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Dawn wasn't the greatest hour of the day at any time. Today, when it was freezing cold and pelting sleet and snow all over the place outside, M'rao was especially inclined to dislike it. She stood alone at the door of the barracks, running a hand viciously through her copper hair. Regardless of her ire, the icy weather continued, apparently quite happy to keep defying her wishes. It made the winglet grind her teeth impatiently. Personally, she didn't mind snow. But sleet was the most disgustingly cold invention the skies could possibly have come up with. It was even worse than hail. And, knowing this, the redhead wished she could kill it. It'd teach the miserable stuff a lesson - her anger was formidable, and oh, how she wished she could exercise it on the slush crashing from the sky!

Well, the air was the next best thing. Seiliph wasn't up yet, so M'rao headed back down the wide hall, and began to strike out wildly at the walls with hands and feet, needing something to keep her body occupied if her mind couldn't be. It was only after she landed a particularly vicious hit right on the stone of the wall that she gave up, hand throbbing where she'd struck her knuckles against the wall. God, did that hurt! Still, she felt better, and the proof of this was in the fact that she quietly reentered her room, and cast a cool glance over to T'ia, who was still sleeping. She barely knew her roommate, but that was okay with her. The other girl didn't pose any kind of a threat to her, though she might prove to be a useful pawn sometime. Perhaps, M'rao thought idly, I'll talk to her. Of course, first she had to wait for the other girl to wake up, but that wasn't much of a problem.

Seiliph would take care of that. She'd awakened when Hers entered the room, and she looked up with cranky dark eyes, slipping off the end of the bed (on which she habitually slept and crushed Hers' legs). She flicked her tail in annoyance, and stalked over to her bonded, shoving against her with one pea-green shoulder and walking in circles about her. Mine, Shovaph's tail is lying across the middle of the room, she informed hers loftily. Clearly this state affairs was completely unacceptable. And the tiny green proved it by walking away from M'rao, reaching out, and pushing Shovaph's tail away from her in disgust. Now it was just barely on the other side of the imaginary halfway line. Pleased by her work, Seiliph warbled to her rider, and then sat down to glare at the sleeping Shovaph and make darn sure she didn't cross over that line again. Did she not know that Seiliph deserved all the room in here anyway? Roommates were a silly invention. Especially when their stupid fat tails got into your space!

M'rao rolled her eyes at her simourv's irritation, and padded over to stand beside her, ruffling the chick's head feathers. Seiliph, you weren't even near her tail, she pointed out a little dryly. The green glared at her, hissing and pulling her head away to stalk one pace sideways and sit back down again. Well, I am now, and I'll bite it if it comes back over here. I don't see why we have to share our room, Mine. And don't ruffle my feathers! Snapping her beak in irritation, the green shook her head violently and then flicked her own tail neatly around her haunches. Noticing that she had settled on top of the imaginary halfway line, M'rao pointed it out. Seiliph looked at her blandly. My half is bigger, she informed her, and then went back to watching Shovaph and her tail for any sign of movement.

Smirking, the winglet, suffering from cabin fever and an irrational desire to annoy her simourv, walked over to Seiliph, and ran a hand backwards through the fledgling's feathers. Squealing in irritation, the green swiped at Hers with one foreleg, knocking the girl down before returning to her former position. Don't ruffle my feathers, she repeated, and M'rao, on the floor, laughed. Being knocked down didn't bother her, and she stood up, bending her head slightly to kiss the simourv's beak gently. Sorry, beautiful, she apologized a little insincerely. Keep watching Shovaph if you must. I'm getting properly dressed. With that, she approached the chest at the end of her bed and began picking out her clothes for the day - not that they'd be seen by anyone if this stupid sleet kept up. Still, it was something to do until the winglet figured out some kind of activity to occupy both her and Seiliph.

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[ooc | sorry it's so short! XD i'm tired and i suck!]

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Seiliph stood guard over her imaginary line, sitting there exactly on her side of it and flicking her tail restlessly back and forth. Her gaze was fixed immovably on Shovaph's tail; she hardly blinked for fear that it would twitch back to her half of the room. Only when Hers ruffled her feathers did she remove her gaze from her antagonist, and knocked M'rao over. It earned an insincere apology and a laugh from the girl, but the green wasn't paying attention anymore, too fixated on her sibling's emerald tail. She'd kill it if it moved; this was her half of the stupid room and she wasn't going to share it! Not with some stupid tail!

