Roughhousing (1/3)
Dragonsfall Weyr
Amber Hills Hold
Vintner Hall
Healer Hall
Hidden Meadows
Dolphin Cove Weyr
Dolphin Hall
Emerald Falls Hold
Harper Hall
Printer Hall
Green Valley Hold
Leeward Lagoon Hold
Barrier Lake Weyr
Sunstone Seahold
Citrus Bay Hold
Writers: Sia, Iluva
Date Posted: 28th July 2024
Characters: R'fayne, O'rosin
Description: Aeoluth and Skadith blow off some steam on the beach
Location: Dolphin Cove Weyr
Date: month 11, day 7 of Turn 11
Skadith was getting big. There was more dragon to look at every time R’fayne _actually_ looked at him. It was as terrifying as it was thrilling to see their future slowly unfolding in that thickening neck, those strong hindquarters. R’fayne couldn’t resist tracing that dark hide, neck, spine, tail, all stretched long and sleek like a shadow beneath the trembling waves. And though it couldn’t come fast enough, he wasn’t sure how anyone could prepare for that first time. Blue wings and silver Thread in the sky. Each day was bringing them closer to it.
That evening, however, brought them to a clear patch of beach, the hot sun retreating. They’d been in the water for the better part of a candlemark, and now tired and quietly satisfied in the shallows, they were just wading in a rare moment of aimlessness, and _that_ was such a good feeling R’fayne couldn’t convince himself to part with it.
The young blue tested his wings atop the soft swell of the sea's skin. His eagerness to be in the air and enjoyment of the weightlessness of swimming was one of the few things that echoed in complete harmony between the pair.
**You did well today.** He closed his eyes, turning to take in the light.
}: Well enough. :{ Skadith agreed.
R’fayne fought to focus on the first step, the very first thing: get Skadith flying. Then, the two of them. By the time they were in their own weyr they’d be getting ready to /between/. It was only there that they would be doing enough dragonriding things to actually feel like a dragonrider, not so much a leashed wher going to classes. Maybe then the world might crack open to him again and they could get up, out, beyond for a little while.
Skadith crooned a greeting to an approaching dragon, bringing him back. He shielded his eyes from the sun and tried not to frown.
The pounding of feet against the sand alerted them first, and then a low bellow as a brown a bit larger than a draft-sized runnerbeast came barrelling down the sand and into the shallows. The water didn't slow him down much, and Aeoluth happily crashed into Skadith in a shower of salt water and mud.
O'rosin wasn't too far behind, so Aeoluth must have taken off into a run once they reached the beach. Despite what was quickly becoming a summer heat, O'rosin was inappropriately dressed in long sleeves and long pants, with boots that protected his feet against the hot sand. The stitches were long since removed and the wounds from Aeoluth's hatching were mostly healed, except for the angry scars that both itched and felt too tight.
"Hey!" O'rosin called from further up the shore. "He didn't get you, did he?"
Skadith's excited bellow was abruptly cut off in the collision, and R'fayne didn’t hear much of anything until he was coughing and staggering a little out of one of Aeoluth's waves. “You're almost too big for that.” He frowned severely and tiredly at them, opting to stalk out of their radius, “Be _careful_.”
But the splashes behind him did not sound careful.
He started up the shore with the sun behind him and called “No, not a bit!” to O’rosin, doubting the sarcasm would carry. When they were within speaking distance, he slowed, taking in the long clothing on the least amount of body he'd seen in a while. “At least, not as bad as he got you.” He remarked. “He seems to do that a lot?”
Aeoluth did not hear the demand, nor did he much notice the young man he nearly half-drowned. Skadith was big enough to rough around, in his vague estimation of who was closest in size to play with that wasn't Berlinarth.
The small grin that appeared on O'rosin's face at the sputtering R'fayne disappeared quickly. "He doesn't get anyone quite the way he got me." He said. "I told him to pick on someone his own size. Doesn't always matter if someone smaller is nearby, though."
The bluerider pushed dark hair off his face, which between the water and his hand might have obscured his incredulousness. “That's fortunate. And surprising.” He replied coolly, watching the carousing dragons. ‘Not quite as bad’ as O’rosin still sounded like too much; he wasn’t quite ready to call this new feeling reassured.
Last updated on the July 31st 2024