There are 4 messages in this issue.
Topics in this digest:
1. [DL-N] Action and Reaction
From: "Chris Weeda" <weeda@[EMAIL PROTECTED]
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2. [DL-W] A Disastrous Delivery
From: trissana@[EMAIL PROTECTED]
3. [DL-C] JP - A Perfect Fit
From: "Arlene" <wondermom@[EMAIL PROTECTED]
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4. [DL-D] A Day on the Front Line!
From: "Tree Deutscher" <treedr@[EMAIL PROTECTED]
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Message: 1
Date: Mon, 30 Aug 2004 16:46:40 -0000
From: "Chris Weeda" <weeda@[EMAIL PROTECTED]
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Subject: [DL-N] Action and Reaction
Lawrence's double, otherwise known as Lorence, looked at the
armored knight. He hadn't really been told to anticipate a frontal
assault, that the dragonriders would have respected the orchards
that they were concealed in, orchards that provided fresh fruit to
both the landbound and warrenborn alike.
The orchard was now catching fire rapidly, the flames moving
quickly from tree to tree. One of the trees fell between Ranker and
Lorence, creating a smoky barrier between the two. The man
laughed, "You fool! You're hurting the very people you came to
help. If this is what the riders have to offer, we won't have to do
anything."
The man coughed and then he screamed as a couple large trees
came down upon him, cru****ng his body beneath their flaming girth
and completely blocking the cave entrance.
[..]
As the riders were preparing to mount up and begin their
search for the men who had taken Cherry's sister, Dargis noticed
smoke coming from the orchards.
<You see the smoke, D'lion?>
**Yes, the other dragons and riders now know about it, too**
<We have to save the trees.>
** I wonder what caused the fire?**
[..]
Dargis cried inside as he witnessed the burning trees, the
needless destruction of living plants. From what D'lion had
gathered from general dragon gossip, this didn't seem like the type
of thing that Lawrence would do. Of course, not much was known
about him to begin with, so maybe this was the thing he would do.
Regardless, whomever had started this fire had severely damaged the
lifestyles of both the people of Ravensdale and the warren.
He came upon Ranker, who was armored, "What are you doing
here?"
"I couldn't wait for Vasklar, so I came here. I knew where
Lorence would be hiding. Some of his men attacked me so I had
Kautivrad torch them."
Dargis' mood darkened, the smoke swirling around
him, "Kautivrad torched them?! Do you know what you've done? You
may have single-handedly destroyed this entire village's lifestyle?
Not to mention eliminating any chance we may have had to find all of
Lawrence's men. Instead we have to fight this fire so that damage
is minimized."
D'lion, flying low and overhead, spotted the cave where
Lorence had been hiding, **Dargis, there is a cave blocked with
flaming debris. According to Kautivrad that is where Lawrence came
out.**
Dargis looked at Ranker, "Did you hear anything inside the
cave?"
Ranker shrugged, "I was concentrating on Lorence."
<D'lion, tell anyone and everyone the location of the cave.
I think that Cherry's sister may be inside and that she doesn't have
much time. I'm going to continue working on the fire break with the
other villagers since I have the proper tools. If they need help,
let me know.>
Dargis shook his head, "For your sake, I hope that Cherry's
sister, the ORIGINAL reason that we were here, is still alive. If
she isn't, you will be held responsible for the death of an
innocent. For now, I suggest you stay out of everyone's way because
you seem to be causing more trouble than solving it."
Turning on his heel, he went back to cutting down trees with
the villagers in an attempt to stop the fire from spreading further.
[..]
Lawrence saw the smoke from his vantage point and laughed.
He knew his men hadn't started the fire because they knew their
orders. However, if they were all killed, including his look alike,
or semi-look alike, it would enable him to work much more freely.
Nobody searched for a dead man, after all. Moving away from his
lookout, he gathered the small contingent of men he still had, and
left. Soon, very soon, he would begin the next phase of his plan.
Submitted by
Dargis and D'lion
Lawrence
NRPG: That would be correct, ladies and gentleman, Lawrence has
gotten away. Of course, to everybody else, he is dead, finito. Now
of course there is the matter of saving Cherry's sister, preventing
the orchard from burning down, and explaining to the villagers how
burning down their grove was supposed to help them save Cherry's
sister. Nothing like raising tensions between the landbound and the
warrenfolk. Enjoy!
