Allegiance
Dragonsfall Weyr
Amber Hills Hold
Vintner Hall
Healer Hall
Hidden Meadows
Dolphin Cove Weyr
Dolphin Hall
Emerald Falls Hold
Harper Hall
Printer Hall
Green Valley Hold
Leeward Lagoon Hold
Barrier Lake Weyr
Sunstone Seahold
Citrus Bay Hold
Writers: Duskdog, Sia
Date Posted: 26th April 2026
Characters: Zaphare, Nosarre
Description: Zollarth wins Kiziolth's first greenflight
Location: Dragonsfall Weyr
Date: month 10, day 3 of Turn 12
Notes: Follows after “Forming an Alliance”
It was a rare thing for Nosarre to be pleased with Kiziolth, and the green basked in that more than she did Zollarth's warm blue hide on her ledge. She did as Nosarre asked, even though she felt like she had ages left to fly and there were lots of other dragons vying for her attention. Zollarth was friendly enough, and he played with her and Galgaith sometimes. He flew well.
Nosarre stretched languidly in the cot, the cool air of the flightroom nice against overheated skin. Making a deal with Zaphare had been the right choice. The men that had decided to chase had been… unsatisfactory, at best. She did not enjoy that glimpse into her future. About as much as she didn't enjoy the increasingly noticeable ache on the crook of her shoulder.
"You _bit_ me!" Nosarre exclaimed as her fingers danced over the battle wound, inspecting it without actually getting up, "I had _one_ request, and you couldn't even do that?"
Zaphare groaned, laying her arm across her eyes. She had been feeling so content and cozy (and smug), but then Nosarre had to _talk_. “This whole thing was your request, so that’s _two_ requests. And I got fifty percent of them, which I think is pretty good.”
Nosarre sat up at that, furs slipping to her waist, expression somewhere between disbelief and irritation. “Fifty percent?” she repeated. “I will not be grateful you managed to follow instructions halfway. You wouldn't appreciate a half-assed thank you.”
“I haven’t gotten _any_ ‘thank you’ yet, actually, so right now my fifty percent is better than _you’ve_ given.” She tilted her forearm slightly to glance at Nosarre, expecting to be further irritated by her sour expression, but instead immediately found herself distracted by the sight of naked breasts again. “You know, it’s a crime that boobs like that are attached to such a bitch.”
"I could say the same about you." Nosarre said, though she wrinkled her nose at the language. It was easy to forget that Zaphare was raised in some barn in the middle of nowhere, at least until she opened her mouth. "Wouldn't think you knew how to use that mouth of yours. Aren't you just full of surprises."
Zaphare rolled over onto her stomach, propping up with her elbows on the bed and her chin on her hands. “I am. I could show you a few more, if you wanted. If you act like you deserve it, I mean.”
Nosarre's eyebrow arched. "Me?" She said. Her gaze trailed over Zaphare’s posture: the deliberate stretch, the exposed line of her back. She leaned forward in one smooth, predatory motion, planting a hand gently but solidly in the middle of Zaphare's back. "I could, if I thought you could listen. You haven't been doing that very well at all."
“I _do_ know how. Would it be worth my while if I did?” She waggled her eyebrows.
"That depends. Can you behave?"
Could she? It sounded like a challenge. Challenges could be fun. “Let’s find out. Is Her Ladyship suggesting that she would like to give orders?”
The press of Nosarre's hand on Zaphare's back grew firmer. "I don't _give orders_. I like to speak once and be _heard_. I want you to pay enough attention so that I don't have to correct you."
She slid her hand from spine to help and used the leverage to guide Zaphare onto her back. There was no rush to it; she took her time, following through so their bodies aligned, her weight a warm, steady presence. Nosarre braced one arm beside Zaphare's head, the other still anchoring her in place. Her lips brushed Zaphare's once-- light, almost chaste-- then again, deeper, lingering just long enough. "Can you do that? I don't want to waste my time."
It was amazing how such a small change in perspective could make Nosarre’s voice seem less annoying and more… something else. It sent a tingle down Zaphare’s spine, even more so than the kiss did. Or maybe it was the physical direction. Maybe it was both. All three.
It was a little hard to think right now, actually… which was how Zaphare preferred it, she realized.
“I can play along so long as you’re saying something worth listening to,” she replied, bringing her hands up to rest warmly at Nosarre’s waist, the touch light, not demanding at all -- just a presence, an _agreement_ to leave the firm direction to Nosarre.
Nosarre studied her for a moment, then gave a quiet, satisfied hum as her hand traced a slow, deliberate line along warm skin. "Good girl."
Last updated on the May 1st 2026