M'rao, on the other hand, was finding this rather funny. Picking up on the feelings of agitation drifting from her simourv, she glanced at the silent war going on at the other end of the room, and rolled her eyes. Having fun, Seiliph? she inquired a little snidely, and resumed choosing her outfit for the day. Into her mind came the cold response: Maybe. Holding in a laugh, the redhead stripped off her sleeping shirt. Just as she was lifting the new one over her head, she heard T'ia's deep, sleepy sigh, and idly glanced over. The older girl was watching her, but it didn't bother her in the least to be seen half-naked. With flawless composure she pulled her shirt on, and lifted a blonde brow. "Good morning," she greeted pleasantly, and proceeded to replace her comfortable shorts with daytime pants as well. Finished dressing, she just as calmly picked up her hairbrush and began to run it through her short red locks. "I hope you weren't going anywhere special today," she commented a little mockingly, "because it's sleeting outside. Utterly miserable storm, is what it is." Shrugging, M'rao kept brushing her hair, and then when she had all the tangles out, shook it out around her face, running her hands through the thick copper strands. Hmm. Maybe she'd have a bath today, since she had nothing else to do. Might as well be clean if she had to be trapped indoors. And perhaps, she thought with a touch of mischief, someone would be there to join her.

Her green, however, did not care about such things. She'd been watching Shovaph's tail this entire time, and the instant it flipped across her invisible line, Seiliph released a terrible scream of rage. Without any hesitation she crashed down on the other green's tail, digging into it with her talons and reaching down to bite viciously into the feathers. Her own pea-green feathers bristling, Seiliph screamed again and flared her growing wings, shrieking and shrieking in totally irrational fury. Wake up! she sent ringingly into her sibling's head, wake up and stop being such a fat lazy idiot! She didn't care that she was tiny in comparison to Shovaph; she wanted to kill her for invading her space. Wordless, pounding thoughts of rage exploded from her brain, and M'rao, standing by her bed, rolled her eyes. Shut up, Seiliph, she commanded, and the green rounded on Hers, hissing and brandishing her still-short horns. You shut up! She's on my half of the room and she'd better get off of it! Seiliph screamed, and whirled back to face Shovaph, clacking her beak in anger.

M'rao, thinking her simourv was being truly ridiculous indeed, summoned her considerable will and narrowed her storm-grey eyes, watching her bonded coldly. Stand down. You're a bright creature but you're acting like a fool. Quit being ridiculous, M'rao ordered. Under Hers' authority, Seiliph bridled and screamed again, filling the room with the cacophony of her rage. No-- she began, and then her rider strode across the room, ignoring the warning hisses and flailing wings, and stood immediately in front of her green, ignoring whatever Shovaph might be doing behind her. Shut up. Now. Locking eyes with the temperamental simourv, M'rao stared her down until her dark-eyed partner finally backed up half a step and snorted, folding her wings but keeping her feathers erect. Stupid Shovaph, she snapped, not caring who heard. If she could annoy the other simourv maybe something would at least come of being embarrassed by Hers. Stupid, stupid Shovaph and her stupid, stupid, ugly tail.

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[/i] Her mental shout was filled with concern above everything else, though it still proved enough to keep the prissy dwarf from lashing out at her sibling again once the other green whirled around to face off with her bonded. It didn't stop her from clicking her beak furiously back at the ugly creature.

With a stern glare, she was determined not to back down, even though it was truly improper for her to be standing up like this in the first place. She hissed in displeasure at the obnoxious screeching, but was shut up quite efficiently when a lithe body placed itself boldly between herself and her sister. Wide-eyed, she peered up at Seiliph's as the girl ordered the green down. Immediately, an expression of complete smugness filled up her features as she dropped her dull brown gaze, peering around a pair of strong legs at her clutchmate. She snorted at the flimsy insult thrown at her, snootily lifting her beak up into the air as she stood, turning away to walk off, making an exaggerated point of swishing her tail left and right as she went to settle down elsewhere. All was set right again, Seiliph had been put in her place and she could return to her slumber.

