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Lazy Afternoons; Tag Para/P'llel
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Jun 27 2011, 10:36 PM
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The Hatching was over. The sun was shining. The water was cool. It was a good day.
A soft breeze stirred short brown hair as it passed over the lake’s surface, catching spray and tossing it into the air. It was a glorious day for a bath, and two beings took full advantage of it. One, the young woman Ravelle, and the other the newest queen, the gold-green Amolith. The young woman watched her dragon play in the water, still completely in awe of her. To think she had walked into the Hatching a spectator and walked out a Weyrling. It was beyond her wildest dreams and all of her logical reasoning. By her thinking, Amolith should have picked someone more suited to her personality, someone who could lead with charisma and energy. Ravelle was the opposite. She could lead, yes, but quietly by example or in the background. She hated being the center of attention, but being the newest queenrider… Ravelle sighed. She’d have to get used to it for a while, at least.
It was odd, though, having Amolith’s presence in the back of her mind, always there. Ravelle was only used to having her own thoughts and emotions. Since Amolith chose her, she now had the gold-green’s as well, though she had to concentrate hard to feel them. The bond was there, yes, but it wasn’t incredibly solid. It would take work, Ravelle knew. But what scared her most? She’d impressed to a clutching dragon. Clutching meant Flight. Ravelle shook herself. No. That was not something she should think about now. Good thing Amolith interrupted her rider’s musings.
You really should try this, Ravelle, the gold-green called over her shoulder as she splashed in the shallows. The water feels amazing! I didn’t know anything could feel this good! This was the hatchling’s first experience with water outside of a quick rinse bucket after the hatching to clean her of egg goo and sand. Ravelle was very glad nothing more had to be rinsed from her hide given the danger of the felines that had attacked.
“I’ve already had my bath today, Amolith,” the young woman said with a wave from the shore, sitting with her knees tucked to her chest within a bound of the water should Amolith falter. Not that the dragon would given she was still so close to the shore as to be able to stand up.
But it feels so good! the young creature cried, turning to face her rider. Please?
Looking around her, Ravelle made sure there was no one within sight. She hadn’t brought a bathing suit—and yet she found bathing supplies behind her… Amolith must have planned that, but when Ravelle looked at the young hatchling, nothing but innocence showed in her frame. Sighing, the woman grabbed the supplies and stood, stripping out of her clothes. It helped her feel modest that she had chosen an area of the lake with a rocky outcropping that protruded several feet into the water. It gave her some cover and someplace to hide should anyone come up unexpectedly. Ravelle’s hold-bred nature was not easily changed.
Stripped to the buff, the girl quickly entered the water, the coolness sending goosebumps over her skin in a flash. But it was refreshing. Diving beneath the water, the young woman surfaced after a moment and treaded water, watching as Amolith began swimming out to her. The woman met her dragon part way.
See! I told you it felt good!
Ravelle just chuckled and paddled over to the rocky outcropping and its concealing bushes and trees. She set her bathing supplies on small ledges, balancing them so they didn’t fall back into the water as Amolith watched curiously. The dragon had already been bathed that morning, but with sand, not the sweet-smelling bar thing her rider grabbed.
That is an odd thing, the dragon commented, nudging it with her snout as her rider began scrubbing her body with it.
“It’s soap,” the rider answered before ducking under the water to rinse the suds off. “It gets my skin clean without tearing it like sand would. Your hide’s tougher than mine.” Amolith wasn’t so easily swayed, but snorted and contented herself to smell the bar again, not sure if she liked the scent. Ravelle did use sweet-sand in her hair, however, scrubbing it in and ducking under the water to rinse it out. So what if she’d already bathed that morning. Chores had made her tired and dirty, so the cleansing was incredibly refreshing. Running her hands through her hair, Ravelle didn’t even bother to stand back up, content to just lie on her back and close her eyes as Amolith paddled around, figuring out how to swim near the safety of her rider.