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Message: 2
Date: Mon, 30 Aug 2004 17:55:24 EDT
From: trissana@[EMAIL PROTECTED]
[DL-W] A Disastrous Delivery
Day 10
Mid Afternoon
Med Center
/snip from Carys' post/
Ari steeled herself and prepared for what would come next. She had
every
confidence that Dalmar with his book learning would save them and all
would
be well.
/end snip/
Dalmar hurried over to where Chrysthal stood at the edge of the sands
and
they both watched the wilder female make her slow way onto the sands,
sup****ted
by the two males. [This will be difficult?] Chrysthal asked, the tone
of her
voice telling Dalmar she knew that just getting the female onto the
sands
wouldn't be the end of it.
*She's got a rough time ahead of her,* Dalmar said worriedly. *If the
eggs
come out normally she may be all right, but...*
[Can you help her if they do not?] the queen wanted to know.
*Yes,* he said nervously. *I've done it before, for the queen at
Telnor
Warren...but it's not easy, and the results are uncertain. Let us
hope such
measures aren't needed.*
As soon as the stricken female had reached the center of the hatching
grounds, the two males helped her lower herself onto the sands. At
Dalmar's request,
Nightwind and Azhy drew back to give her room. Dalmar came up next to
her
and felt her lower belly where the eggs hung. *Can you feel them
moving?* he
asked.
[I cannot feel anything, since you pricked me with that barbed thing
you
carry,] she answered. [They should be moving...]
Dalmar bit his lip, wondering if giving her the painkiller had been
the right
decision. Without it she might not have made it here, but with it she
might
not be able to make the instinctive muscle contractions that would be
needed
to get the eggs out.
This was his fault, all his fault, Dalmar thought. What had all of
his
training at Tinobal been for, then? This? Having to watch lives end
before they
even began? "No!" he whispered under his breath.
"Did you say something?" Ari asked. Dalmar started and turned his
head, not
having realized that she was standing beside him.
He clenched his fists. "I'm not going to let her lose that clutch."
Ari shook her head. "But there be no way to help them," she said
softly. "I
wish it as greatly as I know ye do, but..."
"But there may be a way," he said. "I did something like this once
before,
at Telnor Warren." Ari's face took on a suddenly hopeful look, but he
quickly
held up a hand. "But there, the queen was otherwise healthy, and it's
an
arduous procedure to begin with. There's a risk involved here..."
"To the eggs or to the dam?" Ari asked.
"To both," Dalmar said. "We could be gambling all or nothing here."
"I don't wish t' endanger the dam," Ari said. "Nor does her mate, I
think.
If ye be not certain..."
"Nothing is certain, except that she'll lose the clutch unless we do
something," he said in a voice that was firmer than any she'd
previously heard from
him.
"Then I'll help with whatever ye need," Ari told him. "I haven't yer
book
learning, so I don't know what this procedure of yours is...but I
think we've a
better chance working together than each alone."
"Then let's get started," he said. "There's some equipment I'll need
to have
brought in."
* * * * *
Hatching Cavern
A short time later
The equipment Dalmar had in mind was of two kinds. Part of it he was
able to
retrieve for himself, a leather case containing a set of surgical
instruments
scaled to dragon-pro****tions - clamps, extractors, and some other
things only
a graduate of Tinobal would recognize. The most noticeable implements
were a
scale saw and a scalpel the size of a broadsword.
The other "instrument" was an "L" shaped iron frame with a
hand-cranked winch
near the bottom. A rope and pulley system wound its way through the
frame
and ended with a leather sling that was just the size to loop around a
dragon
egg - either through the intended birth canal or, as in this case,
through the
incision that Dalmar was about to make.
"I don't dare give her any more medications for pain," he warned Ari.
"She
should be pretty much numbed-up from what I gave her earlier..." He
sighed,
wondering if all this would have been necessary if he hadn't dosed her
earlier.
"But she may feel it when I make the incision, so if you could monitor
her
mind and let me know if she's feeling too much pain. I have some
numbing salve I
can use, or I may just need to back off."
Ari nodded. "I be ready, let's get started!"
