Play With Me!!! {tags: Brookth}

[Fia]

Miiiine... come play with meeeeee! Beneath wailed, sitting up and howling like a sad puppy.

"Wha-? Not NOW, 'Neath!" Fia was in the Records Room, going over the History of Pern. While she normally HATED history, she'd taken it upon herself to scan crumbling, ancient records for anything sickness related. NOTHING. To make it worse, every single one reminded her of those round skins of water she and L'rian had bombed the Weyrfolk with, that day they'd become the Streamriders of Chaos. It made her want to both laugh and cry.

I swear, if he dies, I'll find some way to bring him back... so I can kill'im myself!!!

Beneath didn't hear that...

But you never play anymore! You used to play with me all the time! Now you go for days without playing... If dragons could get teary eyes, Beneath would've. The poor Stream was horribly lonely. Marinoth, that young-ish Spector, often tried to cheer him up; but he tried to cheer EVERYONE up, and couldn't be everywhere at once. He knew that His was busy, but he also knew that she was going to go oth blind and crazy if she didn't stop to rest... and play with him!

I'm sorry, Beneath, but I'm halfway done with this stack -insert image of three-foot high stack of records- and I have to finish them-

Make HIM do it!

Pffft... HIM? He can't do it! "Hey, Fia, is this important?" "What does this word mean?" I dunno why I keep him around...

You're lonely without L'rian and Ar'lyr. K'rion is the only human you are friends with, was Beneath's unusually logical response.

I'm still L'rian's friend! Ha! That's it! Go find Brookth!

YAAAAY! Thank you, Fiamine! The dragon went from sulking to cheerful in half a second and promptly began ignoring his Rider.

BROOKTH! Where are you? he called hopefully, looking around him as if the older Strem would appear out of nowhere.

[Jeni]

As it was, the Stream did happen to appear out of nowhere. He did it quite often, and this time was no different.

However, there was something a bit off about him, as he wasn't feeling his usual peppy self. His hide seemed slightly duller though, but only to those that looked hard enough. And he didn't fly around with his normal sense of enthusiasm either.

Ever since L'rian had become very ill, Brookth just wasn't in the happiest of moods. He missed His and all the fun things they would do together. But, now L'rian was sick and there was nothing the poor Stream could do about it.

But, Beneath had called, and he certainly didn't want to miss the opportunity to spend time with his bestest dragon buddy.

Hello Beneath! Brookth asked, brightening a bit at the call from the other Stream. He landed on the ledge next to him.

And Fia, Brookth said, addressing the rider directly, though still leaving it so Beneath could hear too, L'rian asked me to give you a message. He said that he is very sorry to hear about Ar'lyr and Breath. He said he would come give you a hug if one, he wasn't afraid of getting you sick, two, he actually had the strength to get out of bed, and three, if he actually made it out of bed he wouldn't be assaulted by the healers and forced back in. The Stream finished, feeling slightly proud at remembering his rider's exact words without having to ask.

[Fia]

Beneath didn't even jump. He did, however, turn to 'grin' in delight at the older Stream. Hiya! How ya doing'? Wanna do somethin'? Had any pie recently? SOOOOOO random..... The creature's tail was flicking back and forth across the ledge.

For one mad second, Fia thought that A: L'rian had suddenly appeared to speak in her ear. B: He had somehow spoken telepathically. And C: She was going crazy.

She certainly nearly had a heart attack before realizing that it was Brookth. The voice sounded like L'rian, but had the same Stream-dragon-quality-feel-thing Beneath's did. Only different... Yeah, she was super tired... and probably going nuts.

Oh! Oh... t-tell him thank you... Could the Stream even hear her? Those are... sharding good reasons... and if he so much as TRIES to move, I'll send my flitters in to strangle him...or at least drive him buggy by screaming... no, that would make it worse... I'd... not... be... happy... with him... she finished feebly, banging her head on the record-cushioned table. K'rion assumed that the stress had gotten to her at last.

Can we play now?

