Scene: Wynn's and Evelle's apartment
 
        Evelle lay comfortably in bed, sighing contentedly.  The meal 
had been wonderful, and the company even moreso.  She hadn't realized 
her passion for her mate.  She knew that it was deep, but not this 
deep.  She couldn't imagine what would have happened had Wynn and the 
others not arrive to rescue her.  Couldn't imagine what Roland would 
have done to her.  No, she had to correct herself.  She could imagine 
all too well what the twisted man had intended, and it sent a cold 
shiver down her spine.
 
        She smiled as her mate knelt upon the bed beside her.  His 
presence reassured her, made her feel so safe.  She shivered 
involuntarily and shifted closer to Wynn.  He shifted over her still 
clothed form, lying comfortably on top of her.  Evelle smiled again, his 
weight comfortable upon her.  "I love you."  She said quietly, gazing up 
into his dark eyes.  She felt that she could lose herself if she looked 
too long into his eyes, and made no attempts to look away.  To lose 
herself was just what she wanted to do.  To be with him only, no one 
else, nothing to ruin such happiness.
 
        He shifted slightly upon her, and she felt something cool 
pressed gently against her lips.  "Open wide, love."  Wynn cooed.
 
        Evelle opened her mouth slowly, unsure and yet anxious.  A 
small, nearly round object plopped into her mouth, and she bit 
instinctively.  Her smile broadened as the object burst tastefully in 
her mouth.  "Mmmm, grapes."  She purred.
 
        "Indeed."  Wynn smiled back, gazing lovingly down upon his 
mate.  "Another one?"
 
        "Please, kind sir."
 
        Another cool grape entered her mouth, and she ate it slowly, 
relishing the flavour as it burst again within her cheeks.  She giggled, 
finally managing to swallow it.  "Shall I peel them for you?"  He asked.
 
        "Whatever have I done to deserve such service?"  Evelle said, 
arms snaking up around Wynn's neck.  She adored being this close to him, 
where he could be himself and smile.
 
        "I want to pamper you, my Princess.  A reward for being so 
beautiful."
 
        "Mmmmmmm, I can think of other ways to be pampered other than 
grapes, my Prince."  She gave a mischievious smile, one that Wynn was 
beginning to know quite well.  Evelle reached out with her hand, soon 
finding the bunch of grapes Wynn had brough with him.  She plucked one 
off, placing it seductively upon her chest, just at the rise of her 
breasts where the bedsheet barely covered her.  Wynn's head bent down, 
mouth encircling the lone grape, lips pressing against her chest.  
Evelle closed her eyes, a contented sigh escaping her.  His lips felt so 
good against her skin; so warm and comforting.  He kissed her chest, 
lips pressed to her cleavage, warm breath caressing her skin.  His 
tongue brought the grape into his mouth, brushing ever so lightly across 
her skin.  Evelle cooed.  He kissed her chest again before raising his 
head and crushing the grape between his teeth, a satisfied smile upon 
his face.
 
        Evelle reached over and plucked another grape, bringing it back 
over her chest.  With her same smile, she placed the grape further down 
between her firm breasts, underneath the covering blanket.  She glanced 
back up to her love.  His lips pressed gently to hers, and she felt her 
passion rise.  She needed him now, against her as he was, to know he was 
really there.
 
        Wynn's lips parted from hers, and soon pressed against her 
collarbone, where the two bones met at the base of her neck.  She bent 
her head back to accept his kiss.  So gentle against her, he always 
seemed to know what she wanted, what she needed.  A hand brushed across 
her breast, raising a quickened breath, and she felt the blanket slowly 
glide across her breasts.  His lips moved downwards slowly, brushing 
gently across her chest and in between her supple breasts.  His mouth 
surrounded the rogue grape, tasting her slightly salty skin.  Wynn took 
in the grape, munching slowly as his lips continued to taste the woman 
beneath him.  She had never felt so aroused by him, so enraptured by his 
gentle touch.  Her eyes closed dreamily, breath coming in short quiet 
gasps.  She could hardly breathe, her heart beating so fast.  How she 
wanted him.  "Please Wynn."  She murmured, ever so softly.
 
        He made no reply, but his hand continued downwards, slowly 
pulling the sheet down to her waist.  His lips kissed one breast, then 
the other, long smothering kisses.  Wynn's kisses went back to her first 
breast, a gentle one just touching her nipple.  She whined softly in 
pleasure.  His mouth opened and he kissed her breast again, lips 
surrounding her now very sensitive nipple.  She gasped aloud, pressing 
upwards into his kiss.  She moaned pleasurably as his tongue tantalized 
her beyond imagination.  Evelle pressed her whole body against her love, 
rubbing against him as he suckled her.  She found herself shaking with 
need, her whole body shivering in ecstasy at just his touch.  
 