* * * * *
The procedure took more than two hours. Dalmar made the incision,
while Ari
looked on and maintained contact with the female. Once a new opening
had been
made to the egg sack, they were able to use the big winching device
with the
leather sling to draw the eggs out one by one. They took turns once
Dalmar had
demonstrated the device's use to Ari the first time. Thereafter, they
took
turns at it, with one operating the crank and the other probing inside
the
female and getting the sling one by one around the eggs so they could
be pulled
out. One by one they were deposited on the sand, but Dalmar was
devastated
realize - after the first couple of eggs had been extracted - that
they hadn't
survived the female's ordeal. The first couple had even been broken,
explaining
why they hadn't been able to pass the birth canal. That, in addition
to her
other injuries, explained why she had been in such pain.
Realizing that there was nothing to save regarding the clutch, the
only thing
left to do was try to save the dragon herself. Taking turns working
the
winch and extracting eggs, Dalmar and Ari removed them one by one. By
the time
they were done, Dalmar was exhausted.
"So, that's it," he said, shaking his head and staring disconsolately
down at
the sand. With a snarl of anger he slammed the point of the scalpel
down
into the sand, then knelt down next to it, one hand gripping it to
keep the
exhausted healer upright.
(Tag Carys)
Submitted by:
John
Dalmar the Dragonhealer
Whiteriver Warren
Summary: Mid Afternoon, Day 10 - Dalmar and Ari perform surgery on the
wilder
female, extracting the eggs which do not appear to have survived.
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Message: 3
Date: Tue, 31 Aug 2004 01:14:26 -0400
From: "Arlene" <wondermom@[EMAIL PROTECTED]
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Subject: [DL-C] JP - A Perfect Fit
Day 6
Morning
Andahar came out of the shower, only a small towel ****elding his full
form from Alania's admiration. He smiled at her as she stretched,
coming fully awake. He had left her sleeping when he'd woken earlier
to
go for his morning work out and to greet the day.
Alania glanced over at Andahar and grinned. "Some morning I am going
to
get you to sleep in with me." She yawned and sat up in bed, watching
him
move about the room.
He laughed softly, "I might enjoy your trying." He unfolded the
bundle
he had found out on the practice field, again admiring the suppleness
of
the leathers and the intricate beadwork. "But if I had stayed in bed
I
would not have found this." He held up the vest for Alania to see.
Her eyes widened slightly. "Wow, it's beautiful. Who made that for
you?"
He shook his head, "I do not know. It is not work of my cousin. She
does not do such beadwork." He slipped the vest on and admired the
fit.
Alania watched as Andahar put the vest on. She stood and walked to
him.
Her fingers ran over his arm and then the vest as she slowly circled
him.
"Whoever it is seems to know your size to a T." She raised her eyebrow
at him as she moved back in front of him.
He nodded, "Yes, it fits me well." He slipped on the leggings and they
also fit him like a glove. He turned around for her to get a good
look.
He frowned as he saw her questioning gaze.
She eyed him for a moment and then turned away. "Must have been
someone
who knows you *very* well." She moved to get her clothes for the day.
---
Afternoon
Halkya smiled as she openly admired the young chief before her. She
wished that she could claim the handsome clothes that he wore, but she
hadn't made them. But that didn't stop her from flirting with him,
"But
you can come see me anytime and I will be happy to."
Andahar extricated his arm from her grasp and smiled, "Thank you, but
no. I heard you work with leathers, so I only wanted to ask about
clothes."
The girl shook her head and sighed, "No, I won't lie. This is not my
work."
Other girls, however, overheard this conversation and soon wherever
Andahar went he was accosted by young women claiming to have made his
new outfit.
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Early Evening
It was just before dinner time when Alania finally stood from her
desk.
The whole day she had been buried under mountains of paperwork. She
rubbed her back and made her way from her office towards the dining
hall. She had not stopped for lunch and was starving.
As she walked she passed a small group of nomad girls. Andahar's name
was mentioned and Alania slowed her walking to listen to the
conversation. She only caught a few snippets of the girls'
conversation, but it was enough for her to know that they were talking
about hoping to be the one to claim having made the outfit.