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P'llel stretched and yawned. Phew, that had been a hard morning of chores. He looked over at his baby companion, Quelarinth, who was stretching and playing with the tip of his tail, watching it wave back and forth. Very amusing for a baby dragon apparently. P'llel smiled. Though the hatching had been chaotic, it was nothing compared to actually getting used to being a dragon rider. Here he lay, a young man from Earth, on a completely different planet, bonded to a tiny brown dragon. Not many people could relate to that! It was an enormous feeling and he still hadn't quite grasped all of it yet, it kept coming to him in waves. Waves. P'llelMine! Can we go to the water? I itch I itch I itch! The dragonet in question was now rolling around on the ground in protest, his tiny limbs flailing wildly. P'llel laughed, "Alright little man, lets go for a swim!"
Though Quelarinth had never actually been for a proper swim before, P'llel was sure they'd be fine once they got there. He would look after his partner. As they walked leisurely down to the lake, the sunshine beamed down on both of them, leaving P'llel more than a little hot. He pulled off his dark shirt and let his toned chest absorb the sunlight. Much better. The slight breeze caressing him was enough to hold him until he got to the water at least, then he could cool down properly.
It took a lot longer than it should have to reach the lake, but that's what happens when your dragon is a little.. well.. strange. Quelarinth had insisted on running around a certain tree because the birds were chirping too loudly and then he needed to dig a little hole because, well, there hadn't been a reason for that, then there was the pit stop so he could check his wings were still perfect, and now he was galloping ahead of his rider determined to swim as soon as possible. Many people might have been frustrated by Quel's antics, but to P'llel it was his quirks that made him who he was. In fact, the young man quite admired his brown's spirit and energy, his enthusiasm was endless making him pretty inspiring!
When they finally reached the edge of the lake, Quelarinth jumped on the spot, waiting for His to get ready. Getting ready really only involved stripping for the young man as he had no inhibitions about the human body, especially his own. He was very comfortable with who he was. Slipping into the cool water, he invited the baby dragon to join him. He waited, arms reaching out for the brown until Quelarinth was ready to make the plunge. He was a td frightened, P'llel could feel it, but he was putting on a brave face, his snout all crinkled in concentration. At last he flopped in and splashed P'llel in the process, fear engulfing his little frame at first, only to be replaced by copious amounts of joy and happiness.
Swimming! I can fly in the water! Look P'llel! Look! I am the best dragon ever!
P'llel laughed and swam further out, keeping an eye on his partner following him. As they swam they rounded a rocky outcrop which joined the edge of the lake. Quelarinth squealed with delight when he saw Amolith there. Amolith! You are swimming too! He paddled and splashed his way over to her, completely ignoring her rider in his haste to join his sibling. P'llel grinned and waved at Ravelle, also swimming over, though at a gentler pace. "Hey there! Great minds think alike huh?" he said laughing, referring to both their decisions to take a dip on such a fine day.
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Jul 5 2011, 11:51 AM
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The sun warmed Ravelle's exposed skin, skin that normally didn't see such sun. But it felt good to laze about while Amolith occupied herself with swimming. The day's work had been a hard one, after all, and it seemed Amolith needed oiling and feeding every other hour. The life of a Weyrling was a busy one apparently. The sound of splashing reached her ears, but Ravelle ignored it as just Amolith playing around. As such, when P'llel came around the corner, he would get a very good view of Ravelle's...feminine charm.
Hello Quelarinth! the gold-green said happily as her brown brother swam around the outcrop, undulating her tail to swim over to him and nuzzle him affectionately. Is this your first time swimming too? Isn't it marvelous? she asked, flipping onto her back briefly before rolling over again, languishing in the cool water.
It was the combination of a voice and Amolith's sudden interest in something that warned Ravelle she wasn't alone. Lifting her head slightly, she caught sight of P'llel swimming over and instantly flushed. "Shards, P'llel!" were the first words out of her mouth as she ducked under the water up to her neck, surprised by the sudden appearance of her classmate. Comfortable as she was with her body, that did not include being nude in front of a man. Ah holder convservatism. Some things didn't change overnight. "Couldn't you have knocked first or something?" Ravelle was very careful to keep her arms in front of her chest, even under the water as most of her body was.
