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11.Sep.17, 02:38 AM
Z'rin had been lucky enough to finish his tasks for the day a bit earlier than anticipated so he decided to treat himself. He wasn't quite sure how he'd do it as he got back to his weyr and changed out of his dirty clothes. Maybe just a long soak in a hot bath? He could sweet talk someone in the kitchen for some sweets before dinner. I want to go swimming and sun. It's nice out and we shouldn't waste the rest of the day indoors. His dragon had a point but he suspected the local watering holes would be crowded given the time of day.
He recalled a stretch of beach he used to like going to as a child, before the fateful exhibition to the South, anyway. He hadn't been back since; hadn't even seen his family. They left him behind on a dangerous island, either believing him dead or not caring. Why change their opinion on the matter or make them try to care again that he was alive? Z'rin tried not to dwell on such thoughts as they brought up too many questions with no definitive answers and left him upset and forgotten. Even to this day, he still felt like the shy an scared outsider that was brought to Katila and judged daily for years by his peers. He was a dragonrider now, he did fit in, but sometimes the forgotten little boy emerged and Z'rin couldn't help but wonder who actually liked him, who was acting, and what was actually thought of him.
It doesn't matter what anyone else thinks about you. Like you said, you are a dragonrider, my rider.
Z'rin gave a reluctant smile as he tossed on a fresh shirt. "I know, and that's a special honour indeed. It's just easy to slip into old habits sometimes." As he laced up his boots once more, now fully dressed for an outing, Z'rin decided it was time to go back to Ista; at least its beach. It wasn't likely he'd see anyone he knew, especially since he intended to pop in at the point he remembered and then fly down to a quiet area where he wouldn't chance seeing a familiar face.
With the plan laid out, Z'rin directed Varralath to their destination and was soon shaking off the cold of going between-- and continuing to shiver as the hot sunny day he left behind turned into a grey rainy day. He sighed, not at all surprised by the cosmic joke being played on him but decided he didn't entirely mind. It meant there really wouldn't be anyone at the beach so they could play in the water and sit under the canopy of the nearby forest without being disturbed.
It was only after he had settled in, leaving his pack under one of those trees in an attempt to keep everything dry, that Z'rin saw the bronze dragon surface in the water. The large beast must have been under water when they circled in for a landing or he was going blind and missed him entirely. He stiffened with slight panic when the dragon was recognized and eyes darted around until he saw N'mor. It wasn't that he was afraid of the boy, like R'nd confessed to being after a few drinks together sometime ago, but he only knew N'mor in passing and wasn't quite sure how he was supposed to act around the young bronzerider.
Maybe they hadn't been spotted yet and they could leave without bothering the bathing pair.
That had been the hope anyway, but his giant blue pain in his ass had already begun ambling down the beach, crooning a greeting to his fellow dragon. Damn you, Varralath, now he had to go over as well or risk being seen as rude both in general and to a superior. Shoving his anxiety aside, Z'rin put on a smile and followed behind his dragon. When he saw N'mor, he gave a small wave.
"Hope we're not interrupting. We decided a swim was in order after a long day but we weren't expecting to find rain down here."
He recalled a stretch of beach he used to like going to as a child, before the fateful exhibition to the South, anyway. He hadn't been back since; hadn't even seen his family. They left him behind on a dangerous island, either believing him dead or not caring. Why change their opinion on the matter or make them try to care again that he was alive? Z'rin tried not to dwell on such thoughts as they brought up too many questions with no definitive answers and left him upset and forgotten. Even to this day, he still felt like the shy an scared outsider that was brought to Katila and judged daily for years by his peers. He was a dragonrider now, he did fit in, but sometimes the forgotten little boy emerged and Z'rin couldn't help but wonder who actually liked him, who was acting, and what was actually thought of him.
It doesn't matter what anyone else thinks about you. Like you said, you are a dragonrider, my rider.
Z'rin gave a reluctant smile as he tossed on a fresh shirt. "I know, and that's a special honour indeed. It's just easy to slip into old habits sometimes." As he laced up his boots once more, now fully dressed for an outing, Z'rin decided it was time to go back to Ista; at least its beach. It wasn't likely he'd see anyone he knew, especially since he intended to pop in at the point he remembered and then fly down to a quiet area where he wouldn't chance seeing a familiar face.
With the plan laid out, Z'rin directed Varralath to their destination and was soon shaking off the cold of going between-- and continuing to shiver as the hot sunny day he left behind turned into a grey rainy day. He sighed, not at all surprised by the cosmic joke being played on him but decided he didn't entirely mind. It meant there really wouldn't be anyone at the beach so they could play in the water and sit under the canopy of the nearby forest without being disturbed.
It was only after he had settled in, leaving his pack under one of those trees in an attempt to keep everything dry, that Z'rin saw the bronze dragon surface in the water. The large beast must have been under water when they circled in for a landing or he was going blind and missed him entirely. He stiffened with slight panic when the dragon was recognized and eyes darted around until he saw N'mor. It wasn't that he was afraid of the boy, like R'nd confessed to being after a few drinks together sometime ago, but he only knew N'mor in passing and wasn't quite sure how he was supposed to act around the young bronzerider.
Maybe they hadn't been spotted yet and they could leave without bothering the bathing pair.
That had been the hope anyway, but his giant blue pain in his ass had already begun ambling down the beach, crooning a greeting to his fellow dragon. Damn you, Varralath, now he had to go over as well or risk being seen as rude both in general and to a superior. Shoving his anxiety aside, Z'rin put on a smile and followed behind his dragon. When he saw N'mor, he gave a small wave.
"Hope we're not interrupting. We decided a swim was in order after a long day but we weren't expecting to find rain down here."
