It's All Loseth's Fault

Writers: Devin, Suzee
Date Posted: 27th March 2019

Characters: Cyradis, N'vanik
Description: Weyrleaders after the flight
Location: Dolphin Cove Weyr
Date: month 9, day 20 of Turn 9

Cyradis

N'vanik

~*~
She was still a bit of Panitath when she opened her eyes again. She
felt used and exhausted but in the very best way. She felt
N'vanik/Loseth wrapped around her and gloried in the feeling of a
flight well flown. She pulled out one leg and then the other from the
tangle of his and turned toward the furry chest.

She tucked her head under his chin and felt like purring as if she
were a feline. Of course, by now she realized these were partly her
lifemate's feelings and they would subside slowly over the next
candlemark or so. Their necks couldn't actually twine and she hadn't
actually flown but it felt as though they had and did.

She wasn't even sure she could try and talk yet, but her hand slid up
his chest and then around his neck.

N'vanik made a sleepy sound of contentment. Deep, warm satisfaction
filled him. They had claimed their mate again. The Weyr was still
theirs.

Slowly he became a little more awake, a little more human. Loseth was
worn out, curled up with his golden Queen. Cyradis lay against him,
almost a mirror of their lifemates, except she was small where
Panitath was large. N'vanik thought it might be nice to doze for
another moment or two and not think about how close the Flight had
been.

"Oh good," she sighed contentedly. "It's you again." She half smiled
with her eyes closed.

"Worried it might be someone else?"

"Always," she said with a smile in her voice. "You know it's amazing
how things have changed over the turns."

"You mean how we don't want to strangle each other?" A lot of the
tension had been N'vanik's fault. His first Weyrwoman had to be taken
to a Mindhealer Hall and her replacement left Dolphin Cove after a
short time. To him, Cyradis had been just the next in line to abandon
him and his bitterness soured their relationship.

"Yes," she chuckled. "There is that part of it. But I don't know if
anyone has told you this before," she grinned into his side. "You're
pretty good in bed."

"Oh is _that_ why you keep me around?"

"Well, not _just_ that," she gave a throaty chuckle and rolled over on
top of him. "But it is a plus."

"I suppose you're not so bad yourself." He slid his hands up and
settled them on her hips.

"Thanks," she said and took advantage of the position and the residual
flight lust to go immediately where they both wanted to go.

*~*~*

Sharing a Flight -- and after the Flight -- with Cyradis was wonderful
and he didn't want to ruin the mood. But after he came down from the
pleasure N'vanik couldn't help bringing it up. "That young bronze
almost caught her."

"Almost," she said. "But he wasn't sneaky enough to stay out of her
line of sight. Loseth was," she smiled. "But Panitath did take a good
long look at Donneth."

Loseth had been focused on the Queen and N'vanik's entangled memories
weren't clear so he only knew that she'd dodged away from a younger
bronze. "Donneth? Nothing against him or your weyrmate but doesn't she
know better than to choose brown?" A junior gold could be flown by a
brown sometimes, but a Senior Queen .... never.

"She didn't choose him, she just looked at him. I don't know how to
explain it other than he interested her. Maybe because he was still
there when all the other browns and most of the bronzes had dropped
out." She smiled at N'vanik. They both knew the big brown had won
junior gold flights in the past but this was the first time Panitath
had even glanced in his direction during a flight. "I'm confident she
would have chosen Loseth again," she leaned against N'vanik who had
given so much to the Weyr. "And we are going to have another great
clutch."

He ran a hand lightly along her arm, soothed a little by her words.
"Yes. They make good, strong clutches." Even a gold egg, last time.

She nodded in agreement. "Yes they do," she snuggled back into his
arms. "Thank you for a very good flight Weyrleader."

"Thank you too, Weyrwoman. And thank you for putting up with me all
this time." There were no guarantees in a Flight and any time Panitath
rose he could lose his position. "Loseth never won gold Flights before
coming here, and look at me, pouting about _almost_ losing."

She chuckled, "You've some practice at pouting," she said with a
twinkle. There were times when she saw so much of who he must have
once been and how he felt such a strong connection to J'ackt. "But no
one can say you haven't earned this."

"You have too." The warmth he felt wasn't just fading dragonlust or
the satisfaction of winning. "Most goldriders I've known, especially
Senior Weyrwomen, have been either cold and distant or whirlwinds of
drama. You came here to be a 'Second, but you ended up leading and
you've done it with a good heart and a cool head. Most of the time,"
he added with a smile.

A bubble of laughter escaped. "Thanks for that qualification," she
grinned. "I worked hard to get here, I'm not about to throw it away,"
she added. "We're a good solid team and that is what this Weyr needs."

N'vanik snorted. "I never thought I'd be a source of stability, but
here I am." Loseth winning hadn't been a fluke, or a few lucky
chances. He'd been catching the Senior Queen for _turns_ now.

"The dragons decide, the rider complies," she smiled and kissed him again.

"This is definitely all Loseth's fault." N'vanik pulled his small
Weyrwoman a little closer before returning the kiss.

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