What is wrong, Ravelle? Do you not like Quelarinth's? the gold-green asked suddenly concerned with her rider's nerves. Quelarinth is nice, so I don't see why his rider wouldn't be. Ah hatchling innocence. She didn't understand the significance of clothes yet. Amolith looked to Quelarinth, her previous words audible to everyone gathered much to Ravelle's chagrin. Yours wouldn't be mean would he? He looks nice and you wouldn't pick someone who would hurt someone else, right? There was an undertone of threat in her words, but only barely. She didn't think Quel would pick someone who would hurt her rider, but that didn't mean she wouldn't protect Ravelle if necessary.
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Quelarinth was overjoyed when Amolith swam over to him and he nuzzled back with just as much affection. Yes! It is! I feel so light! He copied her movements, trying to roll in the water too, but he forgot to tuck his wings in and ended up only getting halfway. Shaking the water from his head he bugled his excitement and tried again.
P'llel meanwhile was a little confused at Ravelle's reaction. He had been pretty sure they'd gotten on well before this, why the sudden change? He kept his movements slow and easy, the complete opposite to her immediate dive underwater, hiding her body from view. Ohhhh... P'llel fought the urge to laugh, attracting Quel's attention for a moment. Quelarinth wasn't one to think before acting, he just acted. He wasn't used to the way his rider did things yet. But oh well, swim swim swim!
Shards. He hadn't thought of this. P'llel had quite forgotten how private and sensitive girls seemed to get when it came to nudity, especially around men. But he was her friend! He wasn't expecting her reaction to be so extreme! Still, he was taking it in good stead, no need for offence. Though he generally felt comfortable around most people, he knew that not everyone was like that. So he cut her some slack. "Em, knocked? Where exactly?" he asked, half smiling and gesturing around at the open lake.
Of course he is nice! I picked him and he picked me, Quelarinth hummed with satisfaction, as though his words would close the issue. He had no idea what was really going on either, but he was quite happy to explain all of the reasons why he loved P'llel if anyone asked. He looked at Amolith, I would never pick someone mean. P'llel saved me at the hatching, remember? He sent his memories of his hatching to Amolith and Ravelle, including his panicked feelings and how P'llel had tried to calm his down even though they hadn't bonded yet. He is a good rider. I promise!
P'llel smiled warmly at his little partner, Thank you for saying that, you really didn't have to, he whispered to Quel. The brown merely chirped and turned back to Amolith and Hers. He wasn't phased by the slight hint of a threat in her voice, he would be the same too if His was in danger. But they had nothing to worry about, everyone here was good!
P'llel wanted to make Ravelle feel more comfortable, but he wouldn't force the issue, so he asked her would she like to borrow his shirt to swim in. "I'm sure it will be big on you so you'll feel better and I don't mind walking back to the weyr without it, it's good to get a bit of sun sometimes! So at least then you can keep your own clothes dry." He smiled genuinely at her.
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Jul 6 2011, 11:28 AM
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And immediately Ravelle regretted what she said in haste. Was P'llel...was he laughing? Ravelle got redder if that was possible, and she gave a nervous chuckle, kicking slowly over to the rock where she could hide a little better. Sharditall! She thought today would have been a more...private occasion. It's why she stripped in the first place. She wasn't exactly expecting company. But company she did have, and even Ravelle couldn't fail to notice the trimness of P'llel's body. And then she worried about what P'llel could see of her and hoped that the water hid her well enough. Shards she felt like an idiot!
I didn't think you would pick someone who wasn't nice, Amolith agreed in all hatchling innocence, humming as Quel returned her nuzzle. If one thing could be said, Amolith was a touchy kind of affectionate. If she didn't touch someone during some course of the conversation, something was very wrong. See Ravelle? the gold-green said, turning to her rider after Quel had sent memories to both of them. I told you Quel would not pick a mean person.
Not worried about him being mean, Amolith... Ravelle answered her dragon, unsure of how to explain things to the young creature. Just...a little embarrassed at the moment.
Oh. Amolith cocked her head curiously. What does that mean? Ravelle suppressed a sigh, but promised she'd explain later.
"Sorry, P'llel," she said with a nervous smile, still holding most of her body below the water but forcing herself to relax a bit. "I'm still not used to...weyrlife," was said with a wave of her hand toward the Weyr in general. "I didn't mean to snap at you."
