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An Afternoon Sunning
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F’non and Danith had more or less disappeared from the Weyr. Oh, they were still there, but they simply avoided everyone. See, in the Flight Danith had been the only bronze to drop out of the runnings. It wasn’t really his fault; the bronze had tried to execute too sharp of a turn and hurt his wing. It had been a struggle for him to simply stay aloft, and in the end he’d barely made it back to their weyr. F’non had reacted… badly. He’d been furious with his Bonded for doing something that cost them the title of Weyrleader, furious that he’d had to deal with the humiliation of walking back to his weyr in only his underthings, knowing his dragon had not only failed to catch the gold he’d been the only one to drop out, so furious he wouldn’t even talk to Danith.

Later, once his temper had cooled, F’non had apologized. Danith had accepted his apology but the rider had noticed that his bronze seemed very subdued ever since. He hadn’t even made his usual effort to talk to his fellow dragons, hadn’t in fact spoken to anyone at all unless they were insistent in addressing him. He didn’t leave the weyr except to lumber down to the lake for bathing until his wing healed. F’non hadn’t left the weyr either but for quick trips to the dining hall. Which brings us to now.

F’non had been brooding a lot lately, but today he felt in very good spirits. He and Danith had taken to the skies to test the bronze’s still-healing wing. Danith was flying strongly and without favoring his wing at all. F’non laughed aloud as the dragon dove suddenly, squinting through the wind. Where are we going then, Danith? he sent. There’s good sun on the Weyrbowl right now, Danith suggested. Sounds good, the rider returned, thumping his bronze’s shoulder good-naturedly. Said bronze pulled up out of his dive several dragonlengths above his intended sunning spot, turning his momentum into a lazy spiral down to alight gently on the rocks. Moments later F’non’s booted feet touched down next to the dragon.

“Well landed, dragon,” he said cheerfully as he stretched his lean body out on a warm rock. The bronze dipped his head modestly, following his Bonded’s example. The afternoon sun heated them up quickly, eliciting a happy sigh from the dragon. F’non rolled over onto his back, hands behind his head and one foot up on a small rock, staring off into the distance. His mind was far away, back at Benden, remembering days he’d spent like this back there. Back before Saboril had died. He'd failed to fly her gold back then, too, even though the two had been madly in love. What was he doing wrong? He knew that Danith had been one of the best bronzes in Benden, so what was it that kept them from winning a flight?

You're brooding again, F'non, Danith said mournfully from his rock. Snapped from his thoughts, F'non simply stretched again. His good mood was slow returning, but return it did. It was just too good a day to spend in the past.

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