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Post by Avu on Jan 2, 2009 15:19:13 GMT -5
Corinth rumbled, registering Aonith's words through his amusement at Ebolath's antics as the little green all but attacked the water in an effort to reach his side as he'd offered. One gleaming eye focused on her as the bronze lidded the other, huffing softly in contentment at the warm scratching feeling of the sand against his hide. The bronze dragon rumbled his own amusement, something vaguely akin to a draconic smile flicking across his features as the green spread her wings as he'd suggested. Very good, he stated approvingly, You learn very quickly, little one. There was utter solemnity in his tone, not a hint of laughter despite the ridiculous figure that the little green had cut. All hatchlings were clumsy; it was nothing new.
He nodded at Aonith, passing the message on to T'ridhis. Aonith says Hers has bloodstains on her shirt, and that she apologizes for her appearance. And she cannot stay long, only for a bit; it's a break and Meisk's needs to be relieved. I thought Meisk's wasn't working for the Hatching, the bronze added in mild surprise. She came in mid-Hatching, remember? Right before Aslath scared off her fire lizard. Hmm, I know. I didn't expect her to come at all, though - never mind, it doesn't matter anyway. T'rid grinned, sardonically, at the dragon, who crooned softly at him, and splashed water on the sand particles, washing them away, the metallic gleam of his hide all but glowing in the combination of sand, water, and sunlight. Trust you to remember whose shifts are when. She is Bonded to a wher, Mine.
The conversation was abruptly cut off as Corinth gave a slightly surprised snort as someone else started sanding his other side, the bronze shifting obligingly to make the reach easier. Ah, Ebolath's. Nice of her. The bronze crooned, turning his head to press his muzzle gently against her arm in a sign of approval. Ebolath, tell Yours that I appreciate the gesture, and that I thank her, please. Just because he approved of the Greenweyrling didn't mean he would touch her mind. It was foriegn, and he simply didn't like to touch the mind of any human save for His. And perhaps Eriannath's, but then, Juliya was an HAD and it was exceptionally simple to speak to her - and Corinth liked the woman, which was displayed in the fact that he actually recalled her, since it had been quite some time since they'd spoken.
T'rid rolled his eyes as Raylin touched on the subject of Shmee again, and went on with his rant, amused and pleased that he had someone to rant to - since Corinth couldn't have cared less and actually found it irritating - "I was saying, she's irritating. You know her Aslath and Corinth were clutchsiblings, yes? Well, I had Weyrling classes with her, and believe you me, there's no love lost." The sarcasm was almost palpable. "Sure, she's a bit better now, but still...where does she get off...?" His rant faded as he considered her question briefly, blinking in surprise. "In Selenitas? Um, I can't honestly say I know. Millieth seems nice enough, but then Corinth gets along with just about anybody - and I haven't personally spoken to her. Hepaticath Corinth hasn't spoken to before that I'm aware of. Nevertheless, I'd take it as a compliment that you didn't Impress queen. Queenriders tend to be - "
His words died as Dorava approached, her clothes bloodstained indeed. T'rid wrinkled his nose at the sight of the blood staining her clothes. That was all the girl's blood? And she was going to live? Well, shells. You might as well decapitate a wherry and expect it to live. "Hello," he answered, and then blinked around at the small company he and Corinth had apparently attracted. Two green dragons, two greenriders, and a fire lizard. Five more than he'd wanted or expected to come. "She'll be okay?" he queried. No need to point out which 'she'. There was only one 'she' to be speaking of. "Oh," he added, returning his attention to Raylin, "To finish my sentence, Queenriders tend to be idiotic brats."
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Post by Rei on Jan 4, 2009 14:58:02 GMT -5
Ebolath crooned happily. Corinth says I learn fast She said happily to hers just a trace of smugness coloring her tone. Raylin smiled. Well Love he is… Her reply was cut off by the suprise sensation of Corinth’s soft muzzle pressing gently onto her arm. She turned to stare up at his colorful whirling eyes and smiled at him. He really was magnificent. Corinth says he appreciates the gesture and thank you. Ebolath supplied effectively cutting into Raylin’s thoughts.
