Post by kevna on Sept 18, 2018 18:33:12 GMT -5
Day after Weyrlings Training with Candidates
He was so excited. Feeding was done, and normally after feeding Agureyth would need a nap, but this time Tak'ril was putting his foot down. His bondmate really needed a bath. I don't smell that bad. His dragon stated grumpily, resenting any time taken away from his naps. "You think that because you are so used to your own after food smell. Come on, the beach is fun!" If Tak'ril pranced, he would be prancing, but instead he used his long legs to speed up the walk onto the beach. He was going to have Agureyth bathe in the ocean this time. He wanted to see how his bondmate would react to the waves, the smell, and breeze. Tak'ril had lived most of his life on the ocean, and he desperately wanted his dragon to love it as much as he did.
Right, right, let's make this quick. I like my afternoon naps. His dragon sped up to, and they were closing on the ocean.
Tak'ril could feel his excitement grow as the salty breeze blew his unruly brown hair, but his eyes were on his dragonet. He loved to watch the wary, tilted look his dragon gave new things, and listen to the cautious plans he would make in reaction to the new things. As they reached a the still safe distance of ten feet from the waves, his dragon suddenly stopped. His eyes turned a greenish-yellow, reflecting the caution and worry of this moving new thing.
"It's just water." He side bumped his dragonet, who continued to look at the ocean warily.
Well, I know that. Came the cheeky reply, but the dragon still didn't move.
Tak'ril rolled his eyes, and gave a crooked smile before plopping down on the sand and leaning back until his elbows hit the grainy sand. He burrowed up memories of laughter and fun that had occurred while on the beech, shipfish he had seen while swimming, and colorful yummy fish he had caught while at sea. He watched from the corner of his eye as his bonded perked up at the idea of the fish, but still didn't prompt him to move.
With a mischievous crooked smile he finally said, "Well, I guess the longer we are out here, the less nap time you will get."
His dragon's head swiveled to give him a morose look, and then he slowly crept toward the ocean. The little (but still big for his clutch) bronze hit wet sand before he hit water, and he crouched as a rather large wave swooped in, picking up an awkward forelimb as if to test the water. Then the water hit, and the bronze, unprepared for the pressure and strength of the ocean, tripped, landing face-first into the shallow water.
The tumble caught his rider by surprise, and a large laugh burst forth from deep in Tak'ril's chest.
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