I Got Some Luck (1/2)
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: 18th October 2024
Characters: O'rosin, R'fayne
Description: Aeoluth and Skadith go hunting
Location: Dolphin Cove Weyr
Date: month 12, day 20 of Turn 11
O'rosin was glad he didn't have to chop any more meat. He was less than enthused, though, when Aeoluth asked for him to come along to the feeding pens to watch. He'd caught and gutted fish before, and helped prepare chickens for slaughter before, but watching a dragon learn to hunt was an entirely different matter. Aelouth didn't so much hunt as he did barrel around the area, and it took several pointed reminders for Aeoluth to stop scaring the animals and finally pick one.
It was when he was pointedly looking away from the carnage that he caught sight of R'fayne sauntering up behind him. Inwardly he groaned while Aeoluth happily trumpeted a greeting to Skadith. }: I'm not sharing. :{ He said simply.
"Skadith needed emotional support too, huh?" O'rosin asked.
R’fayne quirked a dark brow very slightly. “Not usually,” He answered coolly, because R’fayne wasn’t in the mood for this.
He hadn’t been in the mood when Skadith suggested that getting out to stretch might help, and he knew he shouldn’t have listened to that blue first or last. Now he was wondering what Aeoluth needed in an audience, and that led to wondering if that was what Skadith’s motivations might have been, even partially, and then it was just more of what he was long tired of doing - thinking.
He kept that and any brief amusement between his minds, only came close enough to the other man to flash a sardonic smile. A little further down the fence line his forearms rested on the railing, closer to where Skadith surveyed the spectrum of blind white terror in the herdbeasts’ eyes.
The blue was generally a patient hunter, but his hunger roared today, the scent of blood already blotting the air. With a heavy, spine-snapping thump the young dragon landed on a beast and began to feed irrespective of its shrieks.
“Besides,” he snorted, “who’d want to miss this?”
"Faranth forbid." O'rosin said with a roll of his eyes. He turned so his back was facing the pen, despite Aeoluth's small protest. Chopping up Aeoluth's dinner was one thing, where the animal was already dead and most of its parts were indistinguishable from the other. Watching the animal go down wasn't as pleasant as Aeoluth thought it was. The thought of the claws and teeth the size of his forearm made him uneasy, and he tried to push the feeling away before Aeoluth caught it and worked himself up over it. Still, he flinched at the sound of Skadith taking down his meal.
Then, if only to distract from the gore behind him, he asked, "So what _does_ bring you down here, then?"
“I'm actually trying to relax.” R’fayne replied in between the snip-snip-snap of tendons. “As you can see it’s going well.” Any other time he might have smirked at yet another holdkid's queasiness, but the question had already brought a dark look to R’fayne’s face. He kept his eyes between their dragons then, wondering how to handle the feeling of O'rosin's voice finding a bruise.
But then he was just saying it, anyway: “I’m avoiding my father.”
O'rosin paused, grimacing at the sound of carnage behind them. "I'm sorry?" He offered, though his voice lilted into a question. He hadn't avoided his father since he was small and accidentally broke a vase that his mother liked and couldn't replace. They didn't get along, per se, not in the same way that Cirina spoke about her family, but O'rosin was dutiful and his father never had anything bad to say.
That tone, that question, had R’fayne grinning enough to show it. “That’s alright,” he assured him, “it’s not like _you_ pushed him off his dragon.”
What sounded like a bad joke was technically a bad break, though C’fayne was comfortable now with his leg suspended in a sling, the infirmary lights glinting off the hardware like stars. R’fayne wasn’t squeamish by any means, but bandaged and bruised, the man lying in the bed looked like someone else. Suddenly it seemed like all the Turns that separated father and son, that hadn’t really mattered before, were written all over that lined, tired face.
The fellis kept C’fayne from knowing who’d visited him there first or last. R’fayne didn't stick around to prove he had. Now, arms against the fence, he studied O’rosin for a moment, not the brown. “What’s up with Aeoluth? Tackling just for clutchmates?”
Last updated on the November 4th 2024