“You are very welcome Corinth.” The weyrling told the bronze with a short stroke to his large muzzle. “It’s really no trouble. There is a lot of you to bathe and I rather enjoy the company of one as handsome as yourself.” She saw no reason to cut out the last part of the comment for it was completely true. Corinth was beautiful and he seemed to actually have a good personality. It was rather surprising, for word was most bronzes were ego maniacs. Ke'rin's bronze certainly seemed to be. Then again T'rid seemed quite antisocial so perhaps Corinth balanced him out.
Although T’rid was surprisingly being a bit friendly right now. Perhaps there was hope for him yet. He was a bit young to be thrust into so much responsibility. Perhaps it was a bit unfair for people to expect so much of him. Still she suspected he could be making a bit more of an effort. Then again men matured much slower than women. He musing’s were cut short by T’rid’s reply to her question and Dorava’s sudden arrival. Ebolath crooned a greeting to the woman before dunking her head underwater and examining the river bottom. Oh Corinth there are shiny moving things down here. They have wings growing out their sides! I wonder if they are tasty. She mused before bringing her head back up and snorting excess water from her nostrils.
Raylin didn’t even bother to hide her shock at Dorava’s appearance. Was all that blood Pasine’s? Poor girl was she even still alive? “Hello” The girl said trying to keep her voice polite, “Is all that blood Pasine’s? If you don’t mind me asking how is she doing?” She listened for the answer but continued to scrub Corinth now that she knew the bronze was appreciating the gesture. She desperately hoped the girl wasn’t dead. That would be horrible!
T’rid’s voice again cut into her train of thought and she listened attentively to what he was saying. “I have never met Millieth or Hepaticath either. Just Aslath. You had weyrling classes with Shmee? I have weyrling class with that murderous blue who attacked Pasine. Ebolath is so friendly with all her clutch siblings I am rather worried he may attack her. Word is he is a bit bi polar. Fine one minute and the next a bit of a lunatic. Was Aslath stuck up as a hatchling? I wonder if that is a senior Queen thing considering they are the highest ranked in the weyr.” She trailed off and gave a inaudible groan as something suddenly came to her. “Oh I am sorry if I am annoying you. Feel free to tell me to shut up. I tend to ramble sometimes.” She mildly berated herself. Why did she have to be such a dim glow around men?
You are not stupid Raymine you just enjoy speaking to him. What is wrong with that? Raylin turned to Ebolath and gave the hatchling an exasperated look. Because love this is T’rid he is not like normal men. He is a bit irritable most times. Ebolath tilted her head and looked up at Corinth. Is your’s irritable? Mine says he can be. Ebolath! Raylin scolded embarrassment coloring her tone. Don’t tell him that! Why not? Her hatchling retorted innocently, confused as to why hers was suddenly upset over something so trivial.
Deciding to ignore hers she turned to Dorava. You are dirty will you bathe with us? I am sure mine and Corinth’s will help wash you. She included the whole group in the message and Raylin’s groan was this time entirely audible. “Sorry Dorava sometimes I notice she tends to speak without thinking.”
Vega was entirely oblivious to the conversation as he scrubbed on Aonith. The big green was making happy noises so he must be doing good. He concentrated on a particularly itchy looking spot, touching her mind and querying as to where else she would like to be scrubbed.
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Post by dragon on Jan 4, 2009 19:50:05 GMT -5
Aonith rumbled a greeting to hers, before directing the lizard on her back to really good spots to scratch and scrub. He really was an adorable little creature! And so kind and thoughtful. She encouraged and thanked him profusely. And she let him know that should he ever need anything she could provide, all he had to do was ask!
Dorava shook her head slowly. "She's in a bad way. But she'll live. She passed out along the way ... but she's alive and put back together. She may be out of it awhile ... maybe even as much as a few days, I'm told. We'll just have to play it by ear, and do the best we can." She looked down at her shirt, and sighed. It really was ruined. "It is hers. But then ... it wasn't all fresh, either. I got some of it handling things that had already been soaked. So ... it's not really as bad as it looks, for her." She was sure to inform them. No, the girl didn't lose all her blood. Just a fair amount of it ... otherwise she wouldn't have passed out on them.
Dorava smiled, and almost laughed, at Ebolath's comment. She understood completely what was going on. The young dragon just wasn't old enough to understand the finer details of human society, yet. "It's alright, little one. I'll be okay." She replied, kindly. "Thanks for the offer, though." She smiled slightly, and then looked at her shirt again.