        His hands traced lightly up her sides, one hand gliding over her 
opposite breast, carressing it before continuing it's journey across her 
body.  Evelle's body shuddered uncontrollably, gasps escaping between 
heavy breath.  Never had she felt this, her body electric to his every 
touch, the previous times he had been with her paled to this feeling she 
had now.  Even his warm breath against her skin sent rocketing shivers 
throughout her body.  She felt a cool touch on her belly, and realized 
that she had placed another grape upon her body, resting at her navel.  
It did not escape Wynn's attention, and his lips left her tender breast 
somewhat reluctantly, edging down her ribcage, pressing tiny kisses 
against her body.  His hand fondled her other breast gently, then 
continued down her body, trailing goosebumps as his fingers traced down 
her body.  He swallowed the third grape, lips kissing her soft yet firm 
stomach. 
 
        His hands fell upon the blanket that still covered her waist, 
and he pulled the sheet further down, revealing her naked form beneath.  
His hands carressed her, lips kissing her hips.  Her legs whispered 
open, desiring his touch against her.  She gasped again as she felt him 
against her, her breath coming in short pants.  Her whole body shook, 
she was lost to his touch.  She was his, for him to do as he pleased.  
She could not stop him, would not.  She groaned again, hips raising off 
the bed.  He moved along her body, lips brushing her breasts again as he 
rose.  Her arms and legs wrapped around him, not letting him go.  She 
cried aloud as he pressed against her, her whole body quivering.  His 
lips fell upon hers, fingers stroking her hair, strewn about her head in 
a wild display.  She moved against him, lost to the pleasure that 
surrounded her, that filled her being.  Moaning, she lost conscious 
thought, moving against him as he moved against her.  Her whole body was 
sesitive, feeling every part of him that touched her.  Her breath came 
in short gasps, shaking ecstatically before crying out loud.  "Wynn!"
 
Scene: The funeral
 
        Wynn held an arm around Evelle, holding her to him.  He knew the 
memories this funeral would bring back, and offered what support he 
could.  The funeral was quiet and sad, all were going to miss 
Al'dairan.  As the mourners began to depart, Wynn watched.  He had been 
out of touch with his Wing of late, and he hoped to change that.  He had 
heard of Almiron's little triangle with Darlea and Salinda, and Wynn 
cast a glance in the Flightleader's direction.  He talked briefly with a 
few of the others, and made his way back towards the Warren proper.
 
        Wynn soon found himself in the grip of Kalera, Evelle's mother 
hugging him tightly.  "Thank you ever so much for bringing Evelle back 
home."  She said, nearly in tears.
 
        "It ... it was no problem.  I couldn't let her just be taken."
 
        V'reden patted Wynn firmly on the shoulder as Kalera turned to 
her daughter.  "You did a fine job, Wynn.  Thank you."
 
        "I love Evelle, I would do anything to keep her safe."
 
        "I know son, I know."
 
        Kalera turned back to Wynn.  "You are Evelle's mate and love, 
and you make her very happy, Wynn.  But you are also truly a son to us."
 
        Wynn swallowed hard.  He realized just how lucky he was to have 
found Evelle, and to be so accepted and loved by her family.  He smiled, 
and hugged Kalera back.
 
Scene: A secluded glen, the next day
 
        He fell to the ground, pulling her down with him.  Clothes 
removed without thought, flesh against flesh.  She pressed hot lips 
against his, eager, frantic.  Hands snaked down his body, touching, 
arousing.  Lips met again in a breathless kiss.  His own lips tasted her 
flesh, tracing across her body.  She pulled herself against him, a 
pleasurable moan escaping her.  Her legs twined around his, hips pressed 
hard against each other.  She leaned down, pressing herself against him, 
breasts hard against his chest, lips upon his neck.  He enveloped her 
small body in his arms, one hand tangled in her hair.  She moaned into 
his mouth, both lost to the Dragon passions that filled them.  A name 
she moaned that he did not hear.  Gasps erupting into a cry.  She 
settled upon him for a moment, quiet, heavy breathing but still the 
passion flowed through them.  He turned her over, lips upon her body, 
her hands exploring his muscled frame.  She accepted him again, needing 
him, the passions demanding such.  Together the two bodies entwined, 
knowing only the pleasure they gave to each other.
 