Throughout it all, T'ia could only sit there, covered in only a plain shift and the furs draped over her lap, lost and – sure, in a way, greatly amused. Reaching a hand up, she swiped her fingertips over one eye before brushing her hand through the curls of her hair. “Well, that's a way to wake up,” she muttered, leaning back and bracing herself up with one hand against the mattress, the other up still in her hair as she carelessly let her gaze drift around the room. Hopefully, this sort of thing would not become a routine.[/ul][/size]

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M'rao couldn't tell exactly what T'ia had said, but it sounded vaguely like 'g'morning.' Settling for that as an acceptable answer, the redhead calmly finished dressing. She noticed, idly, that when she noticed the sleet hammering down outside, her roommate automatically glanced up as if to see for herself. This made the winglet grin; not bothering to conceal her expression, she lowered herself onto the edge of her bed, idly brushing her hair. Seiliph was left to her own devices, and of course this proved to be a terrible mistake (at least, in anyone else's eyes it would have been).

A horrible scream split the air as the thieving dwarf crashed down on her sister's tail, wielding all the might her small body could grant her. Shovaph's shriek only served to enrage her more; with a savage hiss Seiliph rose half onto her hind legs, beating the air with her wings and lashing her tail. As soon as she came down a bite was aimed at her ear; she deftly flattened it against her head and lunged for her sister's chest, squealing in rage. Talons raked across the side of her head in mid-lunge; refusing to halt her attack, the green shrieked and extended her own claws, meaning to rip Shovaph's flesh from her bones. Unfortunately, she was stopped when M'rao's hard mental command brought her up short. Backing away with her wings fluttering in agitation, the green squealed and whirled on Hers, plumage puffing up so she looked twice as big as she normally did. This entire room should be mine! Why shouldn't I protect my HALF? she demanded, voice trembling in fury.

M'rao lifted a brow and cocked her head, waiting as Seiliph complained - at great length - about the idiocy and ugliness of her sibling. Standing there with arms crossed, she narrowed her eyes and finally cut her off with a command to shut up. The green did, and Hers immediately stepped forward, ignoring the squeal as Seiliph opened her jaws to snap at her. She slapped the pea-green muzzle, and pulled it down to her level, leaning down until her belly touched the simourv's nose. Shut up and stay that way. Shovaph was asleep. And while I admire your need to protect your half of the room, you could have just nudged her tail aside. Unsympathetic, the greenrider pushed down harder on her bonded's muzzle, forcing her to make eye contact.

Seiliph squealed and backed up, but didn't miss the opportunity to shove Hers down onto the floor. Though she didn't hurt her, the green hissed and backed up, beginning to pace restlessly down the room. Lengthwise, of course, so she could kill Shovaph if the stupid, fat fluffball so much as put her claw over Seiliph's invisible line. Watching as the other green stalked away to go lie down somewhere else, she shrieked and dug her claws into the ground, tearing at it as she began to move faster. Coward.

Meanwhile, M'rao pulled herself up off the ground, dusting off her rear as she stood up. The impact had done no worse than temporarily jarred her, and that was far from sufficient to even begin to bother her. Being the bonded of such a temperamental green hardly allowed any kind of whiny emotion; fortunately, the winglet didn't have much of that. She stretched, leaving Seiliph to stalk furiously up and down the room with her claws clicking endlessly on the floor. Sharing none of her simourv's irritation, M'rao cruised lazily over to drop back down on her own bed, crossing her legs and leaning back on her hands. "Isn't it? We've had a little storm in the room as well as outside it. I feel my morning is already complete." With a soft snort, the girl swung her legs up onto her own bed and flopped down, ignoring the blur that was her green stalking past. "I foresee many interesting mornings to come. Best tell Shovaph to keep her tail on that side of the room unless she wants to be woken up whilst being attacked again." Trademark cold smile playing across her lips, M'rao turned her head so she could see T'ia better, and cocked a pale brow, mischief flickering in her grey eyes. Obviously, she would almost like this to happen again.