It could use some washing ... and the sooner the better, too, for it. Getting up from her seat, Dorava walked over to the river and crouched by the water's edge. There, she stripped her shirt off, and stuck it in the cold water, hoping to wash some of the blood back out before it set in permanently. And though she was now shirtless, she wasn't entirely bared, for she still wore her breastband.
And being a rider, she had long ago lost her sense of modesty. Things happened, when one was bonded to a dragon. She worked the rich blue material in the water, and watched as some of the water around it started taking on a red tent as it was washed away. It couldn't be entirely saved, but it would be much improved. It certainly wasn't ever going to be a gather worthy blouse again. Which really stank, since that was what she had bought it for. And again, at the next gather, she'd have to go in something borrowed, or go looking like a schlameil. Irritating, that.
"I'll not be attending the feast, I think. Someone has to stay with Pasine, and Meira is going to need her rest. So ... you two have a nice time at the feast for me, okay?" She said, looking up at the both of them with a breif smile. Pulling her shirt from the water, she held it up for a moment, speculatively. It still didn't look at all that good. Being wet really made the red parts visible. Dunking it back in the water again, she started scrubbing once more.
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Post by Avu on Jan 5, 2009 15:38:32 GMT -5
The bronze dragon crooned softly at her answer to his thanks, as well as the compliment, though his eyes flashed in amusement. It did amuse him, too, that the girl thought him handsome, and yet had happily and enthusiastically made rather disparaging remarks about Aslath. Nevertheless, he appreciated the comment. Compliments were rare coming from His, and though he supposed that just because not everybody told him their opinions of him didn't mean they didn't think him well, it was gratifying nonetheless. Simply because he didn't have an incredibly large ego didn't mean he didn't like to be complimented. Everybody, despite what they might say, enjoyed compliments. It was simply a fact of life.
Corinth turned his head away from Raylin to appraise the bloodstains that Dorava's shirt bore. Kyssith had done that? All of it? To one girl, who deserved none of it? If that blue showed half as much spirit fighting Thread as he did mauling people, they'd definitely have a strong wingrider...pity blues didn't have the endurance that browns and bronzes and queens sported; some couldn't last the entire six-hour Fall, and - And /why/ are you thinking so far ahead? T'rid queried, amusement slipping into his tones. I thought dragons weren't supposed to think to the future. Live in the present, and all that. You're being silly. The bronze dragon paused to huff at His. As usual. As usual indeed. T'rid flicked a droplet of water off of his finger at Corinth, eliciting a rumble from the dragon as he turned his head back to Ebolath.
Her observation drew a rumble of amusement from the bronze as he tilted his head to gaze into the clear depths of the river. Yes, little one. They are called fish, and they don't make much of a mouthful. They're slippery to catch, too. I wouldn't recommend it. The herdbeast that Selenitas Weyr raises are much better, and they're slower than fish are. Not that she could catch them, yet, considering her current size, but once she grew it would be incredibly simple to swoop out of the sky and snap the neck of her chosen meal. You didn't necessarily need agility to do that, since Corinth did it every sevenday or so with great ease, but it helped, especially if one was a finicky eater and wanted the youngest, tenderest of the herdbeast, and normally the Weyrlings did.
Hey, was His actually listening to the girl talk? Answer: Yes. Yes, he was. There was slight condescension as usual - Corinth rolled his eyes and huffed lightly - but more than anything, his thoughts were amused. Amused? Yes, he was very much amused. The girl's "rambling," as she put it, was...odd. The way her thought process ran, really, was what made him snicker. From Aslath to Kyssith and then back again to Aslath. She could find some connection between the Senior queen and a murderous little blue dragonet? He'd have to mention that to Shmee someday. Hey, guess what? There's a girl, who thinks that Aslath and Kyssith have enough in common that her thoughts switch back and forth between the two easily. Says something, doesn't it? He'd probably be yelled at - nothing new there - but hell, it'd be worth it. "Hmm, doesn't matter," he answered absently, waving one hand. She was providing him with a lovely little set of things to toss at Shmee the next time she bothered him, and besides, it was nice to hear someone other than himself comment on Aslath being stuck up.
Corinth started slightly at Ebolath's comment, and then turned to regard first the dragonet, and then Hers, with clear amusement as he rumbled, the sound slipping slowly to a croon as he chuckled mentally at T'ridhis. Ebolath wants to know if you're irritable? Hers says you are, apparently, the bronze commented to His. Tell her yes, yes, I am /very/ irritable, T'rid retorted swiftly, And you needn't look so smug, you overgrown wherry.[/b] Corinth huffed, turning his attention to Ebolath again. Yes, little one, Mine is, indeed, highly irritable sometimes, he answered solemnly. I would advise you not to rub him wrong.
