chance, Accalia realised. It's not your fault that they can not take no for an answer, she bespoke the dragon privately, although she wondered just what conversations Dharth could pick up on. She severely doubted her Wingleader would have passed on such information to another Wingleader and it begged the question; just what exactly did Dharth hear. Anyway I suppose it's better to get this out of the way now, and then I can deal with it on my own over the next few months. I do not know how much you have gleamed, dear heart, but I am having a baby. And as I have been with no one else since the flight, I think we can both guess who is the father, although I wish it was any but him.[/color]