Mnoranth

Writers: Estelle, Heather, Suzee
Date Posted: 6th August 2024

Characters: R'enh, Ashela, W'ser
Description: Aftermath of Chioneth's flight
Location: Dragonsfall Weyr
Date: month 1, day 3 of Turn 12

R'enh

Ashela

W'ser

The giant bronze swept into the Dragonhealers and landed heavily, his
whole body shaking from reaction to the deep gashes on his chest. He
hadn't been able to do much more than glide from the weyrlake and it
had been very painful to do that much.

}:Mine,:{ he called.

**I'm coming** R'enh dashed into the Dragonhealers and went to try and
wrap his arms around the massive neck.

"W'ser," he bellowed.

"I'm coming!" the Weyrdragonhealer called back. The brownrider
appeared in a jog, his hands and forearms still dripping where he'd
sanitized. "Branth told me." Thankfully, his dear brown hadn't been as
determined as Roquath to try and fly a senior queen.

"Oh thank Faranth," he breathed. "What do you need me to do?"

"With all due respect, sir, I need you to get out of the way," W'ser
said as he set about assessing the severity of Mnoranth's injury.

R'enh gave a sharp nod and backed up against the wall of the cavern.
He was shaking with reaction to the flight and it was all he could do
to keep his mind together. There was nothing as powerful to a
dragonrider than the reaction to a senior gold flight. Let alone his
weyr mates'. But Mnoranth's injury had taken the edge off and he was
able to function... kind of.

As soon as Aglayath told her that the flight was over, Ashela lost no
time in returning to Dragonsfall. Nothing bored her more than sitting
out another goldrider's Flight, and it was more than frustrating to be
absent when the next Weyrleader was being decided - but she'd learned
her lesson from Barrier Lake. Never again would she risk her precious
lifemate by lingering at the Weyr.

**At least she'll be stuck on the Hatching Sands soon,** she thought as
they emerged from /between/. And now the bronzeriders would stop fawning
over Chioneth and pay some attention to her...

}:Aluneth has won Chioneth,:{ Aglayath reported.

The goldrider's brow creased faintly in surprise. She'd not paid much
attention to that bronzerider, expecting that the Weyrleadership would
be won by someone more senior. R'enh, or L'val perhaps, or a wily older
bronze like Bhelth. Had - what was his name? - ever led a Wing, much
less a Weyr? That could be interesting...

}:And Mnoranth is injured.:{

**Injured? How?** Ashela was jolted from her thoughts, unwelcome
memories of the tears in Rogueth's hide returning unbidden. She turned
to look down towards the dragon infirmary.

}:His chest is hurt. Branth's rider is with him.:{

**We'll go to help.** As Ashela formed the thought, Aglayath tilted her
wings to change direction, heading for a place to land near the
dragonhealers' area. The goldrider felt the familiar warmth through
their bond as her lifemate reached out to comfort the injured dragon, as
she had many times before after Fall.

}:I am here, Mnoranth. Stay calm, the healers will help you.:{

Mnoranth radiated the pain and rumbled a welcome to his mate. }:It hurts:{

"It hurts," R'enh repeated from his place near the wall.

W'ser dictated his diagnostic findings to an apprentice who was
hurriedly jotting everything down on a clipboard. When the initial
examination was completed, the Weyrdragonhealer walked over to R'enh
and Ashela.

"The puncture wounds are deep, but clean. We'll help with the pain,
then pack the wounds. They'll need to heal from the inside out due to
their depth. This will take some time, but he'll recover fully."

"Thank you W'ser," R'enh nodded, then turned to Ashela. "I'm glad you
came," he said while he struggled against grabbing her and finding a
bed to relieve the flighlust still simmering like an unscratchable
itch that only one thing could relieve. "Please thank Aglayath for
me." He curled his hands into tight fists fighting to maintain
control.

"We'll take care of Mnoranth, sir. If you'd like to... rest." W'ser
inclined his head to Ashela politely, knowing the goldrider would see
to the bronzerider's care. The Weyrdragonhealer left the pair to
oversee Mnoranth's wounds and transportation to an infirmary
weyrcouch.

"Thank you, Master." Ashela's eyes didn't leave R'enh's. She knew she
shouldn't, but it was so tempting, and Saibra wasn't here... She reached
out and rested a hand lightly on his arm. "You know Aglayath and I will
always be here for you when you need us."

R'enh groaned "Ashela," his eyes focused on her face for a moment
before his mouth came down on hers. After a moment he squeezed his
eyes shut and tried to take a half step back. "Can you... uh, I
need..." his breathing was fast as he tried to fight back the
overwhelming need. "Somewhere?"

Though the flight was over now, Ashela felt the echoes of it in that
heated kiss, sensing through her bond to Aglayath how the riders of
the Weyr were abandoning themselves to desire. Her breath came faster
and there was a feline grace in her movements as she beckoned to him,
her voice low and enticing.

"Follow me..."

Last updated on the August 29th 2024

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