A Dreary Afternoon.... [Knight]

[Nia]

It was a dreary, chilly Autumn day. Perfect for a walk by the lake, right? Apparently. Engrye leaned against a tree with Desearth curled up next to her, enjoying the dreary weather. I like this weather,

[/i] the dragon said cheerily, surprising Engrye. The red-head glanced at the dragon, then back to the book she was reading. One of the few books to be found in Dalibor, and Engrye considered herself lucky to come across it. Anyway, the Cyan's words really surprised her. Really? I thought you'd prefer sunshine. Engrye also happened to like the overcast skies. Perhaps that was why Desearth liked it. They did share a mind.

I do,[/i] she said cheerily, scooting closer to Engrye in order to lay her head on the girl's book, or well, what she'd attempted to do was lay her head in Engrye's lap. But it's nice, EngryeMine! And it makes you happy.[/i] The Cyan was in a good mood. Engrye supposed that was just her nature, to be in good moods. But it certainly wasn't the red-haired girl's nature, and adapting to be around someone so happy all the time was... well, it was difficult.

But at least Desearth was happy, she supposed. The dragon curled closer to Hers, almost knocking Engrye over. She was getting larger, and she was growing fast. Soon she wouldn't be able to walk around with Hers anymore. But then they'd be able to fly together. Engrye didn't want to admit it outloud to anyone, not even to herself, but the prospect of flying with Desearth really excited her. She couldn't wait to fly. Not that she'd show her newfound happiness to anyone else. To everyone else, she was the girl that never smiled and made witty comments. She prided herself on this.

Desearth did like her to get along with others, though, and Engrye was worried that might one day "tame" her, to an extent. It was a scary though. She didn't want to think about it. Desearth? she asked, and the dragon made a noise that meant she was faking sleep. Then she giggled. The Cyan wasn't very good at pretending. Can you get off my book? I'd like to finish reading. Engrye finally said with a light sigh. The dragon scrambled out of Her's lap immediately, ruining any kind of peace they were having. I didn't mean to do that! You're just so comfortable.[/i] Engrye couldn't quite understand how she could say such apologetic words and sound so cheerful about them. It's fine, she muttered, and went back to reading.[/blockquote][/size]

[theknightwhosaysni]

T'lar hadn't really been in the mood for a walk, but Fee had insisted. Quite loudly and vehemently, in fact. The Purple had been rather annoyed with the overcast skies, which had kept him indoors upon T'lar's insistence. He wasn't in the mood to worry about Fee catching a cold or something in this weather, so they were going to stay indoors as much as possible and entertain themselves around the Barracks.

That had only lasted for so long, though, and a candlemark (at most) later, Fee had been itching to go outside. At least he wasn't itching literally. T'lar had kept up pretty well with oiling his dragonet, and his hide appeared to be in pretty good condition.

Anyways, now, at the young Purple's insistence, they were headed for the lake. Fee had mentioned something about getting dirt on his claws before they'd left, and needing a bath as well, and T'lar wasn't really in the mood for fighting. If they were both going to get wet, they might as well get wet properly.

So that was how they'd ended up walking towards the lake, T'lar looking thoroughly annoyed and Fee looking quite satisfied.

Hey, T'larMine, look at that! Isn't that that girl, Engrye? Fee's voice sounded quite suddenly in T'lar's mind, making him jolt.

"Yes, it is Engrye." he glowered in the girl's general direction, his eyes narrowing slightly. "Didn't I tell you about her?"

Yeah, yeah, I know you don't like her much, but you ought to let me form my own opinions. She doesn't look that bad. She's just sitting under a tree, reading with her dragonet. You ought to do that with me sometime.

"How long would you put up with that?" T'lar asked with a snort, "You know something would get you annoyed and then you'd want to go and clean off your claws and fix your wings and make sure your hide was shiny back in the warmth of the Barracks." his voice sounded vaguely annoyed, but they both knew he didn't mean it. T'lar loved Fee, and Fee loved T'lar. They might be very different, but they did love each other quite a bit.

Would not! Fee said irritably, beginning to walk forward again. Anyways I want to go meet Engrye. She must be very weird to sit right there beneath the tree and just read. How could anyone do that? It must be very boring. Does that mean she's boring?

T'lar snorted, "She's anything but boring. Annoying people are not boring, they're annoying." Didn't clarify much of anything, but T'lar was already jogging after Fee, and they reached Engrye and Desearth soon enough.

Hello, hello, I'm Feeroneth! Fee directed his words towards Desearth happily, while T'lar looked disgruntled and his voice was distinctly less happy, "Hello, Engrye."

