[prp] The Measure of Fear [Raiden/?]

[Sweet Symmetry]

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Raiden [WW] - 18 - he/his/him - Candidate/Apprentice Beastcrafter

Raiden watched the sun set. He stood, crouched over the shore of the water, picking smooth stones from the golden sand, Ghost flittering after VTOLs with an aggressive passion.

Flick. Flick. Flick. Flick. Sploosh.

Four. That was a pretty poor effort. He frowned, brows puckering in consternation. This was so frustrating. Why couldn't the lessons be easy? Even after four Turns he still managed to muck it up.

And the eggs had gotten upset too. Was this a sign? Some ominous foretelling of what was to come?

Flick. Flick. Flick. Flick. Flick. Sploosh.

His twin would know, of course. She was going to make a fine rider one day, brilliant and shining. And his other sisters… Well. Hopefully he measured up.

Fear staked his heart. He slipped into the sand, wrapping his arms around his legs, and watched the last of the light leak away from the sky. Ghost came to settle on his shoulder, chirping comfortingly, his low murr an accompaniment to the soothing lap of waves.  

[Uta]

Sweet Symmetry

Hope you don't mind! I've been wanting to break in some new characters. :3

There was nothing quite like a day at the beach, and S'tehl had spent his rest-day relishing every moment. He'd soaked up the sun during the afternoon, he'd swam with Sanrienth on and off throughout the day, gorged on redfruit, melon, and meatrolls he'd packed that morning, and dozed comfortably against Sanrienth, half-buried in sand. While friends had long since come and gone, the bluerider was determined to get every ounce of pleasure out the day. Tomorrow would mean sweeps, drills, and deliveries. While he didn't mind the work, he was also in no rush for it to begin.

Walking up the shore, with Sanrienth periodically splashing behind him, dusk had gripped the Weyr. He almost wouldn't have noticed Raiden, sitting upon the sand, except for the inquisitive cheeping of Trick.

The brown flit threw himself off his shoulders, and immediately circled Ghost and Raiden. His eyes whirled a bright blue-green, and peeped curiously at them both. Mrrrp? Cheep-cheep! The little brown chattered happily at the pair, only too happy to find a seaside surprise. Friends? Friends! New friends!

"Who are you harassing now?" He asked the brown, hurrying his pace only slightly so he might save Raiden from his brown's antics. Sanrienth was in no such rush--though he did peek past His to watch the evening's happenings.
"Get back here." He ordered--or at least tried to. Trick was... less than well-behaved. Clearly.