Dragon Rider Play

Pat followed Jeremiah out and waited until they were half way to the bunkhouse to ask. "So? What did he say?"

Jeremiah rubbed the back of his neck. "He mentioned my hair was wet, and I told him I was getting all cleaned up and all, and then Tithenor said 'for your date?'" Jeremiah swallowed. "I just hope the drugs addled his brain enough to make him forget how nervous I was or how much I tried to change the subject on him."

"I doubt he'll remember much of the last couple of days," Pat giggled.

Jeremiah laughed. "I won't let him live down that he thought Jeremiah was my mother's name."

"You could be Jeremiah the Second, named after your mother!" Pat teased.

"Except Tithenor knows I named Erika after my mother." Jeremiah laughed.

"Erika Jeremiah," Pat suggested, grinning as they reached the bunkhouse.  "It's a god, strong name."

Jeremiah smiled and shook his head. "Really, Pat?"

"No, but at this point, everything is funny," she told him.

Jeremiah laughed and stretched. "Want to steal the bathroom first?" He offered.

"Yes, please, thank you," Pat said and nipped into the bathroom to change.

Jeremiah nodded and sat on his bunk as he waited. He would make sure no one disturbed Pat while he-SHE-changed.

Pat changed quickly and slipped back in.  "Thanks, Jeremiah."  She climbed into her bunk and curled up.  "Goodnight."

Jeremiah nodded before he claimed the bathroom himself. "Night Pat."

(Next day unless you had something you needed to do, then yell)

Tithenor was sitting up, eyes alert and somewhat wary.

(Can I yell anyway? XD)

Jeremiah woke with a stretch and yawn, popping his back like normal. He got up and mechanically changed before going to get Erika started on her day. The cooler morning air always helped wake him up.

Pat stumbled out of bed to follow Jeremiah, going to the bathroom first then the shower.  Ah, heat!

Erika was still sound asleep, her spikes out aggressively.  She was not a fan of the cold.

Jeremiah went to her stall and watched her a moment. "You know, I could try and figure out a way to keep you warmer in here if you asked."

Erika slowly uncurled, blinking sluggishly.  She chirped softly and curled up again.  Come back when it was warm.

Warrior came to the front of his stall, looking at Jeremiah curiously.

Blade picked up Erika and went outside. He found a nice and sunny place to sit and set the dragon in his lap. "There. That should warm you up nicely."

Erika yawned and slowly stretched out.  Ah, this did feel better.  So much better!

Pat dragged her fingers through her hair to try to get it to dry as she ran to the rookery to get Nightshade.

Jeremiah nodded a greeting when he saw Pat. "Morning."

"Morning," Pat panted, waving to him.  "Someone else not an early riser?"

"It's cold. She's cold." Jeremiah explained. "So we are warming up in the sun. Wonder if Mark has any idea on how to make the stalls warmer."

"I haven't even seen Mark since yesterday," Pat admitted. "I hope he's okay. Do you want to check on Tithenor before or after breakfast?"