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[Megs]

Firesong just could not help herself. Lately, she was starting to feel better, feel more confident about herself again. She spent less time hovering behind Dvri and more time at his side or leading him around as she wished. She took more time off on her own--though not more than a few minutes depending--to explore more of the Academy. Even being here for the better part of seventeen years, she had preferred to spend most of it outside, with the pack. The pack. Oh, she liked her pack members right enough. She liked working with them, maybe giving a teasing flirt to a male of two; nothing very serious or promising. She just wasn't interested...yet. Though it was nothing she had ever been able to properly convey to even Dvri...she had dreams about being a dragon. Of having wings, of being able to fly. As dire as she was, she could not help but find her winged allies truly fascinating. They came in such amazing varieties, smells, shapes, colors.

And they could be wonderful friends. It wasn't much of a secret that Firesong seemed to prefer the company of dragons over that of her own kind. Perhaps that would change one day, but for now, she had a dragon addiction. Especially since she was calming down now that the war had passed. The nightmares were still there, vivid images and colors that scrambled together and felt so real, but, they too just seemed to be getting better. Dvri had said something about filling her mind with more positive things. While the word 'positive' wasn't something she understood well, it was the feeling that made sense. And she liked it. It was better than worry, fear, uncertainty and confusion. So today, after having had a long 'race' with Dvri around the Academy grounds, she was slinking around the dragon wing areas as he was passed out in his reading chair. A bad habit, she knew, because he complained often what it did to his neck.

Perhaps she could make a new friend? It was a gamble, because not all dragons were appreciative or approving of dires. Some were very grumpy, or didn't like to be bothered by something as small as her. But there were those that were kind, and gave her that good feeling she could take with her as she rested, to keep her safe from the bad. Her nose was so filled with the scents of dragons, her mind so occupied with the aspects of meeting a new dragon friend, that she did not notice Dvri was stalking after her, so very quietly and at a fair distance enough to slip out of view if she was curious to look back. It was hard to keep his emotions 'silent', but he knew Firesong was so distracted it didn't matter too much. He had noticed her slip out of the room, and despite being tired, decided it would be fun to see what she did while he was working at his desk or napping.

Firesong had found an open door to one of the great, large rooms that housed a dragon she really hoped would be tolerant of her. And its rider, of course. Well, there was only one way to find out. First her nose peeked into the doorway, then the rest of her head slid into view. Her ears pricked forward in interest, adjusting to whatever lighting was inside. She made a noise of question, as if asking if she could come in.

[draconafin]

Daranau was coiled tightly around his newest hoard in the middle of his would be nest in the wing he shared with his rider. Amynta always had various levels of tolerance when it came to her dragon’s so called obsession. At least this time it consisted of less ‘borrowed’ objects than usual. After the hatching the tiger striped Lightning had seen fit to bring back at least half of the nest he had shared with Lilith, sans the sand thankfully, and had stacked it inside his normal resting place. Overly proud father side of him being rather fussy over how it was all laid out, constantly shifting and moving the pieces around as if it was some giant jigsaw puzzle. In the end the great slabs of tiger iron ended up pressed against the wall, with many of the other more normal rocks scattered around or under them. As for all the objects that Daranau had borrowed from people around the Academy, well one by one they had been forgotten, and Amynta had picked them up and gone to find their owners while her dragon fiddled with his most recent so called project. The last of the objects finally on its way home after a few months, explaining Daranau’s actions was always a political feat.

Wicked tail blade wrapped around the coiled Lightning’s form as the dragon settled himself on top of his so called nest. Already apparently deep in thought, or even plotting as the normally fidgety dragon was mostly still, with only the twitching of his tail to give him away. Daranau was debating sneaking down to the Wrymling Barracks to see his son; still not sure how at odds his rider might be with him after what had happened on the sands. Amynta had said to give them time, but surely a week was enough time. He lowered his head onto his paws as jet talons picked at faintly developing furrows in the flagstones underfoot, mulling over his thoughts.

Quills flicked up, a charge of electricity summoned by pure habit alone as bright eyes turned in the direction of the sound he had heard. Rather surprised to see another face peering around the corner at him. It wasn’t a dragon and Daranau’s quills flickered down and up again in curiosity as he got to his feet and edged over to the door, coming nearly nose to nose with the creature that was as brightly coloured as he was. A dire? He had seen them before, but never really this close, he reached forwards and poked the little one with his nose to see if she was really and warbled when he found out that she was. Stepping back into the wing Daranau nodded to the little one, she could come in and visit. Did Dire’s talk? He couldn’t remember some reason and was merely fascinated by her presence. If Amynta was back soon then she could meet the little one too!