Pasine...would live. That wasn't very promising, really. Would live. Not would prosper. Not would be just great after a rest. Nope. Would live. No healer liked to say, frankly, that they weren't going to live - very optimistic, they could be, in T'rid's opinion, considering how bad they must feel whenever a patient, draconic or human, died on them - and in the War, there must be quite a few. He bit his tongue, opting to roll his eyes to himself, turning to Corinth's hide so the motion wouldn't be seen, silently, framing the words in his mouth. Would live - for how long, and at what price? Ebolath's comment and the ensuing amusement from Corinth distracted the Weyrleader, and he was torn between rolling his eyes again and snickering himself as the Greenrider answered, taking it in stride that the hatchling knew very little about what was and was not acceptable in human terms.
More or less completely oblivious and careless to her semi-nude state, T'rid couldn't repress the snort at her comment. Feast. Blargh, Feast? She had to be kidding. "Holy Faranth, surely you're joking?" he demanded, ignoring Corinth's resigned snort as he fell happily back into his it's-all-Shmee's-fault mood. "Have a good time at the Feast? At least you've got a choice about whether or not you're going to attend the thing. I've got to, apparently, because I've got to give a Sharding speech. A speech. Why? Because apparently it's Weyrleader's duty, and if I leave early, Aslath's probably going to bite my head off. Frankly, I'd switch with you anytime. Guard an unconscious girl for the night as opposed to tell people that you're ever-so-happy when you couldn't care less? Yeah. Fun." He paused, belatedly realizing that he'd started ranting again, and then shrugged, leaning against Corinth's shoulder as he stretched to sand the bronze's back.[/size]
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Post by Rei on Jan 6, 2009 20:11:00 GMT -5
Ebolath yawned and then proceeded to paddle to shore where she shook the excess water from her hide and waddled up onto the bank. Flopping down in the sand she gave a deep sigh of satisfaction, and stretched her wings out to catch the sun. How do you rub him right? She asked Corinth sleepily as her first pair of eyelids started to drift shut. Raylin chuckled at her hatchling and turned to Dorava. “Well I hope she makes a speedy recovery. No one deserved such injuries.”
She concentrated on sanding Corinth’s hide stretching up to scrub at his neck. "You don’t sound very happy about going to the feast. I can’t blame you I guess since everyone expects so much of you.” Maybe if they gave you a break, you would be more inclined to try, instead everyone is so downright degrading. She added the last part to herself not really brave enough to voice it. T’rid wasn’t too bad, just kind of depressive. She really couldn’t blame him. It was a lot to deal with at his age. Even a man years older would have a hard time with so much responsibility. T’rid couldn’t help that he was immature. Maybe in time he would be better. She concentrated on scrubbing Corinth’s hide.
“I will try and have a nice time for you Dorava, although you should try to get away for a few minutes if only to get something to eat. You won’t be any help if you are tired and hungry.” She rinsed the section of Corinth’s neck that she had been sanding and smiled at the shine. “You are going to be quite and eye catcher after your bath Corinth. I bet Aslath pays more attention to you tonight.” She said cheerfully before reaching up to scrub another section. To bad she was so short, it was impossible to reach any higher. She had already tried to ask Vega for assistance but he steadfastly refused, much preferring Aonith.
The pale lizard chirped in appreciation of Aonith’s offer and continued to sand her. Sending her happy thoughts. What a pretty green and so thoughtful. He rather decided he liked greens. His’s green was oh so nice too. Did she like shinies? Oh how he loved them but sadly he had yet to acquire one.
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Post by dragon on Jan 6, 2009 21:04:24 GMT -5
Dorava pulled her shirt from the river, and looked at it again. Shrugging, she started wringing it out. It wasn't going to get much better. "I'd love to go, even for a little while. But I can't. Someone has to stay with Pasine at all times, for now. Just in case. And I'll be the only one there." She said. Doubling the shirt over, she wrung it out again, before flipping it open and shaking it out. Dorava then pulled it over her head as she stood up, putting it back on.