By the time she made it to the dining hall she had overheard more than
one conversation about Andahar. Inside she got some food and sat at a
table. Behind her was a group of Nomad women. She blinked in
surprise
as they too were talking about Andahar.
"Imagine him wearing them so boldly."
"Girl who made clothes should claim them."
"Foolish of her not to."
"Smart of her!"
"Why?"
"He will pay high bride price for one who is so modest."
The cup that Alania was holding fell to the table with a crash. She
jumped and quickly picked it up, not looking at the women who were now
looking to her. Her face flushed and she quickly gathered her plate
that she had not yet touched.
Within minutes she had fled the dining hall and was half way to her
apartment. Once there she closed the door and moved to her bed. Would
Andahar really want to marry the girl who had made him the clothes?
How
could she compete with something like that? She could barely string
together two beads let alone make something so beautiful. But if that
was how men measured women they were thinking about marrying....
A sob caught in her throat as she lay back on the bed, staring up at
the
ceiling.
---
Evening
"Alania?" Andahar called as he came in, surprised that the apartment
was dark, yet Moondancer was on the ledge and she had told Bohoc that
her rider was inside. "Alania? Are you here?"
Alania wiped at her face and stood. She moved for the door and opened
it. "Hi Andahar." She couldn't bring herself to look up at him."
"Thought we could go to dining hall to eat. Were you sleeping?" He
reached out and lifted her chin, but her eyes would still not meet his
gaze.
"No I....I'm not really hungry." She pulled back away from him. "You
could just go without me."
Andahar frowned, "You are not well?"
"I'm fine." She moved away from the door. "Don't worry about me."
But he followed her into the room, and watched her busy herself
lighting
candles and then picking up clothes that were scattered about the
room.
Finally he walked up behind her and put his hand on her shoulder.
"Talk
to me, Alania. What is wrong?"
She winced at his touch and then her shoulders slumped. But instead
of
answering his question she asked him one in return.
"Did you find the woman who made your new clothes?"
He shook his head, "No. Some claim to have been one to make them, but
they could not tell me where clothes were left, or could not show
beadwork of this skill." He fingered the beadwork on the vest. He
was
baffled by this gift, and the silence of the craftswoman.
"Does it matter so much if you don't fine her." She turned to face
him.
"Maybe she just wanted to give you a gift and didn't want you to know
it
was her." She looked somewhat desperate.
"I have never received such before. Why would someone give me such
gift?" Andahar asked. It was becoming an obsession with him.
Alania's face fell. He was obviously intent on finding the woman who
made the outfit, and she could only come to one conclusion as to why.
She turned away from him.
"Well I hope you can find her." There was no hiding the sorrow in her
voice.
"Yes? Maybe you can help. Women talk to women. You could ask...?"
Andahar asked enthusiastically sounded like a small boy and completely
missing her tone of voice.
"You'll forgive me if I don't want to help you." Alania turned to him.
She wondered how he could take this all so lightly. "I think maybe you
should go now."
Andahar blinked and stared at her. "Go? Alania? What is wrong?"
"What do you mean what's wrong? You think I'd be happy that you found
the woman you'll marry. Well I'm sorry, I'm not. And no I don't want
to
help you figure out who she is."
She turned away and threw the ****rt in her hands to the ground. "Just
go."
"GO?" Andahar grabbed her shoulder and spun her around to face him.
"Alania, I ask you again. What is wrong?" Suddenly her words sunk in,
and he asked, "What woman am I going to marry?"
"Whoever made you that." She motioned to his outfit. "You are
obviously
very taken with her already."
"Taken with? Taken? What do you mean?" Andahar shook his head, "I
only
wish to thank her who make clothes. Not marry her."
"It's what all the Nomad women are saying. How clever she was to not
tell you who she is. How high of a bride price you will pay to have
someone so modest." She shook her head and lowered her gaze.
"I could not even dream of making something so beautiful for you..."
Andahar smiled and he pulled her to him, "Murad, you do not need to
make
anything for me to love you."
She stood in his embrace, bewildered. "But the women....what they
said..."
"What do women know?" Andahar snorted. "They do not know my heart."
She tilted her head to look up at him. "So you won't want to marry
her?"
"Hah, she probably as ugly as dog," Andahar teased.
