[ prp ] swing swing swing (ar'din/iathe)

[medigel]

Alquemieth had insisted. It was part of a rider's duty to appear at social gatherings, to mingle, to network and such, to provide a strong face for High Reaches should any foreigners be so lucky as to be invited. And Ar'din had, to the minimal of his ability, engaged at the party: ate, look longingly at the alcohol before getting water, made small talk with a few of the bolder weyrlings, avoided certain people, listened to music. He was there, just not quite there. Alquemieth had busied himself a lot more hen it came to conversation, though he had also taken to circling the golds, particularly Anakumath, like the self-appointed bodyguard he thought he was, glaring red eyes at any who thought they were worthy of even looking in their direction. He was still at it when Ar'din excused himself and began to leave.

Where are you going?

Out.

Obviously. Where?

Around. Keep having fun without me, and don't bite anyone.

The bronze snorted, though he let his bonded know without words that he wasn't a fan of being separated for very long.

Ar'din met the bitter cold air with a shiver and zipped his coat up. It was wide on his rail thin frame and hung loosely at his waist and arms, but it was the only thing large enough at the time that somewhat fit him. It at least was good against the cold which was all that mattered. He stretched back until he felt something pop, circled his shoulders, and hopped off the side of the stairs. Rolling to keep the momentum up, Ar'din broke into a sprint and began his track around the weyr--it was purposefully through the architecture instead of around, however, as he began to push off and swing around stone structures like they were meant to be used for his entertainment.

He had energy to burn, and it was making him restless. Better spent out here than accidentally spat out in something venomous at the party.

Tsunake

idk bro

 

[Tsunake]

All her life, she had thought she was destined to ride a gold. Leading the Weyr in her own way, helping with diplomatic matters, becoming someone to be relied upon. Her viewpoint started to shift after speaking with several riders... but it was only when she had Impressed Skerath that she'd realized how foolish she'd been. She was a 'mere' greenrider now, no one of real importance. She could stay or go as she pleased... and Iathe knew that playing nice would never, ever be her specialty. She didn't have to pretend anymore. She was a greenrider of High Reaches--and she'd be riding the swiftest, most agile green that had been seen in Turns. They'd be fighting Thread, directly in danger.... and the thought was thrilling.

Skerath was lingering on the edges of the gathering for a few siblings, and had little concern when Iathe chose not to attend. From the day she'd hatched, she'd been an independent creature... and as long as her mind could touch her rider's, she was content.

Despite the chill of the air, Iathe found it to be refreshing. After waiting for so long, she finally knew her purpose here. Was it the one she'd boldly assumed for herself? Of course not. But it was better than she could have ever imagined, and she'd ask for nothing more.

The sudden movement caught her eye, and she twisted to get a better view. She recognized Ar'din in an instant, snorting even as she folded her arms. "What's the matter?" She called, pitching her voice to carry. "Done sucking up to the Lord and Lady Holders?" Her lips were curled in a smirk... and she truly appreciated the fact that she wasn't expected to be diplomatic to others.

medigel

 

[medigel]

He fell into a crouch after hopping off a post but stopped when he heard Iathe. Ar'din rose in a fluid motion and called back, "Fuuuuuuuck that."

It was emptier outside of the Hall, but there were still a few people milling about. Several who hadn't noticed his previous dash dancing through the weyr looked up at the echo of his curse.

"Got better things to do. Like like scraping my knees. Or vomiting."

He made a small gesture, which might have been a salute Iathe's way, and then continued his rogue path over objects. An older woman gasped and ducked, which made it easier to jump over her and bounce between two walls like a new form of Pernese stairs, making it to an upper level in seconds.

Tsunake

 

[Tsunake]

Her brows arched at that, and she had to fight a grin. Then, he was gone in a flash with an impressive display of both strength and agility, leaving Iathe musing for a moment. Only a moment, though. Soon, she was giving chase without giving a thought as to why, and though she lacked the ability to leap between walls like some sort of--thing, she knew this Weyr almost inside and out. Pumping her arms for speed, Iathe breathed deeply as she ran, heading for the upper levels where Ar'din had disappeared to.

If nothing else, she always liked the chance to go for a run.

medigel

 

[medigel]

At first, Ar’din didn’t show signs of noticing he was being chased. He was fast, not just because of stupid long legs but from previous training. If he chose to speed up at random, however, or divert to a more cluttered area, or take sharp turns that looped in on themselves, then these were clearly just whims being followed on and not silent machinations meant to vex a hunter. This included the decision to jog under an awning, duck into the feeding pens, and pin his back against the wall in a sudden crouch within a stable at random. He even went so far as to cover his mouth and slow his breathing, just for the fun of it.

Who could blame him? There was a mound of dung he had barely tripped over.

< What are you doing? >

Shut up and keep schmoozing.

Tsunake

sweats........