Ravelle, why do you want his shirt? Amolith asked, taking the thought directly from her rider's mind. Because it'd make me more comfortable. Pretty sure P'llel doesn't mind the buff. Amolith cocked her head, obviously still confused. Silly humans and their odd habits.
"Bigger is perfectly fine," Ravelle said with a nod and grateful smile. In fact, bigger would definitely be better in this case. More could be covered than if she got her own shirt. But that would involved getting out of the water, and Ravelle wasn't in the mood to go showing of her assets to P'llel. He was a friend, true, but some holdbred sentiments died very, very hard.
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P'llel felt guilty now for making Ravelle feel so uncomfortable. Had she reacted as he'd expected he'd have thought nothing of the situation, but now that she'd drawn attention to it he couldn't help but notice her pleasing curves. The moment was both humourous and awkward at the same time sharditall! But Quelarinth didn't seem to be bothered by any of it! He was feeling happy because Amolith was happy. He liked how affectionate she was and was only too glad to reciprocate, it made him feel like he belonged. He was also pleased that she approved of his rider, or at least he hoped she did and wasn't just saying so!
The little brown started absentmindedly swimming in imperfect circles around the beautiful gold green. Even in the water it seemed he couldn't stay still. His mind reached for His, Why is Amolith's not swimming and having fun Mine? P'llel wasn't exactly sure how to explain the situation to his dragon, complicated and embarrassing s it was. So he settled for, She's just waiting for me to get my shirt for, so she doesn't feel cold. Lame? Yes, yes it was. Especially considering how sunny it was outside! Quel seemed to pick up on the deceit a little, Does she think it will make her look nice too? The other hatchlings have talked about Theirs spending a long time on what to wear... But I think Ravelle is pretty! He let that last sentence be heard by all present. P'llel's hand immediately wanted to slap his forhead in exasperation, but he couldn't do that to Ravelle. Pretty is the right word P'llelMine isn't it? You thought it so I thought it too! Quelarinth whispered to him. Oh shards...
"I'll be back in a second," P'llel called as he swam back to the place he and Quelarinth had dived in. Wrapping the shirt up into a tight ball he flipped onto his back and held it above the water as he propelled himself back to the party. "Here Amolith, would you be so kind?" he asked, offering her the shirt.
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((*dies at Quel* oh it's a good thing P'llel hadn't thought something else!))
Amolith was more than happy to watch Quel swim around her, following him in a smaller circle of her own. It was rather awkward at times though because he kept looking back at her rider and Quel's rider. The gold-green didn't understand Ravelle at all right now. They had been having such fun! And then Quel an his rider had shown up--and the brown was a fun dragon an his rider nice--but Ravelle reacted oddly. With that face flush and everything. Amolith hadn't seen that before.
And it only got deeper at Quel's innocent comment. Amolith trilled happily and muzzled Quel. Thank you Quel! I think she's pretty too! She doesn't think so sometimes...
"Amolith!" Shards the dragon was going to be the death of her! The flush coloring her cheeks deepened, and only partially die to her own embarrassment. She was becoming much more aware of just how good P'llel looked. And he was Weyr-bred if she remembered correctly. Ah. That explained why he was more comfortable naked in the water. Thankfully he was getting his shirt for her, a fact Ravelle still gratefully appreciated.
Youre right, Quelarinth, the gold-green said as she paddled over to P'llel and carefully snatched his shirt from his hand. She did her best to keep it out of the water, but it was hard for a week-hatchling. Your rider is a very nice person for helping Ravelle. I don't know why she needs help, but he is nice for helping.
Ravelle didn't bother trying to keep the shirt dry. It was going to ge wet anyway. Making sure Her back was to P'llel with an anxious glance over her shoulder, she tossed it over her head and pulled it down. It was too big, but it covered her, making Ravelle instantly more comfortable.
"Thanks P'llel," she said with a nervous chuckle, running her hands through her hair and hoping P'llel took the hint that it was 'safe' to turn around. Of course, what shedidnt realize that a wet shirt clung very tightly to the skin, leaving very little to the imagination. "Again, sorry about snapping earlier. Normally I'm not so...rude," was finished with another soft chuckle. Shards she wasn't good at this sort of thing.
