Friends Reunited

Writers: Chelle, Paula
Date Posted: 1st February 2016

Characters: R'gelen, Corofel
Description: The boys escape
Location: Amber Hills Hold, Elsewhere on Pern
Date: month 4, day 18 of Turn 8
Notes: Mentioned: Rhosyn, Corowal, Symion

Corofel

**We're getting better at this.** R'gelen knew that practice would make it easier. It also helped that with being able to go /between/ they didn't have to fly straight all the time. They could get places quicker and easier and go wherever they wanted. They still flew a long ways sometimes just to give Iroth's wings a good stretch. Eventually when he was fully grown, he would be expected to last entire threadfalls after all.

}:Yes we are. I was hatched for this. And you are my rider. I will see this friend of yours:{ Iroth was curious. He had been through R'gelen's memories of Corofel, Symion, and the rest. The bronze was eager to meet them, curious that they had known his rider before he had. R'gelen's excitement was also slightly rubbing off on the dragon who was eager to use their newfound independence and travel Pern. He bugled to the watchdragon when they came above the Hold and figured out a place to land in the courtyard, even though there were people about.

Most people hurried out of the way when the bronze landed. But not Corofel, he thought he recognized him and ran to meet them. He was skipping his lesson, he should have been learning about accounts from one of the assistant stewards. "R'gelen! I thought it was you!"

**Just the person I wanted to see!** Hurrying to get his straps off, R'gelen dismounted, a slower process for him at the moment. He was growing though, bit by bit. The Weyrlingmasters kept saying he'd get a growth spurt eventually, but it hadn't come just yet. Coming down to the ground, he pulled his helmet back and his goggles and stood there grinning. "Hey! Wanna go for a ride?"

"You bet I wanna! You can travel on your own now?" Corofel replied. He knew little bit of how the weyrling training progressed in general. "I need more clothes though, if we are going to /between/" the boy was nearly bursting with excitement.

"Yeah jacket and everything. I've got a helmet but that's it." R'gelen gave Iroth a pat on the shoulder before he followed Corofel quickly into the Hold. "We can go on our own now to anywhere. I just have to make sure I have my image right. Of course there are some places not worth going I don't think." The thought occurred to him he still hadn't gone by to see his parents and he had a guilty look on his face for a few minutes.

"That's great, there's lot of places I would love to see," Corofel replied. He led them into his room and started to look for the clothes. Organization wasn't his strongest skill. His room was typical for a teenager boy. Stuff was laying around, clothes stewn around everywhere. "You still have some training to do, right?"

"Yeah now it's mostly focused on bronzerider stuff and threadfall. I'll be in the weyrling wing for awhile though since I'm so young." He shrugged, looking at it as an opportunity. It meant he had a longer time to listen to the weyrlingmasters and hone his skills before he entered the wings. He also would have more time on his hands since he wouldn't have real fighting wing duties to contend with for a long while. "I have to get bigger too. Do you think if I eat more tubers I'll grow bigger? Iroth is already like.....twenty of me or something..." Sighing, that reminded the boy exactly how long it took to oil him.

"That's what they keep telling me too," Corofel replied. He found all he needed and pulled on his jacket. He was of average height himself. Neither tall nor short for his age. "All set, let's go."

When they got back to the courtyard, R'gelen didn't even think that maybe Corofel needed to tell someone where he was going. After all, on Pern they were almost grown lads and responsible for themselves to a degree. He didn't treat him different since he was the Heir anyway. "Okay so you have to get up first behind that neckridge there." Iroth was waiting for them, patiently. "I use the straps for climbing some and Iroth's foreclaw."

"I've actually ridden a dragon before," Corofel said. "Hi, Iroth, nice to meet you," he greeted the dragon before scrambling up to his back.

The weyrling's face fell for a moment. He had been so excited about seeing Corofel and giving him a ride after so long and showing him that he was almost a real rider. When Corofel had so casually mentioned he had already ridden a dragon before it had knocked the wind out of him. He wanted to say, "Yeah well but it wasn't Iroth!" He didn't know, not caring to fight. He just wanted it to be a good day. Maybe it was the fact that sometimes he had to remember he had been just a farm boy and then an apprentice while Corofel was the Heir to an entire Hold. Still, he was a bronzerider now and that had to count for something. Climbing up himself, he took his usual place and then got the straps all done. He handed Corofel a helmet and then put his own helmet on. "Where we going?"

"I dunno, you pick," Corofel shrugged. "You've probably seen lots of interesting places when you practiced, right?" He put the helmet on.

Thinking on it a moment, R'gelen made a decision. Knowing how young they were, he didn't bother going to a Hold where he didn't know anyone-Corofel or no. He also wanted to go to a place big enough to blend in. So that left him with a few choices. While he was organizing the image in his mind, Iroth spread his wings and launched into the air. They were airborne and gaining altitude before, all of a sudden, they were gone. Three breaths and then sunlight flooded them. No more snow and cold of Amber Hills. They were on the islands, flying over them. "This is Windswept!"

"Cool!" Corofel cried and laughed out of joy. He leaned over to watch the tropical, ocean islands below them.

Egged on by the shouting, Iroth did his best impression of a green dragon. The young bronze put his head down and put on the speed, using his tail to keep them straight and catching thermals when he could. They soared over the islands before R'gelen decided he might see a good place to land. "Allright, we're going down!"

"Wo-hoo!" Corofel apparently had great fun.

Angling his body and slowing his speed, Iroth circled and then came to a slow landing on the beach. There was a cothold in the distance but nothing nearby. They had the area all to themselves. R'gelen slowly unstrapped himself and began to strip out of his jacket and helmet and warmer clothing.

"Ah, great, it's so warm here. Amber Hills is so cold sometimes," Corofel remarked, following his friend's example.

"Yeah Dragonsfall too. Course nothing is like between." He shivered before he slipped down Iroth's neck and side to fall into the sand. "Oof!" Then, he was running across towards the water, stopping to pull off his boots. He almost tripped but righted himself.

Corofel was longer and had longer legs. So despite R'gelen's head start, he soon ran past him. "Last one in the water is a trundlebug!"

Sighing, he let the other boot fall and then started to run. And then he was reminded about something.
}:I want to swim. Aren't you going to take off my straps?:{
Turning around, he trudged back up the beach and went to tend to Iroth. When the bronze was free, though, he did rush into the water with the dragon loping casually to enter the water a ways down from them.

"This feels good," the weyrling announced before he started to just float in the water.

"Yes, it does," Cofofel agreed. He had born in Coral Bay Hold which was a seahold, so he swam very well. Now he was diving in and out of waves.

"Corofel, what sort of Lord Holder do you think you'll be?" R'gelen asked, musing. He was thinking about another leadership figure he'd met recently and the similarities between their situations hadn't been lost on him, though it was far different.

"I dunno. The same kind as dad, I 's'pose," Corofel replied with an indifferent shrug. He never thought about things like that.

"Hm. I met my Aunt." He was guessing Corofel would guess which one he meant. He waited, hoping he might ask him some questions. For once, he wasn't just the low relative on the pole.

"Really? What was she like? Was she pretty?" Corofel asked with curious. He had also reached age where women's looks very suddenly interesting.

Making a noise, R'gelen scoffed. "I don't know if she's pretty-she's my Aunt!" He was disgruntled for a few moments but then settled back down. "She was...normal. I mean I don't know. Not like some scary goldrider. She's really small. Like smaller than me even."

"The word is petite," Corofel corrected and then grinned, splashing his friend. "Water fight!" he cried.

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