Nightmares (Open)

[medicpetrelli]

"What're you doing here, Nate?" Peter asked, sitting up. He was in the caves and he could hear Kalmorth snoring, so how the hell was his brother suddenly standing at the foot of his bed?!

"I'm here to save you, Pete. To bring you home." Nathan strode over and came to rest on the floor, kneeling down on one knee. His hand reached up to brush away

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[wastrel_prince]

Darvish was on the way back to his weyr from the kitchens; he'd needed a bit of a distraction, and one of the girls working nights there was always willing for a tumble, he'd found. Better that than wine. It had to be. Berith didn't seem to have a problem with it, at least. And his other cravings left the dragon's eyes whirling that distressed orange color. So. He just switched what he wanted. And a good workout was never amiss, he thought wryly.

His musing was interrupted by a man rushing past. Peter, wasn't it? He thought that was what he'd said at that lesson, the last time they'd had a chance to talk. He'd looked upset. Darvish followed, watching him for a moment before he spoke. "Problem, friend?"

[medicpetrelli]

Peter wiped his eyes roughly and hunched in on himself. "Nope." Despite being so very hot a few minutes ago he was suddenly freezing.

Kalmorth nosed his leg and then sighed, not leaving Peter to check out the other dragon or his rider. This was serious. Peter was making him anxious.

[wastrel_prince]

Berith was sleeping in the weyr, having no interest in Darvish's wenching. It would have been handy to have him here, to ask the other dragon questions. They seemed to care more about the rider's well being than any personal privacy. He took a step forward, placing a calloused hand on the man's bare shoulder. "Sure?"

[medicpetrelli]

"Yeah." He didn't sound very convincing, Peter knew that. But he didn't want to unload all his problems on a stranger.

Kalmorth whined softly and put his chin on Peter's knee.