L'gan awoke slowly, groggier than he had been in months. Something didn't quite feel right about his surroundings, but his eyes stubbornly refused to cooperate and focus. He decided to remain in the bed that felt a tad bit too soft to be his own until he was alert enough to figure out where on Pern he was. After an indeterminable amount of time and a lot of rapid blinking, the bronzerider's eyes cleared enough for him to identify his surroundings. And then the events of a few hours before flooded into his mind.

He turned his head, and sure enough, there lay Alesia looking utterly ravished if he did say so himself. Glancing in the direction of the ledge he was unsurprised to discover Behemath entwined with Iolath, both deeply asleep after their own exertions. L'gan turned his attention back to the sleeping Weyrwoman beside him. The last time he had woken up in this situation was with Limaru when 'Math had caught her gold Ahekayth. L'gan grimaced; the queenrider had been gracious enough, but not overly pleased to discover him in her bed, and he had been forced to walk around on eggshells with an upset and jealous R'zlin for months after the fact. He only hoped that Alesia had no prior attachments to any rider. He was unaware of any, but he was not looking forward to the possibility of another encounter with a spurned bronzerider.

Finding himself at a loss for words and unwilling to wake Alesia just yet, L'gan contented himself with gazing around her quarters. Hides and parchments were strewn about her desk as if abandoned in utter frustration, but aside from that, the room was orderly, a characteristic L'gan appreciated. Behemath stirred slightly and opened a lazy eye to regard his rider smugly. I told you. He said simply. L'gan grinned. And when did I ever disagree? You flew well, but now I must see what situation you've landed me in! And with that, a small speck of dust chose that moment to waft toward the bronzerider, tickling his nose just enough to elicit a muffled sneeze. L'gan hastily swiveled his head around, sure that if she wasn't before, Alesia would be awake momentarily.

An annoyed sound was uttered by the sleeping woman a hand flinging up to rub at an itch on her eye. Aha, so much for sleeping beauty. Then, she paused, body tensing slightly as she assessed the situation. Alesia had been sleeping so well, anything waking her would have been an annoyance worth swatting at. An itch though, had proved the more urgent issue, though if she had hit the man it probably would have been a halfhearted swat from a sleepy woman. Now though, her mind jolted alive as she realized she wasn't alone in her bed, which was something the woman was extremely used to, to say the least. Blinking against the sun that penetrated her weyr, she looked up at the man in her bed with blurred sleep vision. Ah, the face looked familiar.. She squinted slightly, rubbing her eyes once more as the gained her composure. She recognized who it was now, and felt for a moment shameful, wondering if her association with him had altered the flight in any way. Possibly, but there was no changing anything now. After all, for his dragon to last so long with an injured wing.. surely it couldn't be all too bad of a result.. Oh!

"Behemath's wing.." The Weyrwoman groaned, partially because she was still quite groggy and because she was horrified that the bronze had flown on a half healed wing. "If he suffers permanent damage I'll flail you to the bone..." But her tone held no true fury, eyes cautiously glancing back to the man. The fact that they bore no clothes caused a furious blush to rush down her face, neck and shoulders, but overall kept her expression composed. Of course, the darting of her eyes and shy look in them told all. He's sore. We are all sore. The sleepy, yet rather smug voice of Iolath rang through Alesia's head, and she blushed even harder. "Iolath says he's seen better days, but she doesn't seem too concerned."

As Behemath confirmed Iolath's diagnosis, L'gan let out a small sigh of relief. The bronze's entrance into the flight had worried him, to be truthful, but there was simply no stopping the headstrong dragon when it came to flights. Spurred into saying something now that the Weyrwoman was awake, L'gan turned back to Alesia. "That may be, but if you flail me to the bone, I think you'll find you've lost any help you may have just gained. And then you'll just have to go back to taking charge of everything yourself, seeing as how I'll be skinless and of no help..." He grinned, hoping he could diffuse the palpable tension in the air.

