Memories {Zero/Vl'kan//Elesar/S'bel}

[Bellatora]

Iirla sat on the beach, staring out at the water with a soft smile. She still remembered the night. It had been one of the best of her life - certainly the most freeing... but also one of the most painful. She still remembered that time which had taken her from a Bronze rider named S'bel to a bronze rider named D'rian... and finally... finally into the arms of Vl'kan, formerly of Ista and rider of Garnet Thormyth.

Izanycorth, when such memories were thought of often would snort or become irritated that Hers had even been so flighty. It was ridiculous. And unbecoming of a queen. Especially a queen rider.

"Well, Iz. It's not that way anymore." She said with a soft smile. She had given Vl'kan her heart four turns ago and she had no intentions of changing that. He was a good man. A very strong man and she was determined he would be a wonderful leader. And... Quite possibly the precise kind of leader they needed right now. Or so she believed... but he didn't seem to agree.

She supposed he was right. Izanycorth would choose in the end. She sighed. And Izanycorth was certainly moody to say the least.

She gently put a hand on her stomach again, thinking of the young life that grew there... Fathered by her Vl'kan. Her Istan Garnet Rider that supposedly no one would trust. But she knew that people would. Whatever he thought... he already was showing good leadership qualities.

She closed her eyes for a moment and sighed, looking back to the paperwork she held in front of her. More and more numbers. More and more planning. She preferred to come down here or go elsewhere to work... Or just to not work when there was time... Which she usually had to make. She was glad that Izanycorth didn't mind being her windbreak for the moment... Especially since there was a strong breeze. The gold slightly spread one wing, providing her rider with some shade. "Thank you..." Iirla told her gold with a smile.

Hopefully no one was looking for her...

[Zero]

Vl'kan sighed and sank a little deeper into the shallow water until it was lapping at his chest and neck. With so much going on with the Weyr and the Rebellion it was nice just to have a moment to get away breathe. True he didn't have it as hard as say J'dol or Iirla, or any of the wingleaders for that matter, but still with his personal training and final preparations for graduation things were tough. So a moment of peace was always welcomed.

Thormyth grunted, lifting his head and shaking the water from his face. Vl'kan blinked, wiping the water from his eyes as he looked up at the crimson dragon. "I've told you already, today is our day of rest. Don't know why you're complaining, you get a bath and oiled." The Istan scratched at a bit of sand clinging to his arm. "You do want everyone to notice you, right?" Of course, I just see why the whole day has to be wasted. There are other things that could be done.

Shaking his head, Vl'kan looked away from his waterlogged companion and glanced up and down the coastline. It was quiet, which he thought was off for how nice the weather was today. Ah but there, about a hundred yards down the shore, was the unmistakable figure of Izanycorth. So, naturally, Iirla must have been close by as well.

It didn't take him to long to swim down the shore to where the young queen was resting and shading their Weyrwoman with one of her wings. "Hello Izanycorth, Iirla, what brings you two down to the beach? And with a stack of parchment none the less." Vl'kan raised a questioning eyebrow at the bits of parchment Iirla held in her grip silently wondering what bits of work she had dragged out with her today.

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[Elessar]

Thread had begun to fall. The Rebellion was increasing. S'bel sighed heavily, his eyes dark, swirling like clouds as he clung to his dragon's back. He had thought that flying, with no particular place or goal in mind, would ease his troubled thoughts, but he was wrong.

Maerath, silent as ever, angled his way across the open sea and toward the beach. The dragon banked, half-turning in the air, and hissed. What I see there, S'belMine, will not help you, either.

[/color] The rider strained his eyes. "You see far, Maerath my love. Tell me, what to your dragon eyess see?"

The bronze grunted, flying in lazy circles that neither took him closer to the beach nor farther from it. Iirla and Izanycorth, Mine, with that usurper, Vl'kan and his Thormyth.[/color] S'bel's eyes narrowed. He wished he could just turn and fly away, but duty called.

Maerath hissed angrily. For once in your life, S'belMine, forsake duty and save yourself the heartache![/color] S'bel shrugged. "If I could, dear one, I would, but you know me better than that, Maerath." The bronze snorted again, and angled his wings to take them down to the beach.

He landed gracefully, his recently oiled hide shining in the sun, and S'bel slid from his back easily. "Iirla, Vl'kan." S'bel nodded to the pair, his voice tight. "Izanycorth, Thormyth." He bowed his head again. "Maerath spotted you from the air, and, well, we must pay our respects, do we not?"[/center]

[Bellatora]

Iirla stood and walked over towards Vl'kan with a grin. "Oh... it's so much more fun to come out here to do work instead of being trapped in the walls of a room... how is your day off going?" she asked him, leaning down and giving him the lightest of kisses. "I'm sure that Thormyth is complaining, hmm...?" She grinned as she sat down in the sand, having left her parchments beside Izanycorth who kept them beneath her large claw to protect them. "We need a new headwoman..."

She looked up in time to see a particular bronze approach and she flushed slightly... It was S'bel. S'bel and Maerath... Who at one point... had been her first loves in a way... Oh Faranth...

Greeting Maerath... Izanycorth's voice was a purr of delight at the Bronze's arrival. She still liked the bronze and wanted him for herself despite the past. But then again... Izanycorth was not a one dragon sort of queen... Her tail twitched playfully and her eyes swirled her delight. Oh what a handsome and shimmering bronze. You look well Maerath. Tell me. How do you and your wing fair? Izanycort was doing more of the talking than her rider.

Iirla rose with a smile. "Greetings S'bel. I hope that today finds you well. How is your wing?" She was doing her best to seem calm... but it was difficult. She was standing between two men that she... had feelings for... one now... and one at one time.. but being around him was hard. It brought back the past and feelings from then. As they had never truly just talked about it... she had left him. She felt guilty for that. She looked to Vl'kan. Faranth... and... she and he... And their child... they were going to have a child...