What Will Be (Tov/Maz'ru)

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Isali :: Green Zyrath

Threadfall lessons were always fun- in both a sarcastic and truthful way. As ever, Zyrath was insistent on her ability to fly without a rider, growling insults whenever Isali tried to point out that, in fact, she couldn't. How would she get firestone when she ran out? How would she go between if she were scored? True, it was Zyrath who did the flaming, but Isali had her uses, no matter what the disagreeable green said and thought.

It was still a relief to finish the practice. Her green's hard turns and unnecessary maneuvers- attempts to unseat her rider- had made her arms and legs ache from hanging on. Isali wobbled as she slid down, keeping a grip on Zyrath long enough to remove the straps. Then, freed, the green leaped skyward again and headed for the lake to wash. Isali sighed out a heavy breath as she sat down, gently shaking out her arms before kneading one leg to ease the cramp in it.

Her gaze met Maz'ru's and she smiled up at him. "Not a bad practice, hm? Still not really looking forward to the real thing, but I suppose all this training will help when there's actual Thread to worry about."
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Maz’ru :: Blue Quilath

Practices were… boring. Flying was fun though, and he always enjoyed flying, so there was that at least. You play too much with words during practice. I think we should focus more on our lessons. He loved Quilath, but when he started correcting him, he had stopped acknowledging him completely. Perhaps it was childish, but arguing with Quilath was pointless. It is childish. But the dragon didn’t sound annoyed, if anything he sounded a little amused.

Maz’ru decided to distract himself. He glanced around and caught sight of a green shooting up into the sky. It was no secret of Zyrath’s temper, but he wondered how their relationship worked dragon and rider – did they not get along? He loved Quilath, but sometimes… he let the thought taper off, not wanting to offend his dragon. His dragon must have felt the caution, because the pale blue addressed it calmly, You cannot offend me so easily. Not everyone is the same. ‘That’s true enough.’ Maz’ru could agree with that.

The lanky young man had subconsciously veered toward the green rider. Maz smiled in return. “No, not bad at all.” He agreed, “I enjoy flying when there’s no enemy.” He glanced back at where the green had gone, “So, is she always like that?” From the short time their Wing had been together, he felt like he already knew the answer to that. “I apologize if Quilath gets after her at all… he uh…” He glanced back at his blue and then back to the rider and gave a helpless shrug. “He can’t help himself, I guess.” I can, actually. But there are proper times for things. If Zyrath plans to be the best version of herself, then she’ll need to learn this fact. Just as you must as well. Maz’ru grimaced, that answered everything for him. “Yeah, sorry…”

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