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Leeward Lagoon Hold
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Sunstone Seahold
Citrus Bay Hold
Writers: Shawna, Sia
Date Posted: 4th May 2025
Characters: Aydhan, N'kevyn
Description: The sounds of a bronze's despair and a gold's inconvenience.
Location: Sunstone Seahold
Date: month 6, day 16 of Turn 12
Notes: Follows "Role Playing Games"
Mentioned: Imbeth
Tymborikath was having a great afternoon, considering how mad she was in the morning. She couldn't really remember _why_ she was so mad, except that Imbeth was looking too gorgeous and she could tell all the boys were bringing _her_ the fancy hunts now, and it was the first time in a long time that she had to hunt for herself if she wanted a snack. It was rude. She'd welcomed that gold into the Weyr. She'd been on her best behaviour. She stomped and huffed when Aydhan suggested visiting the ocean, but now she was here she was delighted to watch the ships. The sun was shining, the sand was warm, even if the sailors nearby didn't seem pleased that she dug herself a wallow so close to the docks. How else could she supervise them, if not from her wallow nearby?
At least, until the sun started to go down. She had started to doze until she was splashed with cold seawater. }: What! Are you DOING? :{ She shrieked.
Avicath had long since forgotten exactly what had driven him to a sullen soak in the ocean. Something about some gold who was NotTym and wasn’t worth fussing over anyway. His rider had said that earlier, before reminding him that of course he knew what he was talking about, he was, after all, the best. Eventually he’d just been soaking for the fun of it, occasionally sticking his head under the water to try to catch the little fish that came up to inspect his hanging limbs.
But then, the sun started to go down, the warm heat on his back no longer enough to counteract the cool water under him. Exiting the water with a reluctant sigh, he headed towards the lovely wallow he’d watched Tymborikath dig for them. After a moment dripping water down on her, he flopped dramatically, half next to, half over Tymborikath, draping his heavy head and neck over hers. }:It’s cold now. You’re nice and warm.:{ He aggressively snuggled around her.
Tymborikath shrieked out loud this time, startling some sailors who were still working nearby. She flailed under him and tried to shove him away with a hind leg, like an oversized feline. }: Ugh, and the sand is sticking to your hide! Go dry off, you big lummox. :{
}:I’m not a lummox,:{ Avicath said patiently, }:I’m Avicath.:{ When that proved insufficient to soothe the gold, he sighed dramatically once again before slowly uncoiling from around her. There were some nice grassy dunes not far from the shore, and he half hopped, half glided over to roll around in the grass. This removed most of the sand, but replaced some of it with bits of grass. Pleased with his efforts, he plodded back down towards the wallow, complimenting cheerfully, }:What a nice wallow you made us.:{
}: _Us_? :{ Tymborikath repeated in disbelief. While Avicath had been rolling, she'd fixed her wallow so it fit her perfectly. It was not a wallow for two. Against all odds she'd hoped he'd get the hint. But it _was_ getting colder, and it's not like there were other bronzes around. }: Only you could come out of the ocean needing a bath.:{ She grumbled as she wiggled to give him a little bit of room.
}:I am very talented,:{ Avicath agreed brightly as he coiled himself back around her. }: You should have floated. There were little fish that nibbled at me. It tickled.:{ He seemed pleased with that afternoon adventure, }:We should come here more often, our riders like it.:{ As if he hadn’t fought the whole way. }:And you do make the best wallows. I doubt Imbeth is good at that,:{ he said with the sleepy certainty of a bronze that could no longer remember why he’d been so interested in the other gold that morning. Tymborikath was right there, her shoulders the perfect height to make a good pillow for his head.
Tymborikath twitched her tail, an annoyed little flick that stirred the sand. She shifted her weight just enough to make a point, that this was _her_ wallow, but didn't stop him from getting cozy. It was a compromise, but one that left her quietly brooding as the sky turned dark. }: I miss Imbeth. :{ She said plaintively, though the only answer was Avicath's snoring and, more rudely, Aydhan laughing.
Last updated on the May 23rd 2025