[PRP] Weyrwarming (Rio/Alya)

[Meepfur]

Life as a candidate was much the same as it had ever been, and if not for his dragon-bonded friends, it might have been easy to lose track of time.  But L'nik's and Isilje's dragons - L'nik's in particular - had grown by leaps and bounds in the last turn, and now those two friends from his first Hatching had graduated into fighting wings.  Meanwhile, Baihath had been doing his fair share of growing as well, and he and Alya had earned their very own weyr at last.  Rio was delighted for them, and while he had no real complaints about life in the candidate barracks - he did quite enjoy the nearness of so many others - he was perhaps just a little envious of having such personal space.  Personal space did have its uses, after all.

You could have more stuff, for instance!  And to celebrate, Rio had found and potted up the saddest, scraggliest, most ridiculous excuse for a plant he could find, to take up some of the space that Alya now had a relative wealth of.  Who didn't need or want a pathetic houseplant?  It was the perfect weyrwarming gift, if he did say so himself.  He strolled along with it tucked under his arm, while Queenie swooped in playful loops around him and sing-songed a happy greeting as they approached their destination.

Tsunake

And here is this other late thing.

 

[Tsunake]

After spending so much time in close quarters with people, both as a candidate and a weyrling, to suddenly find herself alone was a bit odd. Not that she was ever really alone, not anymore. Alya found herself flitting about her new space in delight, trying to place personal touches on it as best she could. i]But why does it matter? Baihath wanted to know, currently flopped onto his side so he could better peek through the door of the dwelling at his lifemate. You aren't going to spend much time in here anyway!

"That isn't the point!" She chided, pausing to give her quickly growing white a dimpled smile. Even just looking at him threatened to make her heart burst from the love that never failed to rush through her. "I have to sleep somewhere, so I want it to look nice! Or do you think I should sleep in the sand with you and perpetually look like a mess?"

Baihath's blue eyes whirled merrily at her teasing, and though he could see her point, that didn't mean it wasn't boring. Just then, a firelizard called out, and the white immediately bolted into sitting upright, bugling out a cheerful call for Queenie. Rio is here! He all but sang, prancing towards man, waggling his head to-and-fro like an excited canine. A brown streak flittered past as Patchwork chimed in with greetings of his own, apparently seeing it as his solemn duty to help guide the pair to their destination.

Alya peeked out the doorway, her grin spreading across her entire face. "Rio!" She called in turn, laughing even as she cast her eyes upwards. "And Queenie, too! As though this day couldn't get any better!"

Meepfur

Late? Me? Always.

 

[Meepfur]

Queenie gave a tiny, high bugle of delight at the sight of both the white dragon and her fellow flit, and fluttered about and trilled her happiness at the brown. Friend, friend!! Though she was far from the only flit in the barracks, Rio's fondness for Alya perhaps amplified her own for Patchwork - excitement, after all, was contagious!

Even as he laughed at the flits, Rio wriggled right back at Baihath - rather a silly motion for a fullgrown man carrying a potted plant, but when had he ever cared that much about looking ridiculous? - and moved to catch at his head with his free arm for a hug of sorts. And maybe some noogies. Nothing he would have to do to any other dragon, but this was Baihath. "Look at you! Big enough for your own weyr and everything!"

"Good choice, going for the beach," he approved, looking to Alya with a grin. "Much better than those stuffy old weyrs, even if it is a walk."

Tsunake

we can be perpetually late together~