Night at the Beach

[Libra]

Even though she was still drunk from the spiked klah, Megra still managed to somehow make her way to the beach. It was difficult, for Wryth couldn't trust her wavering sight to see through. But they knew the way to the calming beach well, for it was where they most often spent their free time--however, they decided to walk all the way there.

There wasn't much fear about the wild cats attacking, since D'rth went out three to four times a day to do a sweep and scare off any that came too close to the weyr grounds and weyrling lesson areas.

Megra plopped down on the cooling sand far enough away from the shore so that she wouldn't get wet, and Wryth curled around her. Both were silent as the last part of the sun dipped out of sight, allowing the stars to have their turn in the sky. It was peaceful, and a nice not-too-cool breeze was fluttering about.

I am glad you did not hit her or speak angrily at her, Megra Mine. That would have made things worse.

"Yes, that would have." she brushed her long hair away from her face, leaning her head back against Wryth's stomach. "Will it ever end, Wryth?" her question hung lightly, but it wasn't just a question about Ri. More a question of everything that was bothering her so. Megra brought a hand up to rub at her forehead, then chuckled. "I'm going to have such a bad hangover."

[ShadowToxin]

G'iz huffed, whyyy oh why did Megra have to take the most IN-FEAKING-POSSIBLE path to wherever she was going...And where in the red star did that stupid tree come from!?

He cussed loudly as he rubbed his nose, casting a hatefull glare at the tree that dared to attack him so, the evil tree, he'd had Pep nock it over when she was bigger, yes, that would show that tree. Sighing he resumed his shaky path, eventually spilling out onto the beach, but meraculously he didnt fall flat on his face.

Taking a carefull peering look around he spied the large form of Megra's brown curled up on the beach, heading in the direction and forcing his vision to have there only be one brown on the beach instead of two...or three...BUt none the less he made his careful way over to Wryth, patting the dragon softly to show that he was there before he came around. "Megs, yeh okay?"

[Libra]

Wryth raised his head as he heard someone approaching, but did not get alarmed as he recognized G'iz's scent. He lowered his head back down as he felt the touch to his flank, and hear the brownrider speak.

Megra blinked, peering around Wryth's neck. She was surprised that G'iz had followed her, all this way. She held down a hiccup and stood, taking G'iz's arm and helping him to sit down.

"Yes, I'm better now. I guess I was too crowded in there." the hiccup escaped, and she slumped back against Wryth, who mentally chuckled. "Shards, ya won't see me drinking again." the girl chuckled, smiling at G'iz. It was very kind of him to follow her, just to see if she was alright. "How're you fairin'?" Geeze, she was losing more and more control over her ability to speak.