Going Stir Crazy (Ember/Open)

[Rowana]

No matter the reason, being inside nearly all the time was awful. Merridan scowled darkly at the Burimyu walls. True, it was a beautiful and large place to stay, but it still felt like a rat in a cage some days. Chaoth was just too large to go very far without being seen, and the dragon's dislike of sitting still was starting to get to her too. Missions outside the Weyr were too few and far apart. The Gather had been a welcome relief and a great excuse to see her father and brothers again, but it had been too short.

"Father would be ashamed," Mer snorted wryly. "Imagine a Hyphen kid tired of being in caves." It was a generalization, sure, but she had grown up going in and out of mine tunnels her whole life. It is for the best, Chaoth reminded her wearily. He lounged on his ledge, watching the razorclaws hunting in the distance. He wished he could fly like they could. How was he expected to keep fit if he couldn't practice?

Vikky whizzed by, chattering excitedly with Auran on her tail. At least some people didn't mind being cooped up, Mer thought. The odd, little green turned a corner and stopped, causing Auran to over take her. What was this? Vikky hovered briefly in front of a door. Why doors were supposed to open! This would never do. She fussed with the handle, even as Auran returned to scold her loudly. Bad Vikky! Did she know she was breaking and entering?

[dragon]

There wasn't anything to do at the moment. Not that there really was ever anything really constructive to do. All the paranoia of not getting found kept the hush hush on anything that he could really turn his hand to. He'd covered so very much ground outside from his aimless walks that there was little he hadn't seen. And he'd walked every inch of it besides, rather than flew over it. So now he was walking inside. Even though he'd spent a great deal of time inside of a forge or smithy, somehow regular old inside just didn't interest him much. Or maybe it was the lack of anything to do.

Storm was sprawled across the ample room that was the top of C'oar's shoulder, tail draped around the back of the man's neck. Despite being a Bronze, he just didn't measure up enough to really look like a Bronze when it came to sprawling on C'oar. But at the sound of flitters squawking at each other his head came up and his eyes opened to stare in that direction.

It was a strange thing to hear indeed, and C'oar's steps turned to find out what it was about. He found the pair quite easily given the racket. It appeared that a green was trying to open a door, while the blue was trying to stop her. Why would a flitter want to open a door when they could between past it? He didn't know. But he did know that if that flitter succeeded in opening that door, there would be all hell to pay when the occupant woke up for it.

Seeing as he was the only body in any range of area, he'd be the one to have to deal with it too. Walking over, C'oar reached out to catch the green. "Where's your person, hm?" He asked. As big and fierce looking as he might be, especially with a two-handed sword across his back that he often wielded single-handed, there was nothing but gentleness in his grasp or words. "Trust me, you really don't want to know what's slumbering behind that door." He assured the green, before tucking her against his chest and reaching out a hand to try and catch the blue too. Never mind that both being flitters could abandon ship at any moment on him.

Leaning forward over C'oar's shoulder, Storm chirred curiously at Vikky in greeting. He knew he'd seen her about somewhere, but he was half-awake at the moment and couldn't recall where.