"She'll get better. She'll be scarred, and more than I'd really like to see ... it's slightly more than just aesthetic. But she'll live. Her life's not in danger anymore." Dorava assured them. "I really have to get back, now ... Meira's prolly wondering just how far I wandered, by now. Aonith?"
Aonith grunted, and lifted her head to look at her rider, still rather dreamy-eyed at being scratched so well. What? she asked, rather unwilling to move out of the river.
"I need you to take me back, Aonith. Would you, please?" Dorava said, tiredly. Aonith grunted, and stood up, before walking ashore. She paused a moment, to give Vega an oportunity to get off, and Dorava time to jump on. And then she ambled off, down the path there near the river. Goodbye, Raylin, Ebolath, Corinth! Tell T'rid goodbye for me, Corinth. Aonith said, as she walked away, speaking to all but T'rid. She knew he was touchy, and didn't want to poke him. But talking to Corinth was fun.
And at that, the greenpair were gone, back to the infirmary.
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Post by Avu on Jan 7, 2009 17:56:01 GMT -5
The greenweyrling's question made Corinth rumble his amusement, eyes swirling soft, contented colors as the half-lidded orbs whirled lightly, glancing at Ebolath as she flopped in the sun. Admittedly, it is rather difficult, he answered solemnly, Nevertheless, I'm sure it's possible, even if I, for one, have yet to discover it. The bronze blinked one eye curiously at T'rid. I do love him, though, so I am rather biased. Love him? Yes, Corinth supposed he did, even if it rarely showed. And he did know T'ridhis loved him too, however many claims he made to the contrary. During the Hatching, he'd even gone as far as to tentatively hint at it, and that was good enough for Corinth. Keep trying, if you'd like, I'm sure you'll find out eventually, the dragon concluded cheerfully.
His was currently still torn between amusement and irritation at the prospect of the coming Feast, wondering vaguely if Shmee would hurt him if he made his speech something short, brief, and brutally honest. Something like 'I couldn't care less about the new Weyrlings. You all were there; you saw. Good. End of speech; you may return to gobbling food as if your lives depended on it. Don't drown in the soup.' Yes, she probably would, he decided lazily. The encounter at the Touching had been very, very harsh, and there had been no love lost yet. He couldn't help smirking as he remembered the - ah - 'encounter,' though. Served her right, yelling at him for everyone to hear. At least he'd bothered to keep his voice low. "Hmm, yes, well, this is Shmee," he answered lazily, shrugging. "I don't see why I need to give the speech, anyway; it's her dragon's clutch and even if Corinth sired it, it's still hers." He wrinkled his nose in disgust. "Personally, I think it's just an excuse so she can yell at me later."
As Raylin and Dorava spoke briefly, he let them without interrupting, leaning against Corinth's shoulder and sticking out his tongue as the dragon shifted, blinking at him. "You're clean," he observed, just as Raylin commented on the same thing. Yes, I am clean. And tell Ebolath's thank you, Corinth instructed. "Corinth says thank you, but I might have to make him stay in the weyr if you think he's bright enough to make Aslath look at him," the bronzerider commented, his nose scrunching again at the thought. "Anyway, Stupid and Mir can ogle at him even if nobody else can." If you really hate it that much, then I won't Chase next time she Rises, Corinth offered softly. Aw, that's...I'd actually think that'd be sweet...except...well, you'll forget you ever thought of that in three days' time. Ah. Right.
The bronze paused to croon a farewell to Aonith as she and Hers got ready to leave, dipping his head lightly at the greenpair and at Aonith's words. I will tell him, he agreed amiably, not bothering to ask why the green hadn't simply contacted T'rid herself, as she seemed to have no problem talking to Raylin. But then, it was T'rid and, though the Weyrleader had nothing against being spoken to by another dragon, that didn't mean everyone knew it. Good-bye for now, then, Aonith, he added with soft croon as the green and her rider walked down the river, away from them, closing his eyes lazily. Have you any work to do? - and Aonith says, good-bye. No work. And that's nice of her. Slightly sarcastic, but then, that was expected.
((I'm sorry I fail. D: I wrote out the whole thing on Notepad, and then the power died...and took my post with it. xX;; So this one's kinda...ick.))
