R'ger was dreaming. It was a nice dream, filled with the smell of a warm, clean girl and soft flesh and... Imogen's movement beside him stirred him, but in his sleep he frowned and tried to hang on to it for a moment longer. It was such a nice dream, with all her dark hair between his fingers. Soon it was gone though, evaporating when he opened his eyes.
There was light filtering into his weyr from the ledge, filling the place with a hazy sort of ambience. Ah, but so much better, there was a half-naked girl in his furs. The bronze rider stretched and then reached over to pull her close, dragging her against his chest with a yawn. "So, she's awake. And how do you feel, Imogen?"