[Jeni]

Knowing L'rian, suddenly appearing when he wasn't expected or speaking telepathically didn't seem to far out of reach. However, that obviously wasn't the case. It was just that Brookth was good at capturing his rider's sense of voice. Unfortunately, L'rian just seemed to sad lately, being sick and tired and all, and not knowing if he was going to live.

So, good news for Fia, she wasn't going nuts.

Alright, I will tell him. Brookth replied brightly, and then there was a pause as he contacted His. I told him, and he seemed happy to hear from you. I think he wanted to say something, but he fell asleep. He felt very tired.

The Stream could feel L'rian's weariness, and he was at least a little glad that his rider had fallen asleep. He needed rest, and, lately, he had been very restless and hadn't slept well.

Brookth turned to Beneath, looking chipper again. I'm doing ok, thanks. And no, unfortunately I haven't had any pie recently. I kinda miss it. He said with a draconic chuckle. And of course we can play now! What do you want to do? Excitement was evident in his voice. Brookth hadn't played much since L'rian got sick, and he needed something to do to take his mind off it for a bit.

[Fia]

Fia didn't move. Good! That he's asleep, not that he was super tired... ack. 'M glad he's resting. 'M shutting up now... The girl just let her head rest on the stupid table.

I dunno. She might still've been going nuts... ah well.

This is the part where Fia falls asleep at the desk and K'rion cackles because the fellis juice he out in her klah has worked. Ha.

Oooh... yay! Um... we cooouuuld... lemme think... play tag... play hide and seek... hunt butterflies... make pie (do not ask how he intended to do that)... make a mud-and-rock-and-tree-branch-fort... make mudmen... or mudballs... or mud pies... we could... eeek!

A little Bronze was darting around the Stream's head, scolding him furiously, evidently convinced that all mentioned activities were absolutely criminal without express permission from their human. Beneath sent him flying with a puff of air from his nose.

Oh, shoo, you... you fleepflop-theetar-dingledog! Don't ask...

[Jeni]

Oh! Those all sound like such fun options! We should do them all!!! Brookth replied eagerly. Apparently, the thought of time played no part in his decision making skills. Why should he have to worry about time? Life was supposed to be fun! Besides, it's not like he really had much else to do at the moment.

Fleepflop-theetar-dingledog.... I shall have to use that sometime! Brookth had picked up yet another weird thing to do. Call people that. Whatever that was.

[Fia]

Okay! How to start? the Stream mused. Hmmmm..... let' ask someone wise and powerful... Marinoth! he howled. What should we do?

Mmm... build a fort, the young-ish Spector yawned, curled up on his ledge.

Okay! Is that alright to start with, Brookth?

Scout, determined to make Beneath behave, started screaming and diving at his head. The Stream did not appreciate it.

OW! YOU CHICKENSOCK! he screamed, waving his wings wildly. YOU LEMONFOOT! YOU SHAMEEMA! WHY DON'T YOU DROP DEAD?! YOU FILTHY, WRETCHED BAS...KET, he finished lamely. His had forbidden him to say the bad word. Basket, he accused, glaring at the tiny Bronze, who looked highly skeptical.

[Jeni]

((*bursts out laughing* "YOU FILTHY, WRETCHED BAS...KET" *falls of the couch*))

Yes! A fort sounds wonderful! We shall make the best fort that was ever built! Ever! Brookth emphasized, flaring his wings once to further the point that theirs would surely be better than any fort ever built in all eternity.

Zango probably would've joined in, but the small Summer was currently sleeping on L'rian's head.

Brookth watched amusedly as Beneath yelled at the Bronze flit, giving a bugle of agreement as his fellow Stream finished. Not that he wanted Scout to drop dead or anything, he just thought Beneath made a funny way of telling him off. I must say, Beneath, your insults are second next to none. You are the best!

Watch Brookth start going around calling people/dragons/flits/etc. a chickensock, lemonfoot, shameema, or, best of all, a basket... of course, along with Fleepflop-theetar-dingledog....