[PRP] a good bad idea [ yura/nevidenth + ???

[houllow]

If there was one thing that Nevidenth hadn't outgrown, it was his desire to do things. Things that weren't entirely proper to do for a bronze dragon, or any dragon for that matter, but if it hadn't stopped him in Weyrlinghood he wondered if anyone would try now that he was a full-grown adult. There was a bit of arrogance in why he did what he did, having gotten away with it here and there as a dragonet, and sometimes he did lean a bit too much into the color of his hide when it came to pressuring others into looking the other way. Of course he always made sure to go back and thank those very same dragons for their help (with Yura apologizing so much to their riders for Nevidenth's pushy behavior), but more often than not he tried to rope others into being accomplices. Adventures and pranks were all fun and fine on one's own but it was when a whole group got together that the bronze was happiest.

So today, with Yura looming nearby and (generally) out of any nearby harm's way, Nevindeth wanted a bit of adventure. Was there anyone around who felt up to joining? He'd heard on the wind some gossip about a potential fun activity and what was fun if something not meant to be shared?

Prism Shine

 

[Prism Shine]

The funk that had settled over the young bronze pair since Cythereath's flight still hadn't quite shaken free. While, yes, they could still perform their duties in wing, the socialiability that they had worked so hard on had slipped away from them both in the past few weeks. Near months, since before Zenobiath’s flight, after all.

It was.. Tiresome. Tiresome on the hearts, tiresome on the mind.

So while lounging on his ledge, cleaning his claws, his gaze drifted onto the familiar sight of his brother Nevidenth. A familiar sight, and one that Pellereth was all too happy to see, while there was free time to be had.

Nevidenth! He called softly from his ledge, standing and stretching. I’lin, roused from his craftwork on a new sculpture, had come to join him, climbing the straps so they could glide down and join the duo. I hope you don’t mind the company. Have you plans today?

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