Anywhere but Here [Chim!]

[Raining]

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(sorry for the novel Chim XD)


Rest Day... finally.

Weyrlinghood was probably more frustrating than sitting around as a Candidate. He didn't mind doting on Fortath at all, in fact he looked forward to the washing and oiling... it meant he could get a chance to breathe passed all the lessons and sharding learning. There were days where he felt his head would explode, and then there were the days were they learned how to "butcher" -- he was pretty sure he had to keep himself from throwing up each time. Though... he will admit its getting easier to hanlde, and Fortath does a great job at keeping his mind busy.

In fact, unless Al'dr needed it, Fortath would rarely give him time to think by himself. Ever since that fated meeting with K'var after the hatching, after he reassured Fortath that he didn't blame him in the slightest. This was the truth, he wanted this life... sure being forced to stay away from Kai was hard, really hard in fact but being a Dragonrider was something he's dreamed of for a very long time. Even though its only been a handful of months, he couldn't imagine life before Fortath. He sorely missed K'ius and he was still really confused about the surfaced feelings, but Fortath occupied most of his time and his mind (which he was thankful for).

Now speaking of the 'little' blue he wasn't so small anymore. In fact he's grown rapidly, and the time between washing and oiling has decreased. Now he was still thinner than the other blues in his class, but there wasn't anything wrong with him -- especially after everything he's eaten.

Today Al'dr was more than happy to sit inside. While he was restless and itching to go out and run... there was this small, insignificant thing that kept him inside with his door firmly shut. Snow. Winter was the bane of his existence and he really didn't want to go out. It was bright out, and there wasn't a cloud in the sky... the light almost beckoned you. But it was a lie, everyone knew that if there wasn't a cloud in the sky it meant the air was sharp and very very brisk. No thank you.

So there he sat lounging against his Blue, Tali was curled up on his chest, her head tucked under his chin purring softly. Her purring was relaxing, but it didn't quell his restless shifting, his fingers drumming against his stomach.

Al'dr. I'm bored, and you're making me restless. Lets go outside, c'mon it will be fun! I don't want to sit in here today. "Tough, i'd rather be bored in here... than cold out there." The blue snorted, I know you want to get out and do something. Actually, you know what? Al'dr barely had time to question what his blue was going on about when his 'couch' suddenly up and moved, his head smacking against the stone floor. Tali tensed up suddenly, all her claws digging into his chest/collarbone. Al'dr hissed, holding his head with one hand and attempting to reassure the kitten so she doesn't claw him anymore. "Was that really necessary? Shards," he snipped.

Fortath hummed slightly amused as he dipped his head to gently nudge Tali off his chest. Once done the dragon took the collar of Al'dr's shirt in his mouth and helped hoist his rider to his feet. We're going out, or I'm going out without you.. To show his rider that he was serious he meandered to the door and tried to work it open. "Don't leave. Hold on, wait!" Al'dr dove for his coat, slipping on some boots... practically stumbling out the door after his Dragon.

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Don't look so sour, Love. Al'dr replied with a incoherent grumble of words. His arms were folded across his chest, and he huffed in a way that would make K'ius scowl look harmless. "Go play. I'll just stand here and freeze."

Fortath trotted away several feet, snow flying in his wake, but even though Al'dr couldn't see it there was a mischievous gleam in his eyes. He wasn't normally the prankster type, but there was a part of Al'dr's personality that was rubbing off... and well Al'dr was being a big baby. The blue rider was looking away, unimpressed by all the glittering snow. He wanted Fortath to have all his fun so he can clamber back inside and curl up with a hot mug of klah.

Fortath laughed, well... cackled more like for a second more physical than mind voice. He pushed the snow a bit with his tail to test it. It was light and fluffy, yet heavy enough for some good distance with the right amount of force. Oh Al'drLove...

[/color] "What is i---!!!!" When Al'dr turned to look at his dragon, his question was suddenly cut off as his eyes widened. Fortath grinned, an impressive show of teeth before twisting and swinging his tail into the snow....

And all over Al'dr.

He looked absolutely mortified, and outraged... with just the right amount of shock. His expression was absolutely priceless, and Fortath fell over laughing. Your face!

The blue weyrling bit the inside of his cheek, brushing off the snow glaring daggers at his dragon, but Fortath was still gutting himself to really pay attention. "Yup... laugh it up." he began to say as he grabbed a handful of snow. Underneath the fluffy newly fallen snow, was the more packed stuff. With cold fingers he gathered enough to make one loosely packed snowball -- and tossed it at his dragon. His draconian laughter was instantly cut off as he looked rather shocked. But a toothy grin soon spread across his muzzle and he rolled to his feet, so he does play!! The blue suddenly charged Al'dr and skidded to a stop sending a biig wave of snow flying everywhere.

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[Chimera]

((NO WORRIES I WROTE A WORSE NOVEL ;;))

Weyrlinghood had been a breeze. Not had been just yet - there were still the finals, the big graduation tests, both written and flown...the end of this great big turn-and-a-half journey was full of "goodies" like that.

