Trials and Tribulations(E'riol, Open)

[Dreamer]

P'len was sacked out beside Nargoth, both of them glowing slightly in the early afternoon heat and sun. It was never truly that hot in Telgar, and whenever it got warm enough to bask in the sun(without needing to Between elsewhere), the Bronze and his Rider both took advantage of it.

It had been a long morning, and the dark skinned man was on his back, unmoving. In fact, he was in the midst of a conversation discussing exactly how he would feel if he had to move at all for the next hour.

Of course, that was when a shadow was cast over him, and the man had to suppress a groan. He had no idea what was causing the shadow, but if he hadn't been so tired from Wing practice, and the additional strain from the night before, he would have jumped up and punched it. Even if it was just a cloud.

Feeling the way he actually did, he simply waited to see if the shadow would go away.

[silverblue]

Broad wings scooping up large portions of air, Caidenth neatly back winged next to the other bronze. He rumbled a hello in his deep, basso voice and tucked his wings against his side before extending a foreleg for E'riol to slip down. The bronzerider pulled off his helmet and ran a hand through damp, messy hair.

He turned round and nodded shortly. E'riol tucked the helmet under an arm and patted Caidenth's leg absently. The bronze backed off, then stretched his wings and leaped back into the air, heading for his ledge. E'riol watched him go before turning to greet the other bronzerider.
"Ah P'len. Hello. Did training go well?"

Later, I want a wash.
The lanky man glanced up at the speck of the ledge far above.
Of course.
First I want a nap.
E'riol shook his head with a ghost of a smile and looked back at P'len and Nargoth. He noted that the bronze was in a fine fettle and nodded approvingly. It wouldn't due to see any of the dragons in any wing neglected in any form and Nargoth looked as if he was recieving all the attention he could want.