Awakening to truth (Lysita/F'mar)

[Lysita]

Kellerth's flight had gone well and she'd flown spectacularly before being caught by the experienced bronze Antagyth. Now, however, her rider was just beginning to stir the next morning. Lysita started to stretch while her eyes were still closed, but the feel of something warm pressed against her had her snapping her eyes open and looking over her shoulder.

F'mar, Antagyth's rider, was still asleep, his arm flung over her waist in a part protective, part possessive manner. The young girl carefully turned over to face the older man, the feel of his arm sliding against her skin as she turned caused goosebumps to erupt. It was somewhat disconcerting to feel so aroused by such an innocent slide of skin on skin. Yet she dismissed it, turning her attention to studying his face, the way the early morning light played over it's structure.

Faranth only knew where she got the courage from, yet she even reached out to touch his cheek lightly. A soft smile curved her lips as she studied him, the fact that she was now the Weyrwoman didn't even cross her mind. She just continued to look at him with that soft smile playing on her lips as Kellerth still slept curled with Antagyth.

[Bookworm]

The sunlight flickered across his face, dragging him slowly towards wakefulness. F'mar did not want to wake up. He felt warm and cozy and just...satisfied. But something was tugging at the back of his mind, and he knew it was important to wake. Blinking slowly, he opened his eyes to the light.

It took his brain a moment to register the fact that the woman hovering over him was not part of a dream. The whole Flight came back to him. Antagyth had won the Queen in an impressive chase. Of course, he and Lysita ended up together too. He remembered feeling so protective of the young Queenrider, but he hadn't expected that he would be the one who ended up with her.

"Good morning," he said, pushing himself up on his elbow. That was a start. He had won a few green Flights before, so at least he knew a little of the etiquette. It was Lysita's first time, though. Oh...first time for what? "Are you okay?" he asked nervously. He hoped that he hadn't traumatized her too much. First Flights could be intense.

[Lysita]

Lysita was still smiling when F'mar opened his eyes, deep blue eyes that made her feel as if she was drowning in them. The thought made her heart skip a beat, yet she was unable to pull her gaze away.

"I am fine F'mar, better then fine. A little sore maybe, but nothing I can't live with." She gave him a reassuring smile, his concern tore at her, made her want to soothe him. She slid her arms round him, resting her head against his chest. She wasn't sure why, but she wanted to feel the heat of his body, to hear his heart beating beneath her ear.

"F'mar, I..." She broke off, letting out a breath. Shards, she didn't even know what to say. Faranth! She didn't even know what she was feeling, why she wanted to be so close to F'mar, or even why she wasn't feeling embaressed by wanting to be close to him. Nothing was making sense. Then the realisation dawned on her and she pulled away from F'mar to sit and stare wide-eyed at the wall.

"I'm the weyrwoman. Faranth, I'm THE weyrwoman. I...I..." She allowed herself to flop back on the bed, her hair fanning out around her head. She was breathing fast, her heart racing with trepidation. Could she handle being the weyrwoman? If she was weyrwoman, that meant;

"You're the weyrleader!" She said, turning her head to face F'mar, her eyes were still wide with shock and a hint of fear.