[PRP] Baby, It's Cold Outside! (Nadry/C'lusi+Dragons)

[Meepfur]

It was starting to get cold out, and Nadry did not approve.  Not today, anyway.  For all that she was often too hot lately, today it was exactly the opposite, and after finishing Menankith's scrub and oil for the sevenday, she retreated to the weyr for dry clothes and to burrow back into bed.  She was done for the day, thank you very much!  She was cold, her back hurt, and she was not doing a single other thing for the rest of the day.  Nope.  She would just be a lazy, semi-comfortable lump right here under these furs.

Thus far, she hadn't needed to ask for any assistance with Menankith's baths, but it was starting to get awfully tempting.  She was still fairly capable physically, but with the lower temperatures as they moved closer to winter, it probably wouldn't hurt to start taking advantage of the available help.  Surely some candidates would be happy to have bathing a dragon as their chore assignment!  Even if it was chilly.

Oh, I would like that! Menankith thrummed, catching the thought and approving - and keeping her from dozing right off. Could we ask for a girl candidate, do you think?

It's probably luck of the draw.  Besides, they might not want to risk you corrupting any impressionable youths. Nadry shifted, trying to work out the current ideal position, which seemed to change from one sevenday to the next, if not on a daily basis.  This inconvenienced Sir Moustache, who'd just gotten comfortable himself, and he toddled over to curl up on one of the only pillows she didn't have with a put-upon sigh.

xUta

I imagine Menankith is chillin' with Macuith, wherever he's at theae days! <3

 

[Uta]

Winter time was fast approaching. While the man much preferred the warmer and milder weather of spring and summer, the cold brought many advantages with it. Advantages such as hot drinks, cozy outfits, and lots of excuses to cuddle and share warmth. Winter time also meant that Macuith and he were edging closer to recovery. Rider and dragon had been spending more time in the air than on the ground, though his blue’s landings still left much to be desired. Weak as Macuith had been immediately after his injury, the blue was putting on more weight, and had even been practicing hunting with three limbs as opposed to four.

Curled up on his ledge, waiting for Menankith’s return, the blue dragon had only too happily cuddled up with the now clean and sleek brown. His clutchmate turned lover did cut quite a magnificent figure, and was very easy on the eyes… and, of course, was all his. Well, his and Viandarth’s, of course. They were all each others, and that suited Macuith quite fine.

C’lusi, for his part, had been working on his own strength training. He would never be as muscular as R’shahar, but he had lost quite a bit of weight and mass after his injury. While he’d regained some of it, it was a work in progress. Now, though, with a baby on the way, he felt a need to work even harder. He’d once worried about fulfilling his duties as a rider one-handed, but now was the extra worries about somehow failing the baby! How was he going to hold the baby with one arm? How was he going to help Nadry when he still struggled sometimes himself? Ah, but that was neither here nor there, and he was determined to make sure Nadry was as comfortable as possible. R’shahar and Nadry had been so patient and kind and good to him, he was utterly grateful, and forever in their debt.
When Nadry came in, the brown-haired man glanced up from where he was working. His handwriting was still atrocious, though it was (more or less) legible. He watched her shift upon the bed, and disturb Sir Moustache. Pushing himself away from the table, and setting his quill to the side, C’lusi made his way over to the bed. He grabbed a throw blanket from the foot of the bed, and settled himself next to her. It took a moment, but he wrapped it about her as best he was able, and offered her a kiss on the head. “Anything I can do for you, love?” She had been gone a bit of time. Oiling and bathing a dragon wasn’t exactly quick work, no matter the weather.

”Meepfur”

 

[Meepfur]

It had perhaps been a bit inconsiderate to not give C'lusi more than just passing acknowledgement somewhere between changing and burrowing into bed, but shardit, she was sore and cold and she wanted a nap!  There was something very deeply satisfying about nestling down under the furs, and even if getting into a comfortable position was difficult, she still felt better just being all covered up.  The warmth and security of it met a sort of primal need, even if it did deprive Sir Moustache of a prime spot.

When she felt a distinctive weight settle next to her, she peeked her head out and reached for the bluerider, snuggling into him even as he kissed her forehead.  More warmth was very, very good, and on top of that, she was having an especially needy day - not that she wasn't almost always into cuddling, but if she'd tended toward clingy before, well.  Pregnancy had brought it further out, as there were rather stressful elements which often had her seeking reassurance.  Even if that reassurance was just being held.

"Spring.  If you could make it spring, that would be nice," she murmurred against him. "But this is good, too."

Menankith, of course, had wasted little time in cuddling up with his most magnificent blue - once he'd taken a moment or two to pose just so, knowing well that Macuith would appreciate the view.  He then proceeded to bump heads with him and curled around the smaller dragon, thrumming with contentment.  The days were all much better now, with Macuith on their ledge where he belonged.

Uta

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