[Tyto] To My Love

[MothyCake]

Wr'ion was a bit nervous, pacing by the lake with his dragon eagerly following him. He had been so busy he really hadn't had time to talk to Anduin, the person he loved with all of his heart.

Yes, now, he had responsibilities, but he still wanted Anduin in his life.

Sameth continued to follow him before tripping and landing snout first in the dirt. Wr'ion quickly turned to him and kneeled down, helping him up, "Are you okay, Sameth?"

"Yeah, I just wasn't paying attention to where I was going.." The dragon snorted as Wr'ion pulled out a handkerchief and began to clean off his snout.

[Tyto]

Things had been... somewhat different, since Wrathion--or rather Wr'ion--had Impressed. Their schedules were much... different, even with shared free time, and the empty bed in his room in the candidates' quarters suddenly felt like a yawning void. After having his dearest friend beside him for so long, the silence was... unnerving.

Additionally, he didn't quite know where it left--well. Them. Surely, he was happy for him. Perhaps a bit envious as well. It was a shared dream to find themselves bonded and fighting in the skies. Anduin had known that this had been a possibility, but now that it was reality... Well. It was--a lot, sometimes.

Especially when he thought of himself simply... failing.

Without a thought, his feet had carried him to the plateau, his mind elsewhere entirely. It wasn't until Shalamayne was suddenly in front of him, wings stretched and buffeting him with the winds. He blinked, alarmed, jumping back at the sudden appearance. Upon realizing he wasn't being assailed, he placed a hand over his thundering heart. "Shala, you scared the daylights out of me," he scolded, even as she churred softly and came to alight on his shoulders.

With a cheep, she drew his eyes to the other side of the lake, which he'd very nearly walked directly into to a figure pacing back and forth. He watched as the blue dragonet toppled into the dirt, and it dawned upon him that--he recognized the form tending to him. "Oh," he said quietly, lips barely moving as the wind carried the single-syllable word away.

Interesting, how things worked out sometimes.

With almost cautious steps, he walked along the shore of the lake, coming up and stopping a fair few paces behind Wr'ion, hoping not to startle him. "Wr'ion," he started rather timidly, suddenly feeling... well. Quite foolish, actually. As if they hadn't spent the last several Turns sharing a space and being--affectionate. Intimate, even, in their own way. "Is he alright?"

[MothyCake]

As soon as Wr'ion and Sameth heard that voice, Wr'ion stood up. Sameth took a bit longer, but looked at Anduin with an almost excited glow in his eyes. He ran over, putting his front talons on top of Anduin's knees and looking at him, "You must be Anduin! Wr'ion showed me so many good memories of the two of you! I approve!" The dragon had a confident voice, despite being so young. Wr'ion blushed a bit before chuckling and walking over to Anduin.

"I'd say he's more than alright. In fact, he's happy to finally meet you." The weyrling moved to grip Anduin's hand, a loving gesture he would often do when they were together and when he was feeling nervous.

Wr'ion had a lot of reasons to be nervous now. He had impressed while his beloved Anduin didn't. Now, his dragon was his family as well. This meant he may be unable to spend as much time with Anduin, especially due to the fact they now had completely different schedules.

Instead of sharing the same room, now, Wr'ion was in the weyrling barracks, where it felt cold without seeing the other. He would not get to see him in the same room until both of them impressed and could share a weyr together.

However, here and now, Wr'ion felt happy. He finally got to see Anduin again and he gently moved his hand to cup his cheek.

"How have you been? I've.. missed you so much." Wr'ion spoke softly, tears forming in his eyes, "I miss getting to see you every day and now, all we do is see each other in passing."

[Tyto]

Anduin startled a bit as the dragonet came barreling toward him, not sure whether to move out of the way or not as he came closer. Luckily, he didn't seem to be upset with him--was excited, in fact! That was enough to keep him from doing more than a little bit of wincing as he put his talons on his knees. He'd probably have a couple marks, but he didn't mind. The young man looked at his--friend? Former-and-maybe-future-Weyrmate?--for a moment, then let himself smile, a bit of relief in his chest. He returned the hold to his hand, giving Wr'ion a small squeeze in return. "I am," he told the dragonet with a laugh, "I trust you've been taking good care of Wr'ion for me?"

He barely refrained from reaching out to put a hand on the dragonet's head, fingers twitching but not moving to do so. It wouldn't be good of him to touch a rider's dragon without express permission, and he didn't want to overwhelm the two of them with his own feelings.

"I've been... well," he replied, trying not to hesitate too much in saying so. It wasn't a lie. He wasn't of ill health, but... "Maybe we can try to find a way to sit together at mealtimes when your schedule calms down a bit? I imagine it must be a lot to take care of a baby dragon." He had been... sort of keeping himself a bit busier than usual trying not to think about having to go back to the quiet room in the barracks. They did technically have the same free time and dinner mealtimes, after all.

Anduin was... unfortunately guilty of unconscious avoidance. Afraid that Wr'ion wouldn't feel the same anymore. He was foolish--they could have been trying to coordinate something in all the time he'd been working himself to the bone.