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Quelarinth was amazed that Ravelle didn't think she was pretty, and P'llel was starting to feel a little embarrassed at this stage. He tried to make himself feel better by convincing himself that the little brown's concept of pretty wasn't very clearly defined yet, so surely he didn't really know what he was saying. Yes, that was the perfect excuse right there. But buoyant dragon halted his circle swimming and turned to face his rider, But P'llel, I was just listening to you! Don't you think it too? OOOH! BUBBLES! Quelarinth was immediately and quite dramatically distracted by the ripples and pockets of air the two dragons had been making with their swimming. He dunked his head into the middle of the mass, raising it again, radiating pure joy, Amolith look! Look what we made!
Thank Faranth he was so easily distracted sometimes...
Thank you Amolith Quelarinth hummed proudly as P'llel drifted around the water, careful not to show anything below the waist. Though he had chosen not to wear shorts, he wasn't so rude as to make Ravelle feel any more uncomfortable. He turned around and waited for her to slip his shirt on when Amolith brought it to her. He grinned to himself a little, well this was turning out to be a more fun day than he'd expected. Quel's mind brushed against his, It really is good. Sharditall, he'd have to learn how to keep some thoughts from the enthusiastic brown or else he'd have no secrets left!
When the Gold-Green rider turned around P'llel swallowed hard, trying not to react too visibly. He smiled warmly, "No harm done, I didn't mean to startle you, I should have had Quel check if there was anyone around, I just didn't think of it!" He could see she was still nervous so it was his top priority to make her feel more at ease in his company, he kept his tone soft and gentle, his movements slow and his smile genuinely happy.
Swimming is fun!
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Shards, did Ravelle feel bad about all of this. No doubt she was making P'llel feel awkward thanks to her nerves and embarrassment about being caught in the buff. Oh, if she could crawl into a hole... I would come get you, Amolith commented with a glance back to her rider, simply stating fact. Shards, now Ravelle would have to learn how to keep Amolith from hearing certain things. If it was even hearing. I would rather you not keep things from me, Ravelle, the gold-green said with a tinge of worry. I don't want you to have to hide from me.
I don't love, the girl said quickly as she adjusted the over-large shirt so it covered the most skin. And it continued to stick tightly to her wet skin, not that she noticed. She just knew she wouldn't be leaving the water anytime soon since the shirt didn't quite cover that much. I'm just not used to having someone else privy to what I'm thinking.
Oh. Okay! Completely content with that answer, Amolith turned back to Quel delightedly, splashing about when he stirred up more bubbles and waves. She bugled in delight and dove under the water herself, blowing bubbles up at her brown friend. I bet bubbles tickle, she teased him before having to get to the surface for more air. Blowing bubbles took a lot of breath!
"It's quite alright," Ravelle said, forcing herself to stifle another nervous chuckle. Shards, when had she developed that habit? "I certainly don't own the lake." That was said with a genuinely amused chuckle as she relaxed. P'llel was a friend, after all. Now that the shock was wearing away, she could remember that. "Though we might want to make sure these two don't try, hm?"
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P'llel laughed happily, it was good to be able to talk with a fellow rider. After the hatching he hadn't had much time to mingle with the other weyrlings, especially since they still hadn't had there first lesson yet. He reveled every moment he shared with Quelarinth, but it was much more enjoyable when he could share the experience with.
Quelarinth watched in fascination as Amolith dived underwater and blew bubbles up and around them. If dragons could giggle, Quel would have been doing so. He chittered and chirped as the bubbles really did tickle him, rolling over in the water and splashing about. It does Amolith! I'll show you! He ducked his own head into the lake and tried to blow his own bubbles. Snorting wildly he spluttered when water got up his nose and P'llel actually ended up bursting out laughing.
"Are you alright buddy?" he chuckled. Looking back at Ravelle he nodded over to the crazy young ones, "They're so full of life aren't they? Absolutely fantastic." He was starting to feel his more comfortable self again and saw that perhaps Ravelle was a little better too.
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