Looking for a Rock(Tag K'bay)

[lithle]

L'vey didn't like flightlust. He didn't like flightlust when it was Faeth flying, when it was something happening for reasons he understood, an unfortunate necessity. He liked it less when golds flew, when the lust was something outside, invasive, coming in and trying to worm in under his self control.

This was worse. This was worse and more than worse. It wasn't that L'vey wasn't aware of the breakout. He was. Later, he'd even be devastated by the knowledge of what was going on. Later he would mourn, would examine his beliefs, would sit in silent contemplation of where he'd gone wrong and what might be done about it.

Later.

Now, L'vey was simply focused inward, focused on the self-control and stark lifestyle he'd chosen for himself, was desperately trying to reaffirm his unwillingness to deviate from the simple path he'd found to follow. He would not let the thoughts that filled his mind, the need/want/crave that had wormed in from the outside to have control.

He would not be of that kind.

He was near his Weyr, located as it was among all the rider's weyrs, and the breakout had brought few criminals running in exactly his direction. They had other goals. The runners. Escape. Soon, he meant to get in the sky and give chase. Faeth had not been goaded into a flight of her own and he would do his part.

But first, he needed to clear his head enough to fly without running into all the other dragons and riders crowding the skies. He needed to be himself. He leaned against Faeth, breathing in slow, controlled breaths. His eyes were on the sky, on the vague shadows of dragons in flight. Iiateth was up there. Iiateth and Sheraz, his students, were somehow causing this. Poor boy. He tried to cling to that thought. How bad must it be for him?

[giftwrapped]

Oh Faranth.

Ohhhhh Faranth.

Lillath, babe, what the shards is going on?

From her place curled in bed (Faranth, a real bed! Finally out of the bunks of the barracks and into a proper weyr where she didn't have to worry about anyone but herself - and right about now, she knew precisely the kind of worrying she intended to do), K'bay twitched awake, opening one eye and trying her hardest to focus through the haze of sex sex sex sex that seemed to be surrounding her. wanted nothing more than

Iiateth is Rising....other greens are - Maeth is flying. Do you want I should -

Honey, you're a green. You don't need to pretend to be something you're not. I'll get on just fine here.

And that was all that was said for a time. Busy silence passed between dragon and rider, K'bay dealing with the Flightlust as best she could - until a shriek of pain startled both and Lillath's attention shifted drastically, head lifting abruptly. She bugled, a harsh, desperate sound, and K'bay scrambled back to reality. What is it baby?

K'bay. K'bay, now's the chance! We need to go. Now, while there's time!

..........the breakout. Shards, she had heard the whispers by chance, planned for the off-chance that this day would come, but - she never thought it really would. Not in a million turns -

Not much time, come on!

She was out of bed in a heartbeat, pulling on clothes, stuffing what she could in a bag. There wouldn't be time for straps, would there? No, no time, she'd need to hold on and pray - oh Faranth there was no time for this! She got out somehow, arms full of everything, panting against the heaving lust in her stomach - she all but collapsed against Lillath, noting that the green's eyes were whirling violet and yellow. "Now or never," she gasped, tossing the straps haphazardly over Lillath while the green fidgeted, eyes to the sky.

Now or never.

Bags over her shoulders and straps half-done, Lillath ran while K'bay jogged alongside her, doing up straps as quickly as she could on foot. They were half-done, perhaps, K'bay preparing to vault at the run and take to the sky with the outlaws, when a familiar grey-green shape caught her attention. For a moment, the pair skidded to a stop, stopping just before Lillath found herself nose-to-nose with the Weyrlingmaster's dragon. Faeth and L'vey.

.......Shards.

"L'vey - Weyrlingmaster - I -"

[lithle]

For a moment, L'vey did not know what to think. He saw K'bay, he saw Lillath and the only thought that struck him through the hazy pressure of desire was how odd it was for her to be carrying around a bag of things to go chasing the outlaws. And he should tell her not to go, that the sky was too dangerous, to chaotic for anyone to try to catch a prisoner on the wing.

For a moment, yes, that was his thought.

And then, as things became clearer, he still wasn't ready to believe that she was doing anything wrong. Why would K'bay leave? Why would she join the prisoners? It was so outlandish that his mind simply refused to latch onto the idea, refused to take the two of her rush and the two of her having packed and turn it into the four of her escape.

"K'bay," and at first that was all he said. Not sure of what he was seeing, he was left not knowing what to ask. His voice was soft and kind as ever, but it shook slightly. "Things are-- dangerous. You'd be safer in your Weyr, I think."

And then, Faeth, who was too stubborn to be as befuddled as her rider, began to speak. And just what do you ladies think you're doing? she asked, her voice resonate and powerful despite her small size and apparent fragility. If you think I'm going to let two of my girls run about at all hours, you still have lessons to learn! Now, explain this nonsense. You're good girls and I expect you to behave like good girls.

[giftwrapped]

Shards, fardles, fuck, what were you supposed to do in a case like this?

Nobody's ever set the precedent.

Lillath's voice was soft in the greenrider's head, and as K'bay stared at L'vey, expression one of mingled horror and the fierce desire to get away as quickly as possible, Faeth's voice bloomed in her head. She started a bit, as did Lillath, and the pair shared an uneasy glance before K'bay took a deep breath, burying her hands in Lillath's harness and shaking her head. "I...Weyrlingmaster, I'm sorry," she said, barely more than a whisper. She was not Lillath, equipped to talk people around and make things better. And though K'bay almost never apologized...in a case like this, there was no choice. She did not regret her decision, but she knew it was going to kill the Weyrlingmaster inside.

L'vey and Faeth, who had been nothing but good to her, who had taught her everything she knew. Who had trusted the prisoner weyrlings so blindly, and now...Faranth, she was throwing it all in his face. "It's not your fault, Weyrlingmaster," she said abruptly, and with a jump, swung astride Lillath. "But this is something I have to do."

Faeth, Lillath said, and nothing more. A single, mournful note. No apology would help the situation, and the dragon had no use for empty words. She crooned softly, and the pair glanced at L'vey and his green one more time. But they had planned for this day, and nothing was going to stop them. It wasn't the fault of anyone at Warden's. It was just...something that needed to happen. Otherwise, K'bay knew she would never felt like she had lived. And Lillath felt the same.

Neither of them said good-bye. But Lillath threw her wings wide and that was that.