The Fyreborn Islands, Saturday, Fandom Time

[glacial_queen]

So after a week like the one they'd had, Karla's desire for a cheerful day at the beach had grown to something akin to need. In fact, she'd sent Jaenelle and Lucivar early to set up so that by the time her guests arrived, they could just pile into a Coach and go.

Which, in fact, was exactly what they did. Kyle barely had time to boggle at SaDiablo Hall (or the portal or even Warren's wings), before Karla and Holt were herding them into the Coach and leaping up to catch the Opal Wind to the Fyreborn Islands.

By the time they arrived, Jaenelle and Lucivar had set up the picnic--packed by Mrs. Beale and more akin to a movable feast--including a veritable mountain of small green berries to eat and share with the wildlife.

What wildlife?

Oh, you know. Just dragons. Just your usual, every day, average dragons. Pony-sized--not counting wings and the tails. Didn't anyone say, Kyle?

In Kaeleer, dragons were real.

[NFB, for those who know who they are]

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[kindrednotkind.livejournal.com]

*Oh, yes! Yes! I will! I'll show you so really good, I promise!* With a small butt-wriggle for extra momentum, Threwl launched himself into the air, a little clumsy yet, with the wings he had yet to grow into, but in a few flaps he had smoothed out and was circling up to the highest peak.

Once there, he kept a stern lookout, rejecting several waves for not being 'just right.' It was obvious he was taking his role as guide very seriously.

*Oh, there's one!* he sent, pointing a claw at an incoming wave. It was tall, with a bit of foam at the top, and an excellent arc as it rushed towards the cliff face. *I'm gonna go, okay, Warren? Okay? You watching? You are watching right?*

[wwiii]

"I'm watching," Warren called back, his voice carrying the distance between himself and Threwl easily enough. Apparently, his increased lung capacity served more purposes than simply letting him get enough air while he was flying. "Go ahead, Threwl!"

His shoulders were shaking a little for the effort he was making to keep from just flat-out laughing. This was amazing. And kind of hilarious.

[kindrednotkind.livejournal.com]

Threwl flung himself into the air with a mental war-whoop, and then dove towards the water far, far, far below. His wings were kept tucked close to his body as he hit the wave with a tremendous SPLASH!

Almost ten seconds later he resurfaced, peering up at the cliff and waving his front leg. *Did you see? Did you see?*

[wwiii]

Warren waved back, putting a wing into the motion just to be certain that Threwl could see it from over there.

"I saw! Well done!"

And even he had to admit, it looked like fun.

[kindrednotkind.livejournal.com]

*Now you try!* Threwl sent, waving back. *Yeah, yeah?*

[wwiii]

"Now I try," Warren agreed, crouching down, and then leaping up and flapping to get some altitude. "But just the once until I dry off again, okay?"

The dragons were more than welcome to mock him for looking like a soggy waterfowl once he was finished with this wave-whomp, too.

He watched the waves for a moment, circling overhead, before he spotted one that he figured would probably pass muster for the little dragon and he pointed at it.

"How's that one, right there?"

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Threwl watched it critically, giving it all due consideration. It wouldn't do for Warren's first wave to whomp be a dud!

*It looks good,* he sent after a few seconds. *Go for it!*

[wwiii]

"Alright," Warren called back, flapping and circling around one more time. "Incoming!"

And here would be where the multidimensional tendency of all Warren Worthingtons ever to show off came into play. Warren went into a steep dive, practically barrelling at the water nose-first and flapping to put more speed into it before, right at the last moment, pulling his wings in tight, curling himself into a ball, and then cannonballing the hell out of that wave.

Somewhere between the point where he started swimming back up toward the water's surface, and the point where he actually broke the surface again, he thought to himself that it was very fortunate that he wasn't particularly easy to break. A dive like that could have been devastating, for most people.