Although he had no qualms about prancing around in the nude, something told L'gan Alesia didn't quite feel the same, at least not with him. He glanced around, searching for any scrap of clothing that had been hastily shed a few hours ago. But alas, either nothing was to be seen or everything was strewn on the other side of the room. L'gan cleared his throat and looked as if he were about to say something when a blue firelizard appeared from between, chirping in a scolding manner. Behemath snorted in irritation. He's mad because he couldn't find you. Which was for the better, I'm sure. He added slyly. L'gan smothered a grin as he turned attention back to the flit. "Egan? Can you go grab a shirt please?" He sent a mental picture of the blue bringing a shirt back to the bed as he spoke and Egan trilled acknowledgment. He dove for the lightest material he could find and fluttered to the bed. L'gan winced slightly as he imagined small talon holes in his favorite shirt. Gently wresting the firelizard's claws from the fabric, L'gan held the shirt out to Alesia. "It'll be a bit large, but it'll do until we find your clothes. That's Egan, by the way, you didn't meet him at the Bowl that day. He doesn't tend to hang around often unless he can't manage to steal food from some unsuspecting Candidate's grasp. Then he comes begging to me." He smiled fondly at the creature and scratched its eyeridges gently.

Suddenly meeker than before, Alesia accepted the shirt from his grasp and looked at his, thumbing her fingers over the fabric absently as he spoke to her. Thoughtful, she stared at the fabric, frowning slightly. Why this bothered her, she wasn't sure. She was a bit shy, and possibly that could be construed as not wanting to be seen.. yes, that might be true, but in a moment where a woman was in a situation she had never been in before, and of this kind, she might not make much sense in how she thinks or reacts.

"Do you have another lady you attend to?" The Weyrwoman blurted out, feeling awkward, glancing up from the tunic she still had in her hands. "I.. just want to know where things stand, and how our living arrangements will be. You don't have to stay in my chambers if you do not wish to."

L'gan silently cursed himself. Here he was pulling his whole cheerful act when right next to him was a woman who had just experienced her first flight- and a queen one, at that. Her question sobered him further. Most bronzeriders were known to be as promiscuous as greenriders were. Granted, he was quite the flirt, but he rarely followed up on his advances. And for that matter, his advances were rarely accepted. Women he'd met so far hadn't usually been overly receptive of his saucy demeanor. He considered deflecting her question with a joke, as was his usual habit, but a knowing look from Behemath convinced him that wasn't a good course of action to take.

He rubbed his eye absently as he answered. "Uhhmm... no, I don't. Behemath hasn't chased in about a Turn, and any non-flight related encounters have been strictly conversational." He cleared his throat. "How about you? I'd rather not run into a furious man in the corridors later." He grinned to take any sting out of his words. "Because you know, that would be the only thing that would keep me out of your quarters. Look at this place, it's great!" He flung his arms wide, dislodging Egan who squawked disapprovingly as he relocated on Behemath's neck. So much for seriousness. The bronze commented dryly. I can't help it, it's habitual. L'gan retorted defensively. Returning his attention to Alesia, he continued blithely. "This place is much larger than mine! You'll have a hard time sending me away! Unless of course you'd rather live alone with no one to brighten your day.... err, with the exception of Iolath, of course." He finished hastily.

Something told L'gan now would be a good time to shut up, so he wisely closed his mouth and waited for Alesia's response. He had been unable to gauge whether she truly liked him as a person so far. If she wanted a purely business relationship, he would promptly return to his lodgings. Many Weyrleader couples functioned perfectly well without any personal connection, he told himself.

Alesia listened intently to what the man was saying, somewhat relieved that he had no prior attachments. That would at least give her more options in how she could relate with the man. She chuckled though at his question, smiling as she shook her head and continued to listen to him. As boistrous bronzerider began to joke about her quarters, she found it amusing as well, though there was mild frustration at his lighthearted attitude to a more serious issue, she was able to take it with a pinch of salt. Mouth opening, she was stopped short before she could automatically correct him that she in fact had Iolath, but the dragonrider corrected himself. This of course, pleased the Weyrwoman greatly. Yes, he was a dragonrider, he knew how it was, and that companionship alone eased Alesia just a bit.

"L'gan.." She had to search for his name for only a breath before she recalled it. "I'm not expecting some firelizard's tale of a lovestory here. We both know that this doesn't happen every queenflight. We were most certainly told this during weyrlingood." Feeling awkward, she fiddled with the cloth of the shirt she still held. She hadn't put it on yet, feeling almost resentful to put the cloth on and hide herself away before her insecurities were addressed. "But regardless of this, I don't want to be seperated needlessly if we aren't tied down to another."