[Tag: Rachel]
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Summary
Day 6
Morning
After finding the clothes, Andahar returns to Alania's apartment to
shower. While he puts on the new clothes he shows them to Alania as he
does. She wonders about how well they fit.
Afternoon
Andahar asks a nomad girl he knows that works with leather if she'd
made
the clothes, but she tells him she didn't. Other girls claim to have
made them, but Andahar tests them and knows they did not.
Early Evening
Alania goes to the dining hall to eat and overhears several groups of
nomad women talking about Andahar's new clothes. In the dining hall
one
group talks about the "wisdom" of the woman who made the outfit and
how
much Andahar would pay for a bride price for her. Upset, Alania heads
back to her apartment.
Evening
Andahar searches for Alania, and finds her in her apartment. At first
he worries that she is ill, but soon realizes she is upset about his
wanting to find the woman who made the new clothes.
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Respectfully submitted by:
Rachel Lange
AKA
Alania, rider of Moondancer
&
Arlene Jacobs
AKA
Andahar, rider of Bohoc
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Message: 4
Date: Mon, 30 Aug 2004 23:28:26 -0700
From: "Tree Deutscher" <treedr@[EMAIL PROTECTED]
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Subject: [DL-D] A Day on the Front Line!
Morning
"No No NO!" Lexi growled walking towards Kern, a newer rider. He was a
fresh faced young kid and still quite green around the ears, but had
more then pulled his weight since his arrival. Unfortunately though he
was the worst aim the blacksmith had ever seen. "You need to focus!"
The confidence course had been set up so that pretty much any kind of
practice could take place there. As of late it had been a daily hive
of activity as the locals and riders tried their hands at just about
everything they could think of. No one wanted to be unprepared for the
enemy they now faced.
"Relax, take even breaths, find your comfort zone, site your target,
aim....damn Kern keep your focus! Now...wait for it! Take your time!"
The two men stood off to the side of the main target area so Lexi
could help Kern learn to hit a moving target with the heavier crossbow
the lad now carried. Unfortunately with so many people out there
wasn't a lot of extra room and the big man was keeping a close watch
to stay out of the firing line; a line which included the woman that
haunted him now on a daily basis. With the creatures creating havoc on
the warren the Wings now trained together more closely so every
time he turned around Sharees was there. Like now for instant, she was
with some of the other riders lined up practicing with their bows and
he was hard pressed to keep his mind on the task at hand.
"Hey, tell me again that thing about the moving part!" Kern asked
seriously taking aim at a chunk of wood that dangled from a limb just
for this purpose. When the blacksmith didn't answer right away the
young man spoke louder and Lexi blinked, "Huh! Oh yeah, well you need
to remember........."
After explaining what the rider needed to know Lexi's gaze
unconsciously ****fted and a strangled sound emitted from the big man.
Damn her hide anyway, he muttered silently to himself unable to tear
his eyes away from Sharees shapely backside as she bent to pick up a
dropped arrow.
As she stood and turned to hand the arrow back to the trainee who had
dropped it, her glance strayed across to the other riders and locked
with that of the blacksmith's powerful gaze. Her eyes narrowed and she
swiftly turned away, her black braid swinging with emphasis. Yet her
pulse had quickened when she had caught his eye. She could hear him
berating the poor rider who somehow couldn't get the idea of just how
to handle the bow.
Lexi's teeth ground together his gaze held by the long ****ny braid as
it swung across Sharees backside the tip of her dark hair curling
around each cheek as it swayed back and forth. "Damn!" he inhaled
sharply feeling his body stiffen at the sight.
"Shoot Lexi, I didn't miss it by that much!"
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Afternoon
The dragons circled and landed as the wing second shook her head in
frustration. They had been practicing the maneuver for a week now and
still they crossed each other unacceptably close. The riders
dismounted and lined up to listen as Sharees walked back and forth
before her wing, instructing and cajoling as she once again explained
the new tactics.
"It's not like flying wraiths. These things have brains! They're
sneaky! You have to be smarter!" She winked at a rider and flashed a
smile as she looked around.
He was rubbing down Samson and working up a sweat and Sharees's eyes
strayed toward the large man with the large red dragon.
