Green, With Envy
Dragonsfall Weyr
Amber Hills Hold
Vintner Hall
Healer Hall
Hidden Meadows
Dolphin Cove Weyr
Dolphin Hall
Emerald Falls Hold
Harper Hall
Printer Hall
Green Valley Hold
Leeward Lagoon Hold
Barrier Lake Weyr
Sunstone Seahold
Citrus Bay Hold
Writers: Iluva, Sia
Date Posted: 5th December 2025
Characters: L'kav, M'thos
Description: Feyonth is jealous that someone else has L'kav's attention. Fianwyth doesn't get it.
Location: Dragonsfall Weyr
Date: month 10, day 11 of Turn 12
Notes: Mentioned: Pesrath, Ghraisath, Kyverth
Feyonth grumbled and growled in stubborn protest, but L'kav was still busy. She had pulled out most of her stops by now; anything to get him to either come out here or leave them even for a moment, and to her intense chagrin even her intense chagrin couldn’t coax him away from his guests. Not even for a moment.
This wasn’t what she’d agreed to.
Earlier that day when her darling rider first told her he'd be having company, she had begrudgingly accepted that he and his little rider pal - ugh, probably Pesrath's again - would be occupied together as they often were and that she'd unfortunately have to feel and hear things she would almost certainly be better off not experiencing at all, but usually tolerated (for his sake).
But then a second dragon landed on her ledge.
And Feyonth's eyes whirled suspiciously, quickly on the brink of fury.
Then the noise grew so loud and so constant that even her hissing couldn't cut into the depraved depths of their weyr. The _audacity_ to do it all literally behind her back, and worst of all - all while she tried to nap!
Feyonth was gripped by a cold rage. She shook L’kav’s thoughts like unholy thunder through the forest’s leaves, just to hammer her feelings on this matter in a little more for him. He reached clumsily, half-heartedly, pacifyingly through their link, but that just disgusted her all the more.
Ugh. She dropped from her ledge like a stone.
At least as she angled for the Star Stones, it was mercifully free of any stupid males. Just a few other greens of fine sense and sensibility such as herself. Thank the golden mother Faranth herself. Feyonth landed in a right huff, the red in her eyes blazing raging hot.
}:Hello Fianwyth.:{ She grumbled in greeting, mantling her wings and sighing with relief.
}: Hello Feyonth, darling. :{ Fianwyth greeted, bobbing her head and shuffling a little to give her friend space next to her. }: What has you so upset today?:{
The other green settled in gratefully, crossing her front paws with all the elegance of a sledgehammer. }:Mine.:{ She answered sourly, }:Again.:{
}: Oh, my. :{ Fianwyth said diplomatically. She didn't understand that feeling, as she had made a perfect choice at her own Impression and never remembered ever feeling so mad at her own rider. But Feyonth was irritated by hers often enough that it was easy for her eyes to whirl that gently concerned shade. }: What has that boy done now? :{
}:What he usually does.:{ Feyonth replied without missing a beat. She had suffered this feeling often enough (and offered enough half-hearted attempts at appeasement, like it was all quite routine) to have a vague sense of ‘usually’ about this.
}:He keeps having ‘friends’ over. Though if I ever did that with friends, I'd have to rise almost everyday to keep up.:{ The look Feyonth gave her fellow green said everything. }:Don't get me wrong, I like that he knows how to enjoy himself. He is a very lovely male and he deserves to feel good. But with so _many_ of them? And so loudly?:{ - and most importantly without _her_?
}: Let the poor thing have his fun. :{ Fianwyth said. }: They don't enjoy lying in a sunbeam as much as we do, and they need to get that feeling somewhere.:{ That was, at least, how she could best understand the feeling of contentment and warmth afterwards.}: Imagine if he just had one, and you had to share your ledge with them. :{
}:Oh, he has plenty of his fun, Fianwyth. Trust me.:{ Feyonth said with a brief traitorous wave of affection for the man, immediately reverting back to her grousing, }:But there must be other times and other places than our weyr, surely. I can't close my ‘ears’ to their noise and there is such good light down there.:{ She let out a soft, forlorn huff. }:How do you and that bronze do it?:{
}: Well, their partner's weyr is an option.:{ Fianwyth offered. }: A storeroom, the baths…an office. :{ She sifted through her rider's mind like a bored Lady Holder flipping through a book, retreating only when he noticed her curiosity. }: How do we do what, darling? :{
Startlingly, Feyonth was hit with an eye-opening realization of just how lucky she might actually be. She never thought of it as being a real possibility, but she could be in a situation where her rider -- in this case taking a mate and forcing her share a ledge -- betrayed her, too. No attention. Nonstop noise. Possibly all day. Feyonth cocked her head to the side, as if only just noticing the title of the book in her friend's lap. A tone more morbidly curious than irate now. }:How do you put up with all the noise and the… _men_?:{
}: So many men. :{ Fianwyth agreed, almost sadly. Every so often she asked her rider if they'd ever considered having more littles (girls), and each time she was met with incredulity and humour. }: But it's nice to be a lady among gentlemen. Sometimes they need a little nudge, but mostly I just let it all happen. It's sweet to watch them bumble.:{
The other green let that sink in.
Let them. Let them play, bumble. Make their annoying noises.
… Was Fianwyth serious? Feyonth hoped to the stars Hers wouldn’t, regardless of the arrangement apparently working for Fianwyth's. And Ghraisath's. A lady among gentlemen. Among blues. Browns. Bronzes. What was the exact appeal? Or was it more that sort of environment? }:That sounds… interesting. I suppose I _could_ talk to a few of them a little more. They’re not jabbering idiots all the time..:{
}: They aren't, though that's the part I find endearing.:{ Fianwyth said. }: They're stupid, but that's just in their nature.:{
Reluctantly, the lines of Feyonth's arrow-shaped head fell on a big, muscular brown. Ew. No. Not that one. Then, the whirl of her eyes flared, and her wings nearly unfurled themselves, and she almost had to laugh to herself, at herself for being this silly. }:You know, I think you’re right. I should at least give them another try.:{ she crooned, feeling emboldened, clear-eyed, at ease.
}: Yes, you should.:{ Fianwyth agreed, though she wasn't entirely sure that was what she meant.
And when the particular bronze Feyonth eyed was free she crashed after him, laser focused. A shy, sensual curve finding her neck, she looked over his shining hide. }:Hi, Kyverth.:{ She said, mindvoice bubbling uncharacteristically bright as a sharp tendril of panic shot through L’kav. }:You are looking _very_ well. In the mood for a little company?:{
Last updated on the December 20th 2025