Oh, and Nora's personal favorite. Flight talks. Fascinating, awkward, and fascinatingly awkward. Aypoth was going to Fly in the future, and purple Shobhaith was likely going to Chase, considering how flirty he was. Though knowing her pink dragon, Aypoth wasn't interested in the more showy males - but who knew? Nora still had a crush on K'ius, but she acknowledged that it was a crush now, and maybe one-sided - and not welcome until she graduated. Kai and Ghols could be into each other for all Nora knew - while she'd been weeping at the bloodshed of the recent cross-species hatching, she'd seen Ghols treat Kai like...a...friend. Actually, no, she thought scrap that. Aleksandr, or Al'dr now that he'd Impressed to a blue, was best friends with K'ius - but were they more than that? Gossip had spread about the two, but was it true? Part of Nora didn't want to believe it, but the fact she hadn't seen K'ius and his best friend in the same room for a while and the way the former had been acting made her confused.

Though the romantic stuff between them was up for debate, Nora and K'ius were definitely friends. K'ius and Al'dr were definitely friends. Nora and Al'dr? Not. She hadn't meant her threat of Aypoth eating the dude back when he was still a Candidate seriously - not that the kind pink dragon would ever do that - but the pinkrider had a definite dislike for him. It was mainly out of the fact she wasn't sure how to get to know him, and the jealous side of her that still remained from her friendless days of childhood.

The thoughts were at the back of the mind this fine winter day. Nora was in her Weyr, attempting to get Oraiste to warm up to her while training her at the same time. The orange had remained the careful, fearful self she was at her hatching - and while careful was fine, fearful was not. Nora tried to reassure her that she wasn't a bad "giant", but Oraiste remained distant. But today, there was progress - Oraiste was slightly more relaxed, jumping from Aypoth's forehead and clumsily gliding to the ground. Imni watched stoically, poised to save her adopted orange daughter from certain doom if she fell. The green and Nora exhaled softly as Oraiste made a safe landing. Ceannaire, the current leader of the fair, did not care for Oraiste. She would overthrow him as the fair-and-square leader of the fair when she grew up, he was sure of it, and so he watched her disdainfully. Oraiste did not care for her bronze fairmate either. But their rivalry was one prevented for the present day by Imni.

Nora clapped, smiling.

"Three cheers for Oraiste!"

Imni peeped approvingly.

Jade lended an ohm from her "meditation spot" in Nora's weyr.

Triantan chirped loudly, eyes whirling a delighted green. He continued ululating happily at his orange fairmate, and did not stop until he crash-landed onto Aypoth's face.

I am slowly drowning in these adorable creatures...Oh, but he is still learning. Nothing to fear, dear Triantan. The pink rose slowly, drinking in the fraction of cold-weather gale that drafted into the weyr. What do you say we play outside? I don't remember much of last Turn's winter. I don't remember much of last Turn in general, though. Which is a shame! I wish I had a longer memory, but dragons tend to not have that. Oh well. It will be like experiencing snow for the first time all over again, then! She bugled optimistically.

Uh...I...guess? You know, I think I'm going to crash for the night...

Day. Aypoth reminded.

Well...I just don't want to go outside in the snow... Nora sighed, draping a fur over her back - even winter clothes weren't enough on their own to defend from the cold. She reached for her cup of klah on the nightstand next to the cot she was sitting in - the "nightstand" was part of the natural stone, a perk of this particular weyr. Sturdier than any woodcraft.

You need your exercise, Rest Day as it is, Nora. Come on. It will be fun! The pink dragon shuffled over to her rider, sniffing at the rising scent of the spiced beverage.

Fiiiine, Mommm.

Well, let's go, then..."Mom." Aypoth laughed with her mindvoice, Nora's mock-dramatic voice an unintentional parody of the pink dragon's actual mother.

***

A few minutes later a bundle of layered fur coats with a human being possibly inside made its way to the Weyr bowl, hoping to get this snow playing thing over with so she could go inside again.

I challenge you, Mine, to a good-natured snowball fight! Aypoth announced, her paws rolling up some snow, turning around, and slamming her tail into the pile. It near-entirely covered Nora in snow.

No fair! You didn't even warn me!

Aypoth was silent. She would have responded, were it not for the similar dragon-rider snowball fight going on near them. Leaning down, the pink dragon brushed some snow off of Nora and galloped over to Al'dr and Fortath, the girl clumsily - and angrily - following.

"Hello there, fellow snow-creature," The weyrling said, exasperated by her pink's antics, until she actually looked at the boy's face. "Sandr, s-s-Al'dr? Uh...hey! Haven't seen you in a while. Need some help with your dragon, huh? Congrats on Impression! I mean, since you're Kai's friend and all...I thought I'd talk to you again. So what's up? Want to continue that snowball fight, with a third party added?"

Why, hello there, young dragon! I am pink Aypoth of Nora, and I believe Yours and Mine have a certain mutual purpleriding friend...but anyways, how are you enjoying this lovely weather? I just love the snow! Nora's fair of flits did also - even Oraiste was fascinated by the stuff. She and Imni quietly flapped about, enjoying the weather from the spot where Nora usually rode Aypoth. Ceannaire was "training" Triantan to be his right-hand man - or right-paw flit, rather. Really, it just meant an excuse to have a flying race, which he'd obviously win.