Trying to pick up her speech she turned toward the riders, "You have
to be alert up there. Remember you can't flame them too close. They
can burn you back. You have to catch them in the crossfire! And you
can't be flying so close that you'll catch your partner."
As she turned she caught sight of Lexi again. He wiped his brow, and
she swallowed while admiring the flexing muscles.
She turned back to pace again, and glared at the riders, "You need to
come together... work together. You can't be right on top of each
other."
She heard someone snicker. At the end of the row she turned around
again and her glance caught Lexi as he slowly removed his ****rt. She
licked her lips. With a start she realized she had paused.
Tearing her gaze away she noted that the riders were all waiting on
her. What had she been saying? What ever it was, it had fled from her
mind.
"So, what are you waiting for? Get it up and try hard ... I mean get
back up there and try harder!"
As the riders mounted up she heard some chuckling and felt her face
flush. Damn Lexi!
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Dining Hall
"Slow down will you! It's not like the warren is going to run out of
food!" Pandora exclaimed with a soft chuckle at her brother's massive
appetite. "Of course the way you and Olaf both eat I'm surprised
Realee
hasn't gone on strike!"
Lexi's fork stopped midway to his mouth and his eyes widened in mock
innocence, "Geez, Sis, a growing boy has to keep up his strength ya
know!"
The sound of familiar laughter made him turn to look and he froze.
Sharees was sitting with some of her friends at a nearby table and a
whole bowl of cherries sat in front of her and not just one or two.
The
damn thing was filled to the brim with in them. Lexi's throat went dry
and the world around him seemed to spin and suddenly slow as she
lifted one to her mouth.
With agonizing slowness, Sharees slipped the ripe red cherry between
her luscious red lips. As she pulled the stem away her lashes lowered
over her sapphire eyes in mock ecstasy. "Best thing these lips have
tasted in a long time." Her bewitching laughter rippled through the
others at the table as they joined in the fun.
Lexi couldn't tear his eyes away as Sharees plucked another from the
bowl. Unaware that he was now half leaning that direction the
blacksmith unconsciously licked his lips as she seductively rolled the
tantalizing fruit across her lips letting the crimson juices run down
her fingers. A low pained groan escaped from the big man and Pandora
giggled.
"Ummm Lexi, I do believe maybe you should pick your tongue back up off
the floor!"
"Huh!" he said absently turning to gaze at his twin in confusion.
"You're gaping big brother!" She whispered in amusement.
With a loud snort Lexi shook his head in frustration and gazed at the
heaping plate in front of him. Suddenly he had lost his appetite, but
damned if he would let her win. Fighting the urge to look over at
the object of his desire he ferociously scooped up a spoonful of
potatoes and shoved it in his mouth almost gagging at the fact that
they now had absolutely no taste to them. *Cherries, why did it have
to be cherries?*
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Evening
Exhausted and sweaty, Sharees headed to T'rell's office to fill him in
on how the training exercises had gone. As she reached for the door,
it was slammed into her, almost knocking her over. She glared at the
person coming through the door. "You should watch where you're...
Lexi!" She stopped in mid retort when she saw it was Lexi. "What are
you... at this hour?"
The blacksmith hesitated startled by the presence of the Wingsecond.
His gaze focused on a bead of sweat that rolled down her cheek
hesitating slightly before it dropped to the skin above the v neckline
of her ****rt. Instinctively he held his breath watching as it lazily
rolled across her skin to disappear between the voluptuous breasts
barely hidden beneath the damp material. "Ummm, had some business with
the bosses!" Lexi answered to her chest.
She saw his eyes slowly lower to stare unabashedly at her breasts and
her anger flared. "You and 'the bosses'? Who do you think you are! I'm
a Wingsecond!" She stood on her toes and poking him in the chest, "Who
the hell do you think you are, being so secretive? You and the
Wingleaders? You're just a rider!"
Lexi was unprepared for her verbal assault and seeing the fire in her
eyes, momentarily stunned him. If the situation had been different he
probably would have found the situation amusing, but at the moment he
wasn't in the best of moods. "Listen Missy," the blacksmith answered
in kind, "For one, I'm not one of your little lackey's so watch who
you're pokin'! Secondly, you may be a Wing Second, but not in my Wing!