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[/i][/color] She crooned back, her voice dripping like sweet poisoned honey, as if it could ever be possible to dress up her insult like something kind. It was designed to infuriate further; of course, with a spring wound so very tightly, anything she said or did would likely agitate. It felt good to hold such sway.

With a sleepy hum, T'ia dropped her hand out of her hair to brace it against the mattress as well, leaning back with bare legs outstretched and furs warmly wrapped about the limbs. Her dark eyes glittered as she watched M'rao slide back into her own bed, a smirk playing across her full lips as she chuckled. At the warning, she looked over to Sho as the orange-headed green continued to discreetly taunt the temper of her sibling, shaking her head with small scolding clicks of her tongue. “I think she likes the attention too much.” She returned accurately. 'Sho, cut it out.' The command was low, amusement lacing it, and the green merely huffed daintily before turning her head away to lay it down, closing her eyes in the effort to return to her slumber.

With a sharp exhale from her own nose, T'ia shook her head again, smirk pulling further at the corner of her mouth before she lifting a brow up to return her gaze to her roommate. “So does this war extend to us?” She questioned playfully, tilting her head coyly to the side. “Will I have to pounce you if you dare cross to my side of the room?” There was clear suggestion in her tone as her gaze sparkled and mischief painted her features. There were a great many things that would halt them from acting on such suggestion – she didn't trust M'rao's control on Seiliph enough to keep the pea-green from attacking, she didn't care for Shovaph's judgments, and they'd been taught plenty by now that physical intimacies had the potential of scarring their young simourv... but that didn't mean she couldn't tease a little bit, yes? It was so, so, so much fun.[/ul][/size]

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If M'rao's mind hadn't forced her to back down in anticipation of this exact moment, there was no doubt at all that Seiliph would have sprung across her invisible line and attacked Shovaph. Her keen mind was revolted by the word 'savage' being applied to her; another scream of fury escaped the green and she spun aside, stalking rapidly down the length of the room and then back up again. She didn't even deign to glance at Hers; she growled and snapped her tail behind her. Every few moments she passed by her rider again, and then again and again as she continued her restless pacing.

M'rao, not at all bothered by her bonded's antics, smiled and shook her head. T'ia's diagnosis sounded entirely right, considering the way Shovaph shifted and closed her eyes again after it. Grey eyes flickering with mild amusement, the winglet stretched out on her bed, resting her head on one slender arm as she turned to look at the other rider. Hearing the question, a sly, cool smile appeared on her face. "Of course," she answered smoothly. Obviously she hadn't missed the suggestive tone; one brow lifted, ever so slightly, in equal suggestion. The redhead liked the teasing; her belly drew up tight at it, remembering the sensations she'd felt before as the result of such teasing. She didn't show it; she wasn't one to expose all of her emotions like that. Indeed, it was questionable sometimes whether the winglet even had emotions.

Cool as ice, M'rao stretched out on her side with a smooth smile curling her lips up, just as teasing as T'ia's comment had been. "It is the law Seiliph has laid down. I won't fight it," she added nonchalantly, though her eyes flickered with something dark, predatory. If the other greenrider were watching her face closely enough, she'd probably see the daring there. She too knew that physical intimacy was frowned upon. It didn't matter. She wouldn't endanger her simourv like that... but she could hint at it. And after graduation... well... such things wouldn't matter, now would they? Perhaps the rule about territory would still exist - and if it did... well, obviously M'rao would be glad to break it. It had been some time since she'd felt as good as she'd like to feel - with another woman. Or a man. Maybe both. It really didn't matter to her.

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A low chuckle escaped her at the tease, her dark eyes darting off to watch an angered Seiliph pacing along the invisible line that separated one half of the room from the other. She was gnawing like a rabid canine at the end of a chain, restrained merely by M'rao's command. It was normal of the pea-green though, it wasn't unheard of, and T'ia had long stopped feeling wary. Which probably wasn't smart, but she trusted M'rao to maintain that control. She released a slow hum, looking back to the girl with a tilt of her head. “How very obedient of you.” She praised, reciprocating that daring stare easily. If she knew the younger winglet like she was certain that she did, then she highly doubted that the teenager was the sort to follow the rules. She broke them, she bent them, she mangled them to her own benefit. She knew the sort. She loved the sort. What was some harmless teasing amongst friends?

