*Belarade*

<Bel....I need to go see Britchie!  I promised him some time alone tonight...>

<Menia please!> Belarade rolled her velvety eyes behind her glasses, before letting them scan around her brother's apartment.  <We'll try to see them later...  *I* promised Ce'Lot I would check in on his sister.>

"The rooms are a mess..." Lecia offered as she followed after Bel into the living area.  

"Oh no..." Belarade waved her hand and smiled as she sat down.  "You should see mine..."

She laughed trying to put the girl at ease some, and couldn't help but notice how Lecia's eyes glanced towards the mouth of the cave periodically.

"Actually you know..." Bella started slowly.  "I came by just to see you..."

"To check up on me?" Lecia frowned and spat out quickly.

"No...No.." Bel shook her head emphatically.  "Not at all.  I just thought... well...I'm seeing your brother...and you're seeing mine... we haven't had much of a chance to talk."

<You are....seeing....Nuns?> Menia asked her.  <You mean mating..>

<Stop calling him that...> Belarade mentally sang to her dragon as she pasted a smiled on her face.  <And no...I meant seeing...>

<Well...you certainly are seeing all sides of him> Menia guffawed.

"I am glad that you stopped by..." Lecia nodded some and shifted on the overstuffed couch that ran along one wall of the cave.  "I've...been needing to talk to someone."

Belarade sucked in a deep breath slowly before letting it out.  Could what Ce'Lot suspected be true?  Surely not...  She could accuse her brother of most things....but not of hurting Lecia...  She couldn't...she wouldn't believe it.

"Well.." Bella nodded and swung her mane of red hair over to one shoulder before sitting back.  "I'm here...  You can talk to me."

Lecia nodded a little and fidgeted some more.  "I can't exactly talk to my mother about these things...and certainly not Nunlot," she snorted.  "I have to ask you though..."

Belarade smiled some, urging the girl to go on...or at least urging her on before the grin faded from her face over what the young girl blurted out next.

"Do you enjoy....the sex?"

"What?" Belarade was speechless.

"Do you like it...does it feel...good?" Lecia looked at her helplessly.  "I've always heard how wonderful it is...and I don't know... It's just not...  what I expected."

Bel cleared her throat and sat up some...  Ce'Lot would not believe this one.  "Well...Lecia..." she nodded.  "I do enjoy...it..."

"Maybe I'm doing something wrong...what do you do when he's on you like that?" Lecia tried to gesture with her hands to demonstrate, but Belarade reached out to still her, the dragonrider's face almost as red as her hair.

"He's not...always on me like that..." Bel managed to choke out.  What would Ce'Lot do if he knew she was in here talking to his sister about having sex with her brother...  Belarade shivered.

"He's not?" Lecia wrinkled her brow and looked perplexed.  

"No...and..." Belarade could barely make her mouth form her words.  "There are things...that...he...Ce'Lot...does for me...that...makes it good..."

The young blonde maintained her puzzled expression and Bel sighed before continuing on. 

"Sex....is a lot more than him just getting on top of you, Lish..." the Belarade  reached over and brushed some of Lecia's hair back behind her ear as she called the young blonde by the petname that the family had given to calling her.  "It's how he kisses you...how he touches you...the way he treats you....  Does that make sense?"

"I think so....I think.." Lecia nodded.

Belarade breathed a sigh of relief, glad that she had successfully managed to dodge some rather personal questions.

"Hey...wait a minute..." she frowned as she reached over for Lecia's arm.  "That's an awful nasty bruise...."

Belarade's forehead creased with concern and her brown eyes lifted from the bruise to rest on Lecia's face.

"It's nothing.." Lecia jerked her limb free from Bel's grasp and pulled her shirtsleeve down some more.  "It's nothing at all..."

Bella was going to readdress the purple mark when she heard the flap of wings towards the front of the cave.  

"It must be B'Lin...." Lecia smiled and rushed to greet him.

*B'Lin*

One more beer....  B'Lin thought drunkenly as he reached for the frosty mug, lifting it up in a halfway salute to the barmaid as he slipped off of his stool some.  

<I think we should be getting back to the warren..> Glay sighed wearily.  <I'm tired...and I want to go back to my own lair.>

<In a minute!> the dragonrider slurred back.  <I'm trying to finish my beer...can't I drink in peace!>

<No...you can not...and I'm sure you're little room mate is worried as well.  Remember what happened the last time you were gone all evening...  She let it slip to your mother...>

B'Lin groaned and stumbled towards the door of the bar.  <Yes Gods....mother gave me hell over that...>

<Well just remember that the next time you decide to stay away for the evening...> Glay helped his rider up onto his back before flapping his wings and taking off.  

<Fly around some before you take me back...let me sober up a little...> 

<Oh don't worry about that... Queri has just messaged me... The warren lady wishes to see you, and I definitely will not let you go in there with the smell of alcohol on your breath...> Glay snorted.

<Rhia?  Wants to see me?> B'Lin frowned as he ran his hands back through his hair some.  <Why?>

<Didn't say....  I've tried hard to keep you out of trouble as of late...>

<Maybe she's calling me in to offer me the alpha wingleader's position....>

Glay laughed.  <I highly doubt that, my rider...> 

With a last flap of gray wings, the dragon landed on the warren lady's ledge, crouching down low to let B'Lin descend from his back.  

"B'lin?" Rhia emerged from out of the back.

"Yes Rhia...it is I." B'Lin grinned and semi-bowed, remembering that woman couldn't see.  "You called for me?"

"Yes..." Rhia nodded.  "I need to speak with you regarding a few things that have come to my attention."

Respectfully Submitted,
B'Lin and Glay
Belarade and Menia
-Tracee Taylor-Schneider-
http://www.geocities.com/~_sierra_

"How could we forget those ancient myths that stand at the beginning of all races, the myths about dragons that at the last moment turn into princesses?
Perhaps all the dragons of our lives are princesses who are only waiting to see us just once beautiful and brave . . ."
- R.M. Rilke