L'gan nodded as she spoke, relieved that she didn't intend to kick him out of her quarters as soon as he was able to find what remained of his clothing. He certainly wasn't naive enough to believe they would wake up in love, but he enjoyed Alesia's company very much. Intelligent, strong willed women weren't an oddity in any Weyr, but perhaps due to Behemath's attachment to Iolath, L'gan felt strangely drawn to Alesia. She was intriguing, and whether or not their friendship would bloom into something more, he was determined to perform his new duties as Weyrleader to the fullest, and to do that would require a close working companionship. "Well then, it's settled! I'll stay here until you're sick of me. I'll worry about moving my stuff later."

Alesia gave a warmhearted smile, giving the man an experimental good-natures smack on the arm. "Not tired of you yet. You've made a woman of me, and I wasn't even in enough of my right mind to remember much of it." Though a blush surged onto her features, she managed a rather suggestive expression before having to stifle a giggle.

A soft cheep would be uttered from the foot of a bed, where a young gold sat, the tiny, frail ghost of a thing looking quite sickly, but if anyone had seen the ethereal creature when it was first hatched, they would think it looked a hundred times better since the creature was actually mistaken for dead. Alesia looked toward it with curiosity, feeling almost awkward that the creature had sought her out. The Weyrwoman wasn't even sure if Impression had been made on her with how sick it had been, but now it crawled towards her, offering her forearm that held a small message on it. Meekly, the gold offered a warped mental image of Ratina, and stressed feelings of how she had been berated by the woman's gold to send the message. Gingerly she took the message off the gold's forearm to read it, and the gold promptly began to snuffle around in the blue shirt she set down, being a typical curious baby firelizard.

"Hm." Alesia murmered. "It seems the dragonriders are holding a party this evening.. finally happy Iolath rose, I suppose. Do you want to go? I suppose we should make an appearance, and get something to eat.. we missed dinner"

L'gan raised an eyebrow and grinned. "Can't remember it? We'll have to remedy that later!" The cheep then drew his attention, as well as that of his own ever-inquisitive and irrepressible firelizard, who fluttered over to examine the gold from L'gan's shoulder. The bronzerider winced as claws dug into his shoulder a bit too tightly, then leaned over to read the message Alesia held.

With a mock long-suffering sigh, L'gan nodded his assent. "I suppose we should show up, seeing as how they're celebrating us." He paused. "As long as we come back here soon, that is!" Throwing back the bedfurs, he began to search for his clothing that had been shed in such haste only hours earlier. Behemath assisted him every now and then until L'gan stood fully dressed and ready to make an appearance to the rowdy riders down in the Caverns. He moved back to the bed where the gold was still waiting. "And who is this? You seem to have a penchant for golds, m'lady." He smiled and offered his hand for inspection to the newborn firelizard.

"Ah, this" Alesia eyed the gold herself with something akin to suspicion. "Remember that firelizard clutch we got in that was supposed to go to the Lord Holders, but was left out in the cold? Well, we didn't know if they were going to hatch or not, so I allowed some people to try for the little beasties. This one fell and smashed open, and we thought it was dead. Obviously not"

The pristine little firelizard, a whispy silvery gold hue, stretched her neck out daintily to sniff at L'gans hand, but turned back to the shirt in disinterest. Alesia chuckled, idly poking at the creature through the fabric to ilicit angry cheeps from the gold. Ah, such a cruel Weyrwoman! "I didn't think she would actually continue to stay bonded with me, since she's been here, there and everywhere, and under the care of the Weyrhealer as well. She's so tiny..." A frown traced across her brow, plucking the protesting beastie from the shirt, crooning softly to the creature to soothe it. "I named her Spindle" The Weyrwoman admitted, running a finger over the eyeridges of the beast. "I have a bronze too somewhere around here.. from a goldclutch in Tiazora.. he knows to stay out of my way; it's a miracle I can keep these little monsters attached to me with how little time I have for them."


(lol.. a post... about firelizards. Well, you got her started XD isn't she -mean- to them? lol)

((Lol, she could be worse. She could just chuck it across the room. Now THAT would be mean XD

And prom was last night, so I'm completely dead @_@ If you want to teleport Alesia and L'gan to the party, that's fine. If not, I'll try to get a post here tomorrow at the latest :)))