Chaos [Open]

[Dragon]

Renkestuous had been good for far too long. It had been worth it, of course. Lumuth was perfect, and had immediately shattered his obsession with Impressing blue. What blue, after all, could compare to his beloved bondmate? She was such a lovely little darling and very willing to put up with his impulses to accent her beauty with anything that came to hand.

Still, Ren wasn't exactly known for being still or well-behaved, and his self-imposed restriction from doing anything wild while there were eggs on the sands made him feel positively itchy. And now that he had Lumuth, well, the worst that could happen to him was that he might be stuck in Lamentoso upon graduation from weyrlinghood. Even that would be temporary, and he could be good for a little while to earn his way out and into a proper wing. Minuet was his destiny, and he'd make it there eventually, no matter what.

As such, Renkestuous had 'borrowed' a fast-looking runner from where she was corralled, hooked her to a nice flat raft he'd fashioned from jungle fronds, and was ready to have some fun. Lumuth was napping, and he was probably supposed to be about something or other, but this was clearly more important.

Standing on the admittedly makeshift raft, Renkestuous tested his balance, then grinned and smacked the runner's rear to urge it into as fast a pace as he could get out of it.