Any business I have with the bosses is on a need to know basis, and
with that attitude you don't need to know!" With a snort of anger the
big man marched away.
Sharees wasn't about to let him get the last word in and flung herself
around and marched right behind him, almost running to keep up with
the longer stride of the bigger man. "My attitude! You condescending
bastard! You can't imagine that a woman could be Wingleader, can you?
You think women are good for one thing and one thing only -- that's
obvious the way you couldn't stop yourself from staring at my....."
She stopped and put her hand over her mouth.
Lexi stopped suddenly to spin around and Sharees ran full force into
him and they both froze; the direct contact sending a ripple of shock
through them both. The big man took a deep breath his bare chest
beneath his vest rising against the firm mounds. Even after a full day
the faint fragrance of wild flowers clung to her. Closing his eyes for
a moment he exhaled slowly and looked down at the top of her head and
the enticing cleavage just below. "IF, you wouldn't keep shoving them
in my face I might be able to stop looking at them!"
It was all she could do to keep her hands from s****ing around his
massive neck and pulling him in close. But at his words, Sharees
jumped back as if stung, and smacked his cheek. "You keep your eyes
where they belong, and they certainly don't belong looking *there*."
He swayed between ravi****ng her on the spot or strangling her and both
were extremely tempting at the moment. Straightening to his full
height the massive muscles in his arms and chest tightened as he
fought the urge to cuff her back. "Listen Sharees, if you want to be
treated like a Wingsecond then act like it and quit flaunting
yourself!" His eyes unconsciously dropped to her breasts, his fists
clenching to keep from
caressing the gorgeous mounds. Her ****rt, damp from sweat, clung to
her like a second skin outlining them to perfection. "I don't know
what your game is woman but I'm not playing!" Lexi uttered with a
hoarse growl. "If you want to hang with the big boys, you want to be
treated like a leader, then you'd damn well better be prepared to
receive what you dish out! If you smack me again woman I swear you're
gonna get it right back!"
Lexi's eyes settled on her lush lips and the war that had raged inside
him for months between wanting her, and wanting to hurt her came to a
head. "Dammit Sharees, you've made it very clear where I stand, but I
will not be your whipping boy when you don't get your way!"
Sharees groaned as unbidden thoughts of leather and a ****d Lexi
flashed through her mind. But instead she retorted, "Go ahead with
your tough talk. I know better. You're just a ...."
Suddenly the arguing couple was surrounded by a cloud of warm steam
and the huge head of the copper queen appeared, shoving the couple
apart. Almantha's tail curled protectively around the blacksmith and
she growled at the human woman. <Listen you.you puny..this is my human
and you leave him alone!>
Samson quickly reminded the feisty queen, "Almantha! No biting!"
Almantha snorted but agreed that she wouldn't do anything stupid.
Gently butting Sharees with her snout, the queen backed the
leathercrather away.
Sharees glared at them both and with a flick of her braid, she stormed
away, muttering loud enough for Lexi to hear, "...have his sister's
dragon fight his battles for him!"
The big man rocked on his heels at the rebuff his eyes darkening in
anger. He suddenly reached out to grab her then pulled back just as
quickly shoving his hands in the pockets of his vest. Lexi pushed away
the image of gladly strangling her with her braid and wondered how
this woman could be so irritating and intriguing at the same time.
Sharees's shoulders were ramrod straight as she walked away. His lips
twitched in anger as his eyes traveled downward to her shapely butt,
the swish quite pronounced at the moment. "Hell, with this ****!" He
muttered under his breath and marched after her his long stride easily
closing the distance.
"Listen Miss Pris, talk about fighting battles! Seems like Chamelle
fights your battles well enough!"
Sharees spun around her face flushed with anger rising on her toes and
the two riders squared off when a loud cough sounded and they both
suddenly realized they had drawn a crowd. Glaring at each other for
several moments both swung away marching off in opposite directions,
Sharees to the Wingleaders' offices and Lexi to the "Lusty Duchess"
for a tall mug of ale.
{Tag: For anyone in either place they are going!}
Respectfully submitted by,
Arlene Jacobs AKA Sharees
And
Tree Deutscher AKA Lexi & Almantha
***Summary***
This takes place on different days over the period of the time jump!
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