Hopes, Regrets, Todays, Tomorrows {Derek/Zero}

[Bellatora]

Iirla woke slowly. She felt strange. She wasn't sure... what was going on for a long time. She propped herself up. She was laying on something warm and somewhat hard... She, murmured softly. She wondered what it was she was laying on... She was fairly certain, though, that it was Vl'kan... it had to be... But... it wasn't long before the night before... came swimming back to her.

She propped herself up slowly and found herself to be... laying on top of S'bel's chest. Oh Faranth! She put a hand to her mouth and blinked and stayed still, stunned, looking down at him. She had done.... something... Vl'kan would be upset. The Weyr could us this to usurp her... to take her from power and get another goldrider. Faranth! She was in trouble. They were all in trouble. She wondered what the best course of action would be now. No one could find out about this... Izanycorth had to fly and make the choice... then they could find out. But... Oh Faranth. It couldn't work that way... Everyone already knew she had been with Vl'kan for some time... some even could tell she was carrying his child... or did they know it was his child. she would have to speak with J'dol. he was the only one that she could think of who might be able to help her in this situation...

"Um..." she started, looking at S'bel. "G-g-good morning...." she shivered slightly. She felt slightly nervous. She looked around, hoping no one could see them. This simply wouldn't do for the Weyrwoman... It couldn't... She reached for her closest clothes. At least they were somewhere where they weren't going to be seen unless someone was attempting to get away for a little... private moment of their own. She hoped that no one would be any time soon. Because she really coudln't take it if she were caught right now. But Faranth... Vl'kan had to be looking for her by now...

She pulled on her shirt and reached to grab her pants. She felt flushed, worried, and like the world was racing through her mind. She had to figure out what to do... Izanycorth, tell J'dol I need to meet with him soon. Very soon. And FARANTH! Stupid dragon! Look what happened because you pushed me to try to stop Maerath from winning! You could lose yourself the position of Weyrqueen.

I'll always be a Weyrqueen... rather I want it or not... Is that not right, Maerath...? she said to the bronze in a croon. Then to both S'bel and Iirla. It is best you both get dressed and go your seperate ways to your weyrs now. Otherwise... there will be consequences...

[Zero]

Vl'kan had been wandering the Weyr for a good candlemark or two that morning as he looked for Iirla. He had already checked the usual places she liked to sneak off to so now he was basically walking circles. For the past few turns it wasn't like her to miss one of their traditional breakfasts, whether it was him bringing the klah or her the two had always made time in their conflicting schedules to at least spend this time of day together. So it was odd he could not find her and it was safe to say it threw up just a few red flags.

Oh Mine, do not tell me you have fallen into this ravine of naivety once again. That or you are blinder then I originally believed. As he stood outside the bowl, on the very edges of the Gather, Vl'kan shielded his eyes and looked up to see a crimson figure soaking up the early morning rays. What are you talking about?
Thormyth snorted, prying red streaked eyes open to gaze down at His. Even though I despise these lesser beings I do hear them talk you know. Dragons can't keep their mouths shut. The garnet rumbled before rustling his wings and slightly adjusting his position. Oh use that deviously dark mind I chose you for already. Why else do you think she was not warming your bed this night?

The Istan frowned and dropped his gaze to the ground to think over his companions words. Shaking his head he dismissed the garnets words with a huff and instead took a drink from his luke warm mug of klah. Silly dragon didn't know what he was talking about. Shaking his head once more he started off on a path back to the Weyr. A rustling to his left however would catch his eye and as he turned to look the sight of a certain gold and bronzerider half naked and dressing themselves caused him to drop his mug.
Quickly he spun on his heel to backtrack and take the long way back, a scowl already darkening his green eyes as the muscles in his shoulders tensed. Don't say a bloody word. A dark draconic chuckle was the only response.

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[Elessar]

S'bel would have offered Iirla his own shirt, but she was already hurriedly pulling on her own garmets. He shrugged. The night spent in the woods had certainly been pleasant, but it didn't look like the morning was going to be.

Iirla had stuttered a plainly uncomfortable good morning before she rushed to clothe herself... as if he hadn't seen it all already. S'bel smirked. "No need to dress," he purred. "Why not just come back down here and we'll pick up where we left off last night?" He grinned wolfishly.

Then the Gold Queen's words hit his mind, and he shrugged. Obviously Iirla would not be persuaded to continue their adventures from last night if Izanycorth was against it. Yawning, S'bel stretched and shrugged again, pulling on his own pants before sliding his feet into his boots.

He was still tugging on his shirt when a rustling nearby caused him to turn and stiffen. Vl'kan. Well, shards. Things were not going to go well if he had seen them, which he obviously had... S'bel turned to Iirla.

"I do believe that was your lovely mate that just witnessed us, my love. I'd go clear things up with him before he does something rash."

Maerath rumbled from afar. You are correct, my beautiful Golden Queen. You shall always be Weyrqueen... my Weyrqueen, best of all.

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[Bellatora]

Iirla stopped and looked back... Vl'kan... She felt a sinking in her heart and bit her lip hard. Oh Faranth... Vl'kan. She felt her heart aching. She... She had to get him to stop. He was the man she loved... She spent so much time with him. They made time for each other. He made time for her. He held her at night. She loved him. She looked back at S'bel for a moment then towards where Vl'kan had gone.

