NRPG:  Just to remind you, this is Chrysthal's first flight...

Bruteth and Chrysthal plummettted toward the ground, wrapped up in each 
other, screaming their passion.  And their riders embraced with equal 
passion.  K'leev and Merissa.

> He picked her up and carried her away from the crowds, to a place where
> they could be alone and undisturbed so their passion could be played out
> and ultimately satisfied. He was not aware of the fact that his only son
> stood watching them, heartbroken. Of course had he been aware he would have
> thought only that it served him right for thinking above his station.
> 
> ***
> 
> K'leev lay back, very satisfied with himself as he held the light weight of
> the queenrider in his arms. The dark mysterious young woman was definitely
> enchanting. He could see why Thorin would take an interest in her. However,
> the boy needed to learn his place. 
> 
> <Good show, Bruteth!>
> 
> <Yes it was, wasn't it,> came the satisfied voice of his black dragon as he
> lay curled up with the queen.
> 
> The woman snuggled into him and whispered, "Thorin," with a satisfied sigh.
> 
> K'leev laughed, "Hardly!" Merissa bolted up and looked at the older man in
> surprise. K'leev gave a wry grin as he took in the sight of her unclothed
> figure. "The father tops the son, wouldn't you say," he added, as he
> reached for her.

AIIYEEEEEEE!  Merissa screamed.  Her hand flashed out and slapped K'leev 
across the face, while the other hand grabbed at her robe that was tossed 
at the foot of the bed.  "what, how, why..??"  Merissa spluttered.  Then 
regaining some of her memory she shouted, "Get out!  Get out!  Get out!" 

K'leev looked stunned.  Then angry.  He shouted back, "you're a fool of a 
girl.  If you weren't the junior queen's rider I wouldn't have a thing to 
do with the likes of you."  He stood and reached for his clothes that had 
been scattered haphazardly around the room, fallen as they'd been torn 
off in the heat of the dragon-induced passion.  He stalked to the door, 
muttering, "maybe she deserves a looser like him!" slamming it as he left.

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Merissa sat, stunned.  <what have you done, Chrysthal?>  But her dragon 
didn't answer--sleeping wrapped around the warm, black dragon Bruteth.  

What have I done?  Merissa thought to herself.  She remembered Trinale's 
words as the passion had come upon her.  But there was little comfort in 
them.  It was not okay.  She felt dirty, and the words of her mother 
came back to haunt her.  She was nothing.  She could not do anything 
right.  How could she have let *that* awful man touch her, much less 
have sex with him!?  She felt the hot tears run down her face....

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Merissa ventured out for an early dinner, having missed lunch 
completely.  She only grabbed a plate and headed for a quite corner.  She 
ate quickly, and vowed to return to her quarters as quickly as possible.  

She had looked for Trinale, but had been told that he was away with a new 
dragon rider, Pa'gan.  She really wanted to talk to her, but thought it 
would probably have to wait.  Oh, Thorin.  What had she done to him?  He 
was no where to be seen.  Not that Merissa really had any desire to see 
him, or for that matter anyone.  Just better to finish her meal quickly.

However, as she sat there eating, an older man came in with his son.  He 
looked familiar...it couldn't be?  Yes, as soon as he began to speak she 
was sure it was, Terau!  She hadn't seen the old, blind bard since she was 
a young girl.  He had taught her an old ditty that she hadn't realized 
was actually quite lude until many years later--no wonder everyone had 
laughed when she sang it as a little girl.  Ah, but she had fond memories 
of him...

He was eating with a boy.  Merissa wondered whom he was, and decided to go 
over and re-introduce herself.

She snuck up to the table, silently.  Standing directly behind him she 
began to sing...

"There was a young woman from Gat
Who sat on a gentleman's hat
He started to rise
When he looked in her eyes
Because his hat was on top of his lap"

"Merissa, is that you??"  Old Terau bellowed!

Laughing, Merissa helped the old man up, and hugged him tightly about the 
neck.  She felt like a little girl again.  

"How are you m'dear?"  Terau beamed.  "My you have grown."  He'd noticed 
the swellings and curves that hadn't been there the last time they had met.

Teleran sat there open mouthed.  Oh, no, "18 maybe 20, Da" he whispered, 
and Terau just laughed all the harder.  He managed to fumble out the 
chair next to where he'd been sitting, offering the seat to Merissa.

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Tag Mia
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Submitted by:
Arlene (aka Merissa of White River Warren junior queen rider of Chrysthal)