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 Posted: Tue Sep 30, 2025 10:19 am
PRP Between me, myself, and I for Rynne and Dvalin! 
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Posted: Tue Sep 30, 2025 12:16 pm
It had started getting colder.
Had.
As soon as the temperature dropped, so did everything else in Dvalin's life other than to create their nest. Rynne had been so patient with him, his antsiness for the weather to cool down so he could do what instinct told him to do. But the heat prevented him from settling, since the warm weather was when he could actually collect what he needed. Fruits, vegetables, small animals...He couldn't keep much when it was warm, everything would spoil too quickly. And things going bad was counter-productive to making a storage for him and his beloved mate.
Rynne had the fortune to be the one to watch his antics. She had to fight hard to keep her giggles to herself witnessing his shenanigans. Once the first leaf turned a slightly golden color from the greens of the summer, Rynne was told to take everything easy, that her draconic lover would take care of everything. While she wasn't a fan of high mountains, she was a fan of Dvalin, and as such would put up with so much just so he would have his freedoms.
Freedom was probably the biggest thing between them, even if they were completely devoted to each other. Matter of fact, Dvalin understood Rynne's secondary devotion to her beloved Niobe to the point of asking if he should make a secondary nest! The fact that he was willing to make room for her best of friends and her lover made Rynne even more sure that Dvalin would never, ever take her freedom from her.
Thus, Dvalin was in his first frenzy.
Zipping to and fro between two nesting sites, though close together, making sure that it was comfortable both for himself, and for the non-draconics such as Rynne, her soulfriend, and her mate. Though he was well aware that the second pair would not be living with them, he still wanted to make sure that if they did visit, they would be comfortable and safe. Safety was on part with comfort, and though the large draconic stallion was able to fend off any who wished ill in his territory, he preferred to just avoid conflict altogether.
After safety and comfort came sustenance!
Since it was nice and cool for a few days, Dvalin took his time gathering food. The storage caves were prepped, and the cooler it got the easier it would be to know what exactly he would be searching for. Vegetables and fruits were the easiest to get, store and prepare. Meat would need to wait until it got colder...but Dvalin was impatient.
Too impatient.
Not even a week after the leaves started changing, Rynne made the trek to their work in progress home to find Dvalin looking utterly distraught.
Taking in his limply-hanging tail, droopy wings and somewhat dulled colors, Rynne shook her sweat-soaked bangs out of her face and gently nudged his haunch.
"Beloved Stormterror~" Rynne sing-songed his nickname "What ails you this day, my Wind?" As usual, her voice was light, airy and held a teasing lilt.
Neglecting to respond right away, Dvalin simply, slowly, and sadly turned his head to look at her. His normally bright, playfull eyes now seemed dull and lifeless. His shining, well-groomed feathers and fur were slick and crusted with sweat.
"I'm...I'm sorry, my Heartsong..." Dvalin near-whispered, causing Rynne's eyes to widen and slide closer to him. "It...It was a cruel...The...It was so cool yesterday..." He all but whimpered.
"Shhhh..." Rynne soothed, nuzzling his snout "The clime is mysterious these days...undulating like the sea in it's temperatures." She attempted to reassure him.
"But...but all I gathered..." Dvalin sniffled, closing his eyes as he gently rocked the basket he had filled with delicious fruits and veggies. "It's going to go bad...It's going to spoil..."
"Then we shall wait until the cold returns." Rynne nodded, buzzing her wings in a show of excitement. "We shall gather again, my Wind. With the short burst of heat, the harvest shall be closest to top ripening." She assured him, sounding confident as one does when they're talking out their a**. She honestly had no idea if the harvestibles would be overripe at this point.
"But--" Dvalin started to protest, only to be cut off by having a kiss placed on his cheek. It was enough to get him to silence himself, cheek scales darkening and the wind-aligned markings on his body starting ti glow ever so slightly.
"Hush, Stormterror." Rynne playfully chided him, nuzzling into the feathering along his jawline. "We shall harvest, we shall hunt, then we shall weather whatever else happens. As the clime has changed before, it shall change again. Is it not the nature of our world to have the freedom to change?" She asked, never ceasing her affectionate rubbings and kisses to where she could reach.
"As...as you say, my Heartsong." Dvalin agreed through one last sniffle, the light and playfulness reaching his eyes once more.
"Good." Rynne smiled, affectionately nibbling one last time on his jawline feathering. The fae mare leaned away from him, now feeling the effects of their bodies being so close together in the oppressive heat. "Now, since it's nice and warm....care for a swim? You're sticky!" She teased, sticking her tongue out at him as she hurriedly made her way to the river nearby.
"Heh...I'm not the only one." Dvalin rumbled, watching her go for a just a few moments before he followed, leaving behind the basket of his harvest for now.
The Freedom to change...such is the way of the world, such was their way of life.
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