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Date Posted: 02:51:07 11/24/04 Wed
Author: P'rin & Caphoth, Dell
Subject: >Beachcombing<

((I'm looking for a thread, not 'lizard eggs, so feel free to reply and chat or whatever! ^_^))

P'rin isn't an enthusiastic swimmer, though he'd learned from neccessity when caring for a sickly hatchling during the Disasters (like most who lived through them, they've taken on a capital letter in his mind). Likewise, Caphoth positively hates the ocean; the undersized dragon's only experiences with it have been negative. But they're bored, the Weyr is busy today, and worst of all, the weyrlings are learning firestone. Since this usually leads to an injury or two, this presents the twin dangers of being in the wrong place at the wrong time (P'rin had only been trying to bathe Caphoth during the last weyrling training, and there were still singe-marks on the poor dragon's tail - thank goodness they'd been in the lake at the time), and being recruited to help out in case of a medical crisis. Since P'rin has no medical experience and neither he nor his dragon are really built for the tasks they're henceforth usually drafted to do, the bluerider feels no shame at fleeing the Weyr to visit the beach on this lovely morning.

Strolling up and down the long stretch of sand visible to his nervous dragon - one of Caphoth's most frightening experiences had been nearly loosing his injured, delerious rider to drowning shortly after P'rin lost his left eye - P'rin kicks idly at driftwood, pausing to poke at a few abandoned firelizard nests with a long stick. The wild 'lizards are nowhere in sight, having fled this beach as the domestic overpopulation exploded into what was nearly a crisis point, and finally the stringent rules that had been put in place concerning that overpopulation are beginning to have some effect. The only firelizard on this stretch of beach right now is bronze Dell, perched on P'rin's left shoulder to guard the bluerider's blind side. This is another precaution that Caphoth insists on, though the insistence is to the firelizard alone, and P'rin assumes Dell's chosen side to be an attempt to take him by surprise while landing. He wouldn't appreciate his dragon's loving concern. The blue eyepatch and long scar over that empty eyesocket is covered by a sweep of gingery red hair, the only place where it's allowed to grow long, and a hazel eye sparkles merrily from the right side of his face. Tall, lanky, and heavily freckled, P'rin lacks refinement but still has a rough kind of attractiveness, not to mention a cheerful attitude and a good-natured appreciation for a joke. His silver tongue doesn't exactly hurt his status with the ladies - or the men.

Keeping a nervous, rapidly whirling green eye on his rider at all times, Caphoth suns himself on top of a dune. Nearly not born at all, inspired from his tiny thick-shelled egg only by his Impressed human's determination, Caphoth is a blue the size of an average green, with a dull, mottled hide far more bluish-grey than true blue. Still, his own determination matches his rider's, and he's never given up. He still has almost the normal blue stamina, which is greater than a green's, and he has a green's agility and speed - turning his own small size into an advantage by combining the best attributes of his color-mates and his size-mates. He's worked hard to perfect this combination, since it's the only way he and P'rin have been able to prove themselves anywhere, whether in the small, shifting groups of dragonriders who had survived the Disasters or here at New Isle. He'll never catch a green, not with the power a mating flight gives her, but he's long ago resigned himself to that. After all, as long as P'rin is having happy assignations, his rider is content and Caphoth himself isn't really being denied a thing.

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