Time to Breathe [Tag: Zi/Gar]

[Wish]

You're doing well.

The familiar whistle of an arrow going through the air, and the not so satisfactory thud as it hit home in the nearby trunk made Riku growl. Of course I'm doing well. Why wouldn't I be?...of course I just sharding missed, but you didn't take notice of that did you? She had needed time to think, and the crisp Winter air was almost too much to give up on a day like this. The Wherhold would be gaining their eggs soon enough, though they were to be placed on Trelis sands instead so that Majoriith could watch over them. The rider supposed it was a good thing since the Queen would get to understand what it was like to nest, but Riku was not looking forward to being stuck there with her.

You will have time to do what you like as well I am sure MineLove. I would never take anything away from you, nor make you do what you do not wish.

It was my idea to get the eggs here in the first place. I'll do what I must to deal with them.

She knocked another arrow onto the string, pulling it back to the corner of her lip as she steadied her gaze on the target, a young male wherry she had been tracking for a time. A little lower... Moving to adjust her stride and where she had pointed the instrument, she let the string go, sighing in relief as the thwang came to her ears. You love killing things. So do you technically....speaking of which, you may want to stay where you are on the 'Heights a bit longer. I'll be out for a while more. Collecting the arrow that had missed its prey, she walked over to the now dead wherry, hovering over it and looking around trying to decide just what to do with it in the mean time.

[Zirin]

Your hatchling wishes to see you later today. Should I inform Apperointh that you will not be available for a few more hours? Syphraelth's voice in the back of his mind was a welcome relief from the thoughts that had been running ragged in his mind latelty. His life, his plans, his beliefs, everything and anything seemed to be harassing his mind lately and finally Gar had decided he needed to get away from the Weyr and work himself until he was too tired to think.

It was something he did often; running when he needed time to himself. It allowed him to put aside work and thoughts in favor of bettering himself physically while dealing with whatever bothered him. It had always worked in the past, and though his mind was still a jumbled mess, J'degar did feel significantly calmer. He had been running for almost an hour at a pace that wasn't too strong but was slowly tiring him out; a light sheen of sweat coated his naked upper body and still he pushed himself.

he always made sure to keep an eye and ear open for his surroundings; there were dangers out here, even if they were few and far between. So it was that the sound of something whizzing through the air caught his attention and, cautiously, he turned towards the source. Ah, it was the inexperienced new goldrider, the one who had claimed to know more about fighting in the wings than he did.

"Junior." He inclined his head, giving only the barest amount of respect and only because his traditionalist nature demanded that he show her some respect regardless of his opinions. His pace slowed only enough to allow him to glance her over as he jogged slowly by. He held little interest in stopping for her unless she told him to.