[PRP] Incoming! (Demodeth/Alenciath + Riders)

[Smerdle]

Demodeth sat at the water's edge with a deep sigh, timing his breaths until they slowed to a natural rhythm. He still wanted to rest, but he was mildly troubled by how winded he had become after such a minor exertion. Maybe Alenciath had the right idea with all of the activity she engaged in, as much as it pained him to think it.

I usually prefer to sleep closer to the barracks. Can you think of anything we might play on the way back that doesn't involve running? Hiding, perhaps? Or flapping?

He looked down at the shoreline, dipping a toe further in and nudging at an interesting looking rock.

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[demon_pachabel]

Bonk! Alenciath leaned the top of her head against Demodeth's cheek as she considered his question about games. Hmmmm. Then, she took a bounding leap towards the Barracks, half flaring her wings for dramatic emphasis.

Wingleader! she decreed, a game she'd suggested to a few of their clutchmates by this point. And you can be Wingleader! Alenciath added helpfully before romping back to see what he was looking at. Her eyes whirled a curious blue as she splashed her own foot into the water oblivious next to his.

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Wingleader = Simon Says

 

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The bronze nodded. Wingleader. He stood again and lightly prodded her splashing foot. I was looking at the rock. It was too big for R'in to use in any of his projects, but that only made Demodeth wish he had hands so that he could use it himself. He sent Alenciath a brief image of himself picking up the rock with wiggly human fingers before he turned around and strolled toward the weyr.

Wingleader says, lift one wing. He did so.

R'in continued to jog, even after Demodeth informed him that they were turning around. "Should we meet them or wait?" he asked Fahn. Honestly, he preferred to catch up, even if it meant backtracking. He didn't think of himself as the overbearing, nervous sort, but he definitely felt more at ease when he could see his dragon in the flesh.

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I see! The mental image earned a peel of laughter - though from a dragon her age it was more of a squeaky honk. It certainly didn't help that her understanding of human fingers was something closer to hands having tentacles attached to them, rather than something that was made of bone and tendon. Anatomy? Didn't know her.

Alenciath turned to trot alongside Demodeth, happily falling into stride with him and lifting one of her wings straight up into the air, like a child raising their hand. Done!

Fahn had gotten no such update of the dragon's return - Alenciath so enthralled with a new game that wasn't immediately naps that she'd failed to inform her that they'd turned around. "What?" she stared at R'in with a brief flash of confusion before she reached out to Alenciath herself to find out what she should have already known. "Oh, well. No harm in getting a bit more walking in to meet up!"

It wasn't like she was worn out.

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