Fee just had to feel the urge to meet the dragon of the one girl he hated almost as much as L'am, didn't he?

That and the fact that T'lar really felt uncomfortable in the clothes that Fee had insisted that he wear. All of his more formal clothing would be in really bad shape by the time this season was over. And Fee wasn't just going to be with him for a season, insisting that he dressed nicely, they were going to be together forever.

Well, it was better than nothing. Plus, Fee was far more interesting than any bronze could ever be.

ooc:||
Ugh. Sorry for the fail, Nia, my muse died halfway through it. ><

[Nia]

Engrye was rather engrossed in her book. It was one of the few non-records they had at Dalibor, and she was enjoying it a lot. Records were interesting, but really, sometimes she just wanted some plain entertainment without actually learning anything. Desearth had dozed off into a state close to sleep, her tail swishing back and forth occassionally. Was she dreaming? Could dragons dream? Shouldn't Engrye feel tired herself, if her dragon was sleeping? It was sometimes difficult to focus on her book with such an... interesting creature next to her. Even if said interesting creature was quite possibly the happiest little thing on the planet. Not that Engrye didn't like happy... she just didn't like happy when it was always around her.

But... she was fine with Desearth, and she wasn't sure why. Normally she'd get annoyed with such happy, idolistic natures, but she liked Desearth. Was she supposed to? It was her dragon. Naturally they'd have to end up liking each other in the end. Desearth giggled lightly again, letting Engrye know she wasn't really sleeping. Quite suddenly, she sat up, scrambling so she was sitting next to Hers, rather than laying down. Look, Mine! Another dragon!

[/i] Engrye glanced up and frowned, her good mood evaporating. Shards, not that wherrybrain. Well, if he knew what was good for him, he wouldn't come over and bother her.

I don't think he knows what's good for him, EngryeMine! We can teach him, since he's coming this way,[/i] Desearth said innocently, making Engrye really want to facepalm. But she refused to allow T'lar to see any more of her emotions. He was the only person at this Weyr that had made her lose her temper, and she hated him for it. She still hated him for it. But Desearth was elated that Feeroneth had decided to come over and talk to them. Hi Feeroneth! I'm Desearth! You're a very pretty color,[/i] she complimented cheerily, her tail swishing around some more.

Engrye kept her eyes narrowed in a sort of dismissive way. She didn't care about T'lar, and she was going to make this true. Not caring about someone was far worse than hating them, because when you hated someone... you cared about them. So Engrye kept up her annoyed, dismissive expression. "Do you have a reason for coming over here?" she asked, her voice with it's usual airy tone. But it didn't take long for her to actually look over T'lar and just what he was wearing. She felt her mouth twitch into an almost-smile, but forced it (and the almost-laughter) back down. "What are you wearing?" her tone of voice was significantly more sarcastic and she had to resist the urge to smirk, "Planning on taking L'am out to a romantic dinner?"[/blockquote][/size]

[theknightwhosaysni]

Fee smiled cheerfully as Desearth replied. She was complimenting him! See, His could learn a bit from this pretty Cyan. Pointedly, Feeroneth shot a glance in T'lar's direction, but His hardly seemed to notice it. Why, thank you![/i] Feeroneth grinned draconically, swishing his tail happily, You are a lovely color as well, Desearth.[/i] He smiled a little wider before subsiding cheerfully.

You could learn from this Desearth...[/i] Feeroneth thought reproachfully to His, who shook his head as if a fly was bothering him.

T'lar was currently pointedly ignoring Fee. He didn't have time to be distracted by his purple when this sharding dimglow was right in front of him. He wouldn't put it past her to launch herself at him and claw him up or something. They'd never gotten along well, and this meeting wouldn't change a thing except Feeroneth would be perfectly happy chattering away with Desearth or whatever her name was...

"Other than to annoy you?" T'lar shrugged, "Personally, I don't think I need a reason to come over here. It's not like you're going to stop me." At least now he was taller than her, standing up compared to sitting down.

"What does it look like? I'm wearing clothes." T'lar snorted to himself, "Not that I'd put it past you to need someone to explain that to you." T'lar grinned to himself as he glanced towards the lake.

The water that close made him feel rather awkward, and he was sure his stance would show it as he leaned subtly forward, away from the water.

He sputtered indignantly at her next words. "Sorry, but that's your job." he pulled himself together in time for a not-so-witty retort, and T'lar glanced smugly downwards, looking proud of the comment he'd pulled together, even if it wasn't the greatest retort he'd ever come up with.

Honestly, that was waaay below the belt. T'lar frowned to himself as his smug smile gave way to a fierce glare.
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