Never wake up -- Afterflight Ka'mond

[twitchie]

Ka'mond rolled over, bumping into a warm body.
Wait... who.....?
It all came rushing back to him, making him dizzy.
Nonononononononono!

He opened one eye very slowly, ducking back under the covers as he saw the man next to him, G'daro.

Abyrath? Did you have to pick Banemith? With a... male rider?

A yawn and sleepy grunt filled his mind.
Does it matter Mine? I love Banemith. He's sweet and charming. Is his Bonded unkind? [/color]

Ka'mond sighed and flushed.
N-no... He's not unkind... He's nice but... You know... he's a boy...

The dragoness snorts and cuddles closer to Banemith.

Ka'mond frowned and scooted away from where he had been snuggled against G'daro, heat rushing to his face. He didn't realize flights ended like this... It was.... so unnerving.

"G-G'daro? Did I... hurt you?"
He croaked, feeling so very shakey. Oh! He just wanted to melt away.

[phantomofthewolves]

G'dato groaned. The last time he felt like this was when Banemith won his first flight. He shuddered when he felt Ka'mond bump into him. Banemith snuggled closer to his prize, ignoring his rider completely. "No, not at all." he replied. He slid off the bed and put on his clothes, making sure his rear end was covered.
He was more accepting of the circumstances of winning a flight, not like the last time this had happened. The last time, he was screaming his head off, confused at what had happened the night before.

((OC: AGAIN SO SHORT! SORRY!))

[twitchie]

Ka'mond peeked from the covers, as if he was trying to pretend this wasn't-hadn't happened.
Abyrath... I know it was great for you and all--

Mine! I am sleepy! Go back to sleep! [/color]

Ka'mond flinched at Abyrath's annoyance, carefully snatching the furs against him and getting his pants on.
There. He felt somewhat satisfied now, since being shirt-less was not uncommon. I mean.. he was a farmer at one time...

He glanced at G'daro, wishing he could disappear. This was not something he enjoyed .. it wasn't bad much but.. Ka'mond preferred girls!

Ka'mond scratched his head, looking for his shirt. His white-blonde hair was a mess. Half flattened the otherwise sticking up like rocky mountains...

Shards! Where was his shirt?! He didn't really want to prance around the halls looking like... well... after-flight...