Not the Usual Kinda Fun [Nine]

[nineofswords]

Ronnie gave a giggle. "Well, with muscles like that, I certainly have no reason to worry about you at all, Eli-kins," she said coyly.

Onisk gave a huff. They were flirting. Flirting was boring. The white shook, making mud fly, and Ronnie lose her balance and fall over into the mud. They hadn't put her straps on for this adventure. No flirt on my back, she told Ronnie. At Plemeth's offer, Onisk turned toward the green. Sound good, she called, and trotted back towards the top of the hill.

The mud broke Ronnie's fall, so she was more startled than harmed by it. She let out a laugh in her surprise. "I suppose I shouldn't have expected anything else. She doesn't really understand flirting, and has little patience for it." She blushed a little when E'lis kissed her hand. "Goodness, Eli-kins! You're quite the gentleman, aren't you! A girl has to be careful not to lose her head around you." Ronnie certainly wouldn't lose all of her sense around this boy, but E'lis was so utterly charming it could be a near thing.

"Well, I'm not sure how else we'd manage to keep up with those two if we didn't team up," Ronnie said, looking up at E'lis from under her lashes. An excuse to cuddle up close with a cute, sweet boy? Yes please! She looked around when he mentioned sleds. "I suppose it's a good thing that I used Onisk as my sled down then, hm?" she asked. She got to her feet and once E'lis was on his too, she'd slip her arm around his.

[Windra]

Onisk was all about slipping and sliding on her gut, right? Plemeth made the attempt to do so as the wher drew near. Though it was hard with her ungainly wings and just .. ah ... The white had the advantage of a small frame, at least! Humans and mushy feelings, yuck. Though inwardly, happily proud of her rider, now giddily ascending with Ronnie tied to his arm. Hurry up, or we'll be gone before you get here!

"She's so pushy," E'lis rolled his eyes. Small wonder they weren't glowing from the rosiness of his cheeks, captured in their rouge glow! E'lis escorted Ronnie to the sled, hardly capable of containing his little chest-thumping heart. "Ah ... big spoon or little spoon ... ?" Basically asking if Ronnie wanted to sit in the front or the back. He was definitely keen on holding her, but having her arms wrap around him from behind was such a cute and heart-warming image in his head -

E'lis! Today!

"Ma'am!" Plemeth was definitely good at rounding up the boy! He picked a spot and held out his arms to give Ronica the assist if she needed it. There was a metric ton of mud around them, after all. "Onisk and Plemeth better hold onto their wings, cuz we'll be down there long before 'em!"

[nineofswords]

Onisk let out a small, mental giggle at Plemeth's comment. Yes, she agreed. Glad Ronnie happy, but not see point in mushiness. She turned to watch the humans come up the hill, sitting patiently.

Ronnie smiled. "Your dear Plemeth is just impatient to get in on the fun," she said. "And I can hardly blame her. We were all having so much fun that it woke up her up from her beauty rest, and now here we are, dragging our feet on including her." She squeezed his arm affectionately. "Though, I'm not complaining about how long it takes for us small humans to walk up this hill." She leaned her head on his arm. Was she laying it on a little thick? Yes. But she wanted to be sure there was no doubt that she was fond of E'lis.

"Both, certainly sound nice," Ronnie said when they got to the sled and he asked if she wanted to be big spoon or little spoon. Her smile turned a little mischievous. "But after your little mishap earlier, I think it's perhaps best if I steer, my dear Eli-kins." She gave Plemeth a quick smile, and then took E'lis's offer of assistance, settling herself in E'lis's lap, making a point of taking her time getting comfortable. "Oh, absolutely. We're going to win this thing! Eli-kins, if you wouldn't mind counting us down and shoving us down the hill?"

[Windra]

Ah-HAH that wasn't fair. E'lis thought of puppies and wherlets and dragonlings, turning his head to the sky and stars as Ronnie took her place in his lap. It was really difficult to turn his attention away, but the rider wanted to make absolutely clear that he wasn't one of those men who was interested in one thing and one thing only. Lots of Weyrs had that problem already. His momma preached modesty, and he wasn't about to skim it!

"Alright!" His shoulder still burned from where she'd rested against it. He was absolute putty in her hands. E'lis carefully reached for her hips - pausing just before touching as if allowing Ronica the chance to tell him to buzz off - and grinned ear-to-ear as she took the reigns.

You're into tough girls, Plemeth commented, quirking her head to the side.

She's pretty, and feisty, and she isn't afraid of gettin' dirty and having stupid funny. Plemmy, I think I'm in love!

The dragon rumbled. If this keeps up, we may well and truly be sisters, she told Onisk. You will always be welcome in my weyr, little one. For now, let's put them to shame. Tuck your wings in and - She paused, seeming to understand the white wher was well within her own intelligence and didn't need a guiding hand. It was hard to acknowledge. The creature was so small. But then, wasn't she? I would love to see your technique!

The dragon lowered herself, pressing all limbs into the dirt in preparation for propulsion. She was tired. Exhausted. But this was not an opportunity she would deny - seeing a wher transition into an arrow speeding down a hill. Would Onisk become aerodynamic? Plemeth was sure to do so, pressing her long wings against her body to conform as much as possible.

On the count of ...

"One!"

Two!

Ronnie was in command. It was only proper for her to give the call!