[OoC sorry for the lack of anything to work with]

[Megs]

Firesong's ears shifted as the air seemed to thrum with the tingle of electricity. It tickled, almost, and her nose gave a twitch. Perhaps she should back out if this dragon was unhappy about her being here? While elemental attacks didn't hurt her as bad as they would have Dvri, she didn't want to upset a dragon. Just as she was going to retreat her head, there was the dragon, eyes glinting in curiosity. Her own curiosity peaked when she noticed his brighter colors. She was nose-to-nose with the dragon now, and when he poked her with his nose, her tail began to sway. Yes, she was real! And he was letting her in! Pleased with this, she slipped the rest of the way in and was able to take a better look at the much, much bigger creature.

He was bright and pretty, and seemed friendly. Dragons talked, right? Well, of course they did. Once again she felt a pang of frustration for not being able to do the same. Well, she would 'talk' as she always did--through her feelings and body language. And voice, here and there. She yipped up at him, bringing up a paw to flap in the air in a semblance of a wave, of a 'hello!' Then she sat back on her haunches, head tilted up as much as she could to try and look at his face. Could she be his friend? She wasn't a pest--often--and wouldn't be able to play without being squashed, but...oh, she just liked being around dragons. The friendly ones. anyway.

Dvri raised a brow in surprise as he peeked around the corner, hearing a draconic sound, then Firesong slipped into the room. Well, she would have had to have an invitation to go in, at least. He heard her yip, that sweet sound of greeting she liked to try. He smiled fondly, and started to creep down the hall. He wasn't sure if he was going to ask to go in or not, but...a direrider almost comically tiptoeing down the hallway after his dire was bound to make any passerby very curious. He wasn't up to any foul play, he just wanted to see how long he could go undetected by Firesong. And it didn't occur to him that the dragon's rider was not inside, and could walk up behind him at any time while he tried to decide whether or not to pursue Firesong further.

[draconafin]

Fully erect Daranau’s quills quivered a little as the dire regarded him with the same curiosity. Those same quills had nearly lowered in sadness when the little one looked like she might have backed away; he had never meant to scare her. In fact, if not for the war before or those who seemed to take a general dislike towards his rider Daranau was mostly the friendly sort. Although if someone upset him he wasn’t the sort to hold back either, it was an impulsive part of his nature that often got him in trouble, most recently when he destroyed the door of his Talon’s wing. Now though… now was different, just like with the candidates on the sands Daranau had energy to spare and wanted to bounce around and enjoy it with… well… anyone. The fact that someone had turned up, apparently looking for him was a very new experience and his head lilted sideways to regard the creature more closely without accidently touching her with one of his charged quills. Although eerily humanoid the Lightning’s eyes didn’t missing the reaction that the little dire finally responded with; a dragonatic grin coming to his own features at the sight of her wagging tail. His own tail twitched into action, perhaps a ghost movement of the one she was making, only with more noise as the wicked natural blade dragged on the flagstone floor.

His head pulled back a second when the dire before him moved, he hadn’t expected the sudden move. Even so though, it was a very friendly one and within a moment the dragon was leaning back towards his strange little visitor. The formerly gathered charge dissipated, leaving the Lightning’s quills completely harmless; even if they were still standing on end. Soft and pliable the quills were more like feathers, with their hollow bone centres. The foremost quill brushed against the dire’s nose as Daranau dipped his head and poked the waving paw with a happy warble, which he deliberately cut short to sound like the dire’s yip a moment ago.

Amynta tucked a stray curl behind her ear, as she made the way back down the corridor towards her wing. At least the rider who she returned the belt to had been understanding enough not to try and grill her over her dragon’s behaviour, that was frequently called uncontrollable. Said rider had merely taken the object back with a good laugh, and a comment along the lines of ‘at least it didn’t trip anyone up’. This in turn had Amynta thanking him for understanding before making her way back, only to find someone apparently sneaking up the corridor in front of her wing. Storm tones eyes narrowed in question, brows twitching as confusion covered her face; one hand folding onto her hip as the stranger took another movement towards the open wing, a movement that could only be called comical and over the top with the hug ‘sneaking’ stride.

“Can I help you?” The offer of help was truthful enough on her clear tone; but at the same time it was paired with an unspoken question. Just was this person doing outside her Wing and why. It just seemed odd, the whole situation that was. Why would someone be stalking along the corridor as if they were playing games with a child? Her brows knitted together as she waited for some kind of an answer; her other hand finding a hip beneath it too as she half stared down at the other person. If she had to guess his age it would not be an easy task, he could have well been a candidate, or a rider given how slowly they aged most of the time; but given she had not seen him around before it seemed highly unlikely. Perhaps a handler, but what reason would a dire handler have to be up in the dragon wings? She was pretty sure they had their own quarters, and without even trying Amynta’s no nonsense attitude was coming across as she weighted up the so called options to this man’s identity. In a tone that sounded like she was trying to put words in his mouth, or demand a reason why he was here the Lightning rider posed another question. “Are you lost?”