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.

[toby-du-coeur]

K'rin's life was perfect, now that he had bonded a dragon. His life was perfect, and his dragon was perfect, and he had absolutely no more worries in life. Certainly not that he was even more watched and ordered around as a weyrling. And definitely not that Lantrath soaked in every word their teachers spoke, and then dogged K'rin about following them to the letter.

As he was doing at that moment. K'rin, old sport, hadn't you really ought to be working on your parchments -- or those exercises, what, so we'll be ready to fly?

Luckily, Lantrath was loyal to K'rin above anyone else -- most of the time -- by a hair, anyway. And he was still small enough for K'rin to tug him along bodily. So K'rin was using his every muscle and his every bit of sway over Lantrath to strongly persuade him to come down to the Plateau and have some fun.

See, Lantrath, there's Renkestuous. If he can be out here, so can we.

At least K'rin thought it was Renkestuous -- the figure was blurring and moving so chaotically.

He quickened his run through the jungle grasses, shouting, "Ren? Shards, WHAT are you doing? What is that thing? Awesome by the way --"

[Dragon]

The runner was definitely out of his control, and as K'rin called out to him, Renkestuous's attention was drawn away from staying upright, and he tumbled to the ground, bruised and scraped - but whole, and laughing. "Off, beast got away from me," he complained as he brushed himself off and regained his feet, shaking his head as he smiled down at the other weyrling.

"I made myself a sort of - of land-raft," Renkestuous explained, peering after the runner and wondering whether it was going to stop any time soon. It seemed to be slowing, at least. "Lumuth is napping, so I thought I'd have some fun! And if we can't catch that runner, you and I can put together another raft-thing, and grab another runner to pull it!"

Never mind that they were definitely not supposed to be doing this. It was fun, and that was all that mattered!