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Post by Rei on Jan 8, 2009 17:44:35 GMT -5
Raylin turned around and waved to the leaving pair. “Goodbye Dorava, Aonith” She said cheerfully as Vega leapt from the greens back and landed upon Ebolath. The little lizard gave a chirp and began to preen his wings. Ebolath raised her head to blink sleepily at the little lizard. She then proceeded to and then lay it down again, bespeaking Corinth as she did so. I will have to keep trying then. Does your’s like shiny things? Raymine’s Vega loves them. Perhaps lots of males like things that shine. I could try to get yours one of his own. The small green settled happily into the warm sand and soon fell into a deep sleep.
“You are welcome Corinth.” Raylin said simply before taking her hair out of it’s braid and rinsing the sand out of it. She then began to wade back toward Ebolath. “How is Stupid anyway? I haven’t seen him in awhile. Is Mir your fire lizard? I heard you mention that you owned one. What color is he?” The weyrling queried as she wrung out her clothes as best she could and settled next to her dragon on the sand.
After a few moments of silence she again spoke. “You two can go if you like. I am just going to wait for my clothes to dry before I rouse Ebolath and go back to the barracks to get ready for the feast. Thank you very much for helping her swim Corinth. I know she had a nice time.” She stroked her sleeping hatchling and then turned her attention towards her small flitter who gave a loving croon as he stretched out on the green’s back. Hers was having a nice time too was she not? The girl smiled as she sent her flitter loving reassurances that yes she was having a good time.
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Post by Avu on Jan 13, 2009 16:46:25 GMT -5
((I'm sorry for the horribly long wait. >< I kinda forgot...and then backread the cBox and had an epic failure.))
Corinth crooned softly, as if in agreement to Ebolath's statement. T'ridhis needed more friends, yes he did. He knew His was capable of being friendly (maybe), but mostly, the hostility that came off immediately drove people off, the exact effect that the bronzerider often sought. Unlike some people, who were simply incapable of making friends, T'ridhis just prefered not to; apparently, it was easier not to have the trouble and frustration that came with making friends. And of course, his upbringing in Selenitas Hold hadn't helped matters whatsoever, what with his fostermother giving him anything he wanted, whenever he wanted. I would appreciate that very much, little one, the bronze stated quietly to his daughter, I'm sorry, though; Mine is not very interested in shiny objects, nor is he particularly neat, so he's unfortunately more likely to loose any small item in the disaster area he calls a weyr than to be able to enjoy it.
Disaster area he called a weyr?!
T'rid glared at Corinth, lips tightening in his disapproval as he thoughtlessly, automatically, answered Raylin's questions, more interested in preserving the honor of his "disaster area" than in sating the greenweyrling's curiosity. What in Faranth's name do you mean by - "Stupid's alive. For time being. I wouldn't depend on him to remain in said state for any length of time." /Disaster area/?! I know /exactly/ where everything is! "Yes, Mir's my fire lizard." So I'll thank you not to insult my weyr, especially not to greens! "He's a blue, like...like yours..." He waved a hand vaguely in Vega's direction, and then glanced at Corinth in time to catch the nearly inaudible hum of amusement. Even /you/ ocassionally trip over things in your weyr... In mornings! Early mornings. When /you/ wake me up so /you/ can hunt...
Go? Yes...they should go. Somewhere more private, because apparently ranting here was not going to work. Think she'll mind if you get out of the water completely nude? Corinth queried. Ah, yes. That sticky problem...T'rid sighed, rolling his eyes to himself as Corinth rumbled, eyes swirling in his amusement as the bronze yawned, standing up in the river. Water slipped from his sides and splashed back into the river as the water level dropped drastically, though this time, it didn't particularly matter, as T'rid had already scrambled out of the river anyway, grabbing his towel deftly and wrapping it around his waist as he picked up his clothes, running his free hand over them experimentally to check their dryness. Satisfied that there were no big wet spots anywhere, he turned his attention to drying himself off, until Corinth huffed softly.
I will fly you. Don't bother. Let's go. T'rid blinked, nodded slowly, and then gave a slight shrug, throwing his pants and tunic and belt over his shoulder and, keeping the towel around his waist, he glanced at Raylin. "No drowning," he instructed her, before Corinth huffed again and he jumped onto the bronze's shoulder, settling just in front of the slender bronze's shoulders. The little green was asleep, or Corinth would have undoubtedly spoken a farewell to her. As it was, he silently unfurled his wings, leaping into the air and veering to catch a thermal that slid under his wings and sent him upward swiftly, leaving the river behind.
And...thread closed, I guess. <3
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