"Izanycorth... tell him... I..." she turned to silent communication, I am sorry... I... I screwed up big and put myself in a bad situation... Izanycorth seemed to give a draconic sigh.

Why bother. I will choose your mate in the end. She was upset and feeling inferior as she often and always did. She hated being a queen... and she hated that these males seemed to like Kayath better than her... and she hated Kayath for the moment.

"Iz! Stop taking your jealousies and frustrations out on me." Iirla said in a fierce whisper out loud as well as mentally to the gold who seemed to hiss as well. My mate's rider is your mate, Mine. I am most important to you, am I not?

There is no reason why I can't have my own mate, Izanycorth. Now just tell him and tell him to wait for me... I want, no need to speak to him... I need to apologize and I need to try to make things... better... I don't know that I can ever make them right.

Izanycorth grumbled but relayed the message anyways directly to Vl'kan. It was no snub to his dragon... just that she didn't trust him to relay it properly. What do you think, Thormyth, of Kaith as one of the leaders... over you? Could you not do much better...? she said to him with a purr from where she lay... beside bronze Maerath.

Iirla finished getting dressed quickly, not saying another word for the moment. Izanycorth didn't want her rider in trouble. She didn't want there to be consequences... but it was too late... She was also just being grumpy and moody. Iirla was starting to hate conversing with the dragoness. She could switch moods so quickly... and her opinions could seem to change at a moments notice.

It was infuriating. But the thign was... it didn't matter that her dragon's emotions affected her because there was no excuse. She had cheated on her Vl'kan... Her Garnet Rider... her Istan Rider... Her... mate. The soon to be father of her child...

Iirla finally hurried to her feet and rushed after Vl'kan, not noticing if S'bel followed or didn't. She was neglecting her shoes at this point, which she noticed, but she couldn't care less. She had to catch up to Vl'kan and catch up to him now...

[Zero]

Vl'kan found himself faltering in his stride as Izanycorth's voice broke into his mind. Almost immediately his scowl deepened at what he was told. Oh now she wanted him to wait, now she wanted to talk. The Istan shook his head and continued on his way, determined to just get back to the Weyr and hopefully attempt to scour the image of those two together from his minds eye.

Thormyth stirred from his spot on the Weyr Heights as the Queens voice entered his dozing mind. The garnet rumbled as he stretched before his jaws parted in a lazy yawn. Of course we all know I am a much better candidate then that pathetic brown. That silly topaz wouldn't know greatness if it bit her on the tail.

Vl'kan had nearly made it back to the Weyr when a group of early gather-goers, most likely hungover, moved to block his path and forced him to stop, much to his annoyance. That's when he heard the footsteps, the rapid thudding of bare feet over trampled grass, and try as he might he couldn't help turning around. He said nothing as his eyes fell on Iirla, not a word escaped his clenched jaw. What could he say? What was there to say?
Looking past her, the Istan scanned the thin crowd for that stupid bronzerider. No doubt he would be trotting along to stick his nose in their conversation soon enough.

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[Elessar]

He let her go. She left her shoes, and went off chasing that damned Istan in her bare feet, but he let her go. This wasn't his fight. He couldn't make this choice for her. She had to choose... or wait for Izanycorth to rise.

And for me to win.

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"You can't know that for sure," S'bel snapped angrily at his dragon. He was frustrated, and it was wrong to take it out on Maerath, but who else was there? Who else was as close to him as the dragon that was bonded to his body, soul, and mind?

Maerath growled lightly as Izanycorth spoke to Thormyth, but said nothing. After all, it was not the Garnet that was laying next to her, but him, the Bronze King Maerath.

"...fine. Stay there. I was planning on going back to the Weyr, but apparently you're not moving now, if ever. I'll just go find myself a sharding cup of klah to enjoy by myself."

...and it will probably be cold, too.[/color] Maerath rumbled, much to S'bel's dismay. Stop feeling sorry for yourself, S'belMine. I will win. Now, go find your klah. We will leave when you are finished.[/color] And with that, the bronze dragon cut off all communication with his rider, and S'bel began trudging back to the gather, the opposite way of which Vl'kan and Iirla had gone.[/center]

[Bellatora]

Izanycorth seemed to sigh. Praesent, Trivol, Ama. Get Mines shoes. she commanded the flitters. Yours should not worry so.... I am certain she will come back to him I believe. In a way... no one ever forgot their first love... They stuck with them forever. And sometimes... it could be hard to move on completely. Of course... neither dragon nor human thought or said as much...

Oh, but you wouldn't even give her the satisfaction of chasing, so of course she couldn't choose you... She turned to Maerath with a purr. I'm glad you did not win. Kayath does not deserve my bronze. Because he is too great for her. She was rather... possessive of him. To say the least. She nuzzled him gently then lay her head across his back contentedly.

"He isn't going to follow, Vl'kan." She looked at him. Her voice was hollow. She felt entirely guilty. She would have gotten on her knees and begged for forgiveness if there hadn't been others around... not that it would likely have done any good.

Iirla looked at him, shaking slightly. "I..." she couldn't say it. Because it wasn't good enough... It would never be good enough...