With a deep breath drawn in through her nose, she tilted her head back and exhaled with a sleepy moan as she sought to wake herself up further, pushing the covers back to swing her bare legs over the edge of the bed. Sitting there, she lifted her arms up to dig her hands into her hair, arching her back to stretch, sliding her eyes around the room. “What to even do today?” She muttered, finally dropping her hands to stand. Her night-slip was less than modest, a simple cream tunic at best, falling to about mid-thigh. She paid no mind to it. She strode around to her wardrobe, nimbly plucking through fabrics and cuts in search of something warm to wear.[/ul][/size]

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M'rao didn't mind that T'ia's eyes slid over her, appraising her lean curves. Indeed, she reveled in the attention; a smug smirk twitched up one corner of her mouth as she watched the older woman staring at her. She'd always loved the feel of eyes on her sleek body; she thrived on the attention, knowing that she was fully as desirable as the stares implied. Now, she shifted slightly, ever so slightly, automatically adjusting to be viewed from the most flattering angle possible. She didn't need to; her eyes challenged the other winglet and she smiled, lips twitching upward in a bold, cool grin.

Obedient, was she? The very word made the girl laugh softly. She slipped to lie on her belly, giving every appearance of following the rules... and then swung her legs off her bed, and rose stepping lightly towards the middle of the room. She reached the invisible line, and paused there, grey eyes glittering with mischief. Seiliph hissed, and stopped as her rider got in the way, and then at the girl's mental urging, finally went to her own corner, turning her back on everyone else and settling down with an irritated huff. M'rao, on the other hand, paused right on the imaginary divider - and then stepped across it, tossing her coppery hair out of her face with a mischievous look on her face. "Oh... oh, what a shame. I seem to have broken the law," she murmured, eyes glittering with amusement.

She'd watched, with an almost predatory gaze, as T'ia stretched lazily and then swung her legs over the edge of the bed. Now the greenrider stood, motionless, as the older woman rose from bed and began to pick through her wardrobe. She rested one hand lightly on her hip, and then, at the muttered question, a flicker of interest ran through her eyes. She already knew what the other winglet looked like, of course, but that didn't stop her from studying the woman's figure with great interest - the curve of her hips and the elegant legs beneath, for starters. "I could think of a few things," she suggested slyly. She knew it was forbidden. Unfortunately, M'rao had always had a taste for the forbidden... stolen fruit tastes sweetest, right?

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It's alright, you'll be fine. Baby, I'm in control.
Take the pain, take the pleasure, I'm the master of both.

[/i] girl.”[/b] She scolded, pouting her full lips as she clicked her tongue against the back of her teeth and shook her head. A waggling finger would have completed the caricature perfectly, but she managed to refrain from such total silliness.

Sliding up to a stand, she allowed her pout to twist into a coy smirk as she moved around the bed, eyeing the girl as long as she could before having to turn around to move to her wardrobe, half a mind on her search for warmer clothes while the other half strayed right back to the redhead that was now standing so boldly on her side of the room. If she crossed over, then Seiliph would surely pounce on her – and now that M'rao had crossed over to her side... well, Shovaph was unlikely to do it, so T'ia would surely just have to pick up the slack. There was an abrupt and quiet huff from the green where she both dozed and eavesdropped, but the former dancer ignored it as she listened to the girl behind her, smiling wickedly as she felt those cunning gray eyes roaming so freely over her. Oh yes, she most certainly felt them.

With a sharp tug, she pulled a sage green shawl from its spot, unfolding it in the process and swinging it wildly around to drape it around her shoulders, pulling it into a tight embrace over her arms as she twirled about on her toes to face back to her roommate. Stepping forward with a distinct sway to her hips, she moved to kneel on her bed, sliding her way across to poise herself closer to the other side, dark eyes glinting with her own mischief and her lips curled with invitation. She tipped her chin up in a brief upward nod. “Please, do tell.” She purred, glancing the teenager over in bold-faced curiosity and intrigue before locking their gazes back together.[/ul]

Close your eyes, not your mind, let me into your soul.
I'ma work you until you're totally blown.

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