{PRP}After Wing Drills {C'asta, Banashe, dergs}

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Zaikt

The change in the weather had come on so suddenly. Banashe felt she should be use to this by now, but each time it surprised her anew. Sitting atop her brown as they finished their wing drills she took a moment to admire the view of the weyr covered in its first snow. The kids and younger candidates were having a good snowball fight in an out of the way corner.

After the sky had cleared, Banashe directed Severith down to a clear spot. Even with her heavy riding gear it was still cold out! She slid down the brown shoulder then pulled off her cap. "The cold doesn't make this any easier."

The one eyed brown made a soft warble as he stretched out his left wing. I think I have a muscle cramp. Banashe turned to her dragon and pulled off her gloves to start massaging the spasming wing muscle. "You didn't stretch and warm up enough first then. That last fall was rough and we need to work those muscles back into shape."

 

[Zaikt]

The chill had settled into freshly-healed scars and old wounds alike across the two of them, pins and needles pricking away at deeper tissue with reckless abandon. Chiareth still limped a little, and C'asta was only just starting to feel somewhat less sore--they'd been recovering well, fortunately enough, but the sudden change in weather hadn't seen fit to give them any quarter. Rather than linger in the air for long, the pair had landed quickly after drills, wanting little more than to get on the ground and out of the cold after their latest workout. The sooner they got their gear sorted, the sooner they could head somewhere warmer, and that was at the forefront of their minds.

Ever since that last Fall, though, C'asta had been keeping a sharp eye on Chia in the air. They'd gotten a little too close, and with their last brush with Thread-wrought death still fresh on his mind, he hadn't gotten to properly sort out all of his worries--as a result, they were still ticking around in his skull, constantly running on repeat. They'd done well at drills today, but he remained concerned all the same, wondering if the fresh waves of pain meant they'd pushed themselves too far again or--something else entirely. Chiareth didn't argue when C'asta asked her to land quickly, already fully intent on getting back to their weyr as soon as was possible without her rider's worries rushing the process. She knew what was going on, but that particular topic was better broached in private rather than within clear earshot of their entire wing.

Not long after they'd touched down themselves, Severith and Banashe landed nearby, beginning their own wind-down process. C'asta certainly noticed, but with the rest of Chiareth's straps still half on her, he wasn't in a position to comment; the Green, however, saw fit to give it a shot after Banashe began massaging her dragon's wing. There was no way it was anything serious--they wouldn't be so casual if it was--but it was only polite to check in. Briefly, she hoped, but it would be done all the same.
You alright, Severith? Perhaps it was nosy of her to watch, but--they were wingmates. Chiareth didn't see much harm in keeping an eye out for a comrade like that, anyway. This weather's being a pain to everybody. You'd think I just got these scores with how they're acting up.
The most C'asta did by means of a greeting was stick his head around the bulk of Chiareth's body, enough to spot Banashe properly--from there, he simply nodded and went back to work. Chia was handling it, and he didn't see a reason to intrude just yet.

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