14.Dec.20, 05:09 PM
B’kit was having fun despite himself. His utter distaste for the cold could be overcome with the liberal application of warm spiced drinks and a party atmosphere, and it was nice to catch up with his friends’ family and meet their other guests.
He had only been skating a handful of times before, and he was looking forward to a chance to try again—hopefully with fewer occasions of falling this year, though he doubted he would be so lucky. Some people took to it like breathing, but not B’kit.
Erebuth had convinced some of the other dragons to pile together in a lazy lump near the fire pit the humans were warming up around, though he kept popping his head up to see what his rider was doing or when something else caught his attention. B’kit, look! Snow! The blue exclaimed excitedly, scrambling out of the cuddle pile to the exasperated huffs of some of the others who were jostled or stepped on. Sorry!
B’kit looked up at the sound of the commotion, losing track of the others around him as he slid to a wobbly stop. Re! Behave, or we won’t get invited nex-! he lost track of the thought as his skates slipped and he fell—automatically grabbing out for something to break the fall and unintentionally dragging someone else down with him.
At least this time he managed to avoid hitting his head, he thought, gingerly glancing to see if the other person was okay. “Sorry about that. I can’t believe I did that. Are you alright?”
He had only been skating a handful of times before, and he was looking forward to a chance to try again—hopefully with fewer occasions of falling this year, though he doubted he would be so lucky. Some people took to it like breathing, but not B’kit.
Erebuth had convinced some of the other dragons to pile together in a lazy lump near the fire pit the humans were warming up around, though he kept popping his head up to see what his rider was doing or when something else caught his attention. B’kit, look! Snow! The blue exclaimed excitedly, scrambling out of the cuddle pile to the exasperated huffs of some of the others who were jostled or stepped on. Sorry!
B’kit looked up at the sound of the commotion, losing track of the others around him as he slid to a wobbly stop. Re! Behave, or we won’t get invited nex-! he lost track of the thought as his skates slipped and he fell—automatically grabbing out for something to break the fall and unintentionally dragging someone else down with him.
At least this time he managed to avoid hitting his head, he thought, gingerly glancing to see if the other person was okay. “Sorry about that. I can’t believe I did that. Are you alright?”