Scene: Warren Green
 
        Thoseth landed gently upon the ground, Lisell glancing about the 
Warren.  It hadn't changed much, though she had feared that the recent 
earthquake would have damaged it.  But a quick look told her that the 
Warren was barely touched, or at least not enough to have caused much 
damage.  Lisell dropped to the ground, patting her dragon's neck 
gently.  Not many people were about, though, which was strange for the 
time of day.
 
        <Will you be needing me?>  Thoseth asked, wings flapping 
restlessly behind her.
 
        Lisell glanced to her dragon.  <I shouldn't, where are you 
going?>
 
        <I thought I would hunt, and then visit with Dencia.  She seems 
much happier than she was.>
 
        Lisell sighed.  <Well, I suppose that is good news.  Do you 
think Salinda will join back up with the Wing?>
 
        <I cannot say.  Even is she does, I am not sure that her heart 
would be in it.>
 
        <Well, if I need you, I will call.>
 
        Thoseth lowered her head and nuzzled her rider.  Then with a 
strong wind, lifted herself into the air, flying upwards to the Warren 
apartments.
 
Scene: A secluded glen
 
        Wynn awoke with a comfortable weight upon him.  It was bright 
out and he kept his eyes closed.  On top of him, another breathed softly 
in rhythm to his own breathing.  But the weight was wrong.  He opened 
his eyes and saw the golden hair of the woman upon him, and realization 
sunk in.  Malekith had won Kaeryth.  His heart sank, knowing now that he 
had just mated with the Dragonlady, Christalla.
 
        How could this have happened?  His love was for Evelle, and only 
her.  But now another woman lay in his arms, sleeping peacefully, naked 
upon him.  And to top it off, it was Christalla.  Wynn felt a deep pit 
of dread form in his stomach, and he shifted uncomfortably beneath the 
Dragonlady.
 
        Christalla stirred, murmuring under her breath before awakening 
more fully.  She shifted gently, her breasts grazing across his chest.  
He felt arousal stirring within him, for though she was older, 
Christalla was still a rather young woman, and an attractive one at 
that.  Immediately Wynn felt ashamed of his interest.  How could he 
think of such things.  Well, he knew how, but his love, his loyalty, was 
to Evelle.
 
        Wynn was scared.
 
        It took him a moment to realize that Christalla had risen, 
gathering her clothes.  She was quiet, quickly dressing, but Wynn felt 
that he couldn't let it just go at that.  "Dragonlady ... Christalla ..."
 
        "What happened?  Alanth always wins Kaeryth."  She said, more to 
herself than to Wynn.
 
        "Not this time, I'm afraid.  How am I going to explain this to 
Evelle?"  Wynn replied, though just as much to himself.  He pulled on 
his pants, wanting to cover his nakedness.  "If it's worth anything, I'm 
sorry for this happening.  Evelle had told me of the troubles you and 
M'ressan seemed to be having ..."
 
        "Can't hide a thing from that girl."  Christalla said, 
tightening the blouse around her.  "Oh Wynn, it's not your fault, or 
mine.  It's the way things happen at a Warren."
 
        Wynn refused to be so easily consoled.  "Maybe for you, 
Dragonlady, but this is new to me.  New and strange."
 
        Christalla paused a moment.  Then she knelt down beside the 
young Wingleader, offering him his shirt.  She helped put it on him 
while she talked.  "I can still remember finding you, what has it been, 
five years ago?"
 
        "Six."  Wynn corrected, pulling his shirt closed, doing up the 
buttons.
 
        "I had thought that maybe I was wrong about you, it took so long 
for you to join.  A respected Wingleader, a mate who loves you dearly.  
You're very lucky, Wynn.  What happened here is a natural process.  
There is no shame in it.  Is our way of life still so alien to you?"
 
        Wynn was silent, thoughts reverberating in his head.  "No ... 
yes ... Sometimes.  I've lived here six years, and you would think I 
would be used to everything by now.  Evelle's parents, they've had 
different partners over the years.  But ... I don't know."  He said 
finally, unable to organize his thoughts well enough.
 
        Christalla smiled.  "That should be proof enough for you, Wynn.  
Kalera and V'redan couldn't be more in love with each other.  The mating 
flights have not destroyed what they have together."
 
        "But this Warren was their home too.  No matter how close they 
have been to me, I wasn't born here, I wasn't raised here.  I don't have 
your values.  I don't think I would have had them even if I was born 
here."  Wynn said bitterly.  Somewhere deep inside, he felt pain.
 
        Christalla watched as he curled up slightly, his arms holding 
himself tightly.  She reached out, feeling him flinch slightly at her 
touch.  "Wynn, I don't know how else to explain it.  Despite our 
difference in age, I like to consider you a friend.  It hurt me when you 
pulled away from us here at the Warren.  I don't want you to pull away 
again, especially over this.  You don't have to.  No one will think less 
of you."
 
