Roughhousing (2/3)
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: Iluva, Sia
Date Posted: 28th July 2024
Characters: O'rosin, R'fayne
Description: Aeoluth and Skadith blow off some steam on the beach
Location: Dolphin Cove Weyr
Date: month 11, day 7 of Turn 11
Skadith, for his part, was in far better humor about Aeoluth's arrival. Muscles were expanding, limbs lengthening, and being one of the burlier blues in the class helped his big wings to throw water at the big brown in equally big splashes. He sent a surprisingly powerful one rolling his way, and leapt gleefully through the shallows to avoid retribution.
Eventually R’fayne gave the other man a sidelong look. “You know, it'll matter if he injures someone.” He pointed out. “You might want to think about training him before R’lor volunteers a tutor.”
Aeoluth rumbled in surprise as the waves crashed against him. Wings spread, he leaped over the waves in a powerful but awkward hop, bounding after the blue.
O'rosin shook his head. "Why, you volunteering?" He asked with a dry laugh. "I'm tryin'. Wasn't so bad when he was asleep most of the day. I've been bringin' him out here to run himself into exhaustion after lessons." A bigger green batted him pretty hard once, and O'rosin had half-hoped it had knocked some sense into him. It hadn't.
“Sure, if you like.” R'fayne huffed a rough laugh in return. It was actually a little painful to admit that he probably wasn’t the right person to ask about a whole lot at this point and he wasn’t in a friendly enough mood with himself to get away with being a hypocrite.
“I wish I could complain about Skadith.” Other than being blue and absolutely dead set on him at the Hatching, anyway. S'fayal said he was just feeling sorry for himself. It was probably still true. And yet, despite the sheer joy flowing from his galloping dragon, despite nothing being _wrong_ with that, everything always felt upside down. “Might be different when he-” Aeoluth, “gets in the air.”
"Maybe." O'rosin agreed, though he had the sinking suspicion it was going to get more dangerous. The anticipation he thought he might feel turned out to be dread instead. Aeoluth being this rough in the air meant even more potential for injury, especially if he decided to act on impulse while his rider was aboard. He couldn't think about that much now; any vague sense of dread sent Aeoluth back into the same fear and anxiety as he had in the aftermath of his hatching.
Aeoluth took this opportunity to bellow happily before slamming into Skadith and the two disappeared in a crash of sea and surf. O'rosin visibly flinched. "Going out swimming hardly seems like a good idea now, does it?"
That flinch repeated in R’fayne, whose bare shoulders and arms tensed for some specifically terrible pain _somewhere_ that, foolishly, never came, as Skadith resurfaced in nothing but a jubilant blast of water. At this point the day was draining out around them, and with everything of import (eyes, sails, pride) amazingly intact, he decided firmly, **We are heading back soon.**
The normally placid dragon churned out a stout little roar, eventually traipsing up the shore in his sad, steady drip. He’d been tired before Aeoluth even arrived, but now practically dragged himself through the sand.
Last updated on the July 31st 2024