        "Except myself."  Wynn replied.  <Malekith, come here.>
 
        <*sigh* But Kaeryth's wing is so warm, with the sun shining 
down ...>  Malekith replied lazily.
 
        <Now.>  Wynn growled psychically, and Malekith said no more, 
realizing the mood his rider was in.  "I think I just need some time to 
think about all this."
 
        Christalla took a deep breath.  How to convince him?
 
Scene: Mess hall
 
        Though tired from her long flight, Lisell was more in the mood 
for food than rest.  It was between meals, so the hall was quite empty, 
only two others were there, besides the regular attendants and cooks.  
She didn't recognize the man who sat at one table, lazily munching on a 
sandwich, most likely from one of the other Wings.  The girl she 
recognized, however, the young acrobat, Briana.  She didn't know her all 
that well, but it would certainly be preferable to eating alone.  Lisell 
went over to her.  "Mind if I join you?"
 
        Briana looked up and smiled.  "Not at all.  Actually, I'm 
waiting for a friend of mine, but she hasn't shown up yet.  She got some 
good news ... well, maybe bad news, and I promised I'd meet her here.  
Where have you been, I haven't seen you in ages."
 
        "Long range patrol.  Wynn thought it best to see how far we 
could actually branch out.  If these wraiths are smarter than they have 
been, any advance warning we could get could help save scores of 
lives."  Lisell said, pouring herself a glass of water.  "Not sure how 
effective it is, I've been gone for four days now.  I've really missed 
the Warren."
 
        "Four days?  Then you've missed all of the excitement!"  Briana 
said, putting her fork down.
 
        "The earthquake?  No, that reached out to where I was.  Didn't 
know if it hit around here or not ..."
 
        "No, not that.  Roland escaped and he kidnapped Evelle.  Then 
Wynn organized a rescue party and dashed off after her.  It would be 
wonderful to have someone like that, wouldn't it?"
 
        "Wait-a-minute.  If Wynn left, who was in charge?"  Lisell 
asked.  The other Wings she knew were in disarray, their leaders 
recuperating within the Medical center.
 
        "Almiron was left in charge of things back here.  They weren't 
gone all that long, just after the earthquake, and then they reappeared 
back over the Warren."
 
        "Almiron?  But he was still recovering."  Lisell's brow 
furrowed.  "What was Wynn thinking?  What if an attack occurred.  Why 
didn't he have me come back?"
 
        Briana stared back at Gamma's Wingsecond.  "Ummm ... I don't 
know.  Things were pretty frantic with the escape and all ..."
 
        "But he's a Wingleader, he's the one who's supposed to be 
thinking during a crisis."  It was that Evelle, Wynn was usually so 
level-headed.  She sighed, wishing things could be different.  "Any idea 
where he is now?"
 
Scene: A farm
 
        The black dragon appeared over a large tree, limbs bare of 
leaves as they stretched upwards, almost as if reaching for the dragon 
above.  Wynn guided Malekith downwards, a lone figure standing near the 
house, staring upwards.
 
        Malekith landed gently to the ground, a respectable distance 
from the silent figure.  The man stood tall, with short black hair, 
tusseled in the breeze Malekith kicked up.  His face was long, with a 
black beard and mustache, flecked with gray.  His broad shoulders were 
barely contained within the jerkin he wore.  He stared back impassively 
as Wynn dismounted from his dragon.
 
        Wynn patted Malekith's nose, and slowly approached the lone 
figure.  He took a deep breath, licking his suddenly dry lips before 
speaking.  "Hello, father, I'm home."
 
NRPG: Whew!  A fine, long post.  Ideas just kept coming and I kept using 
them :)  Hoo-whee ... steam and angst, what a fun post! :)
 
I left openings for continued conversations if people feel up to them.  
I'm attempting to get back to interacting with more people again.  I got 
caught with just trying to keep up that I just stuck with the main plot.  
Hope I played the other characters all right, I'm a bit out of practice.
 
Wynn has gone home, but not for long.  I just want to get the post out, 
and give myself some time to think of what to write for it.  He's in a 
bit of a quandry about mating with Christalla.  He knows that it's 
acceptable, and yet there is a part of him that believes something is 
wrong.  Basically he is doing some soul-searching.
 
I also wanted to explain Lisell's absense (besides my not having the 
time to write for her as well), so here it is.  Kat: She'll be quite 
stunned to here of the mating flight news.

              />   Malekith and his boy Wynn 
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              \>   aka Christopher Ackney,
                       loviatar@interlog.com