For the mini prompts: Tairn is having a bad day. đ
Tairn had considered just... sleeping through the day.
It was the day of bonds once again. Tairn hadn't bothered to attend any of the events around the day since he'd lost his previous rider; he didn't want more reminders than necessary.
This year, however, Codagh had brought his rider to see something that had both of them in a mood. Tairn didn't particularly care, except that the elder black's presence meant he was expected to defer to Codagh as the oldest of their den. Last night he'd been stuck herding sheep for Codagh. It was particularly ridiculous when there were only two of them in the den! Privately, Tairn thought having younger dragons round up the food for elders was silly ceremony anyway.
Now everyone was busy preparing to bond, or giving advice to someone who was preparing to bond, or already out with their riders doing... whatever it was humans did in preparation. Tairn had never particularly paid attention, even the one time he'd bothered to actually bond with one of them.
Tairn just wanted to be left alone to not think about riders at all, thank you very much. Sgaeyl had been reasonable, leaving him alone without making a big deal about it at all in fact. If only the other black dragon could be so reasonable.
Codagh had opinions. Opinions about Tairn's choice to "hide away like a hatchling" the last few years. Opinions about what the other den elders did while he was preening in Calldyr. Even opinions about which dragons were planning to bond this year, which was supposed to be a sacred choice and none of his damn business.
"And where's that mate of yours?" Codagh asked, dragging Tairn's attention back to the conversation.
"I'm sure you don't really care. Isn't it about time for you to be overseeing the newly bonded as they return?"
Codagh huffed and Tairn heroically restrained from rolling his eyes.
"Yes, I suppose I need to see who's chosen the human princeling and make sure the ones who escaped me are dealt with. That shouldn't be too much lo--." Codagh's thought cut off. The larger dragon launched a few moments later and Tairn didn't bother to watch him go. Maybe next time Codagh was in the Vale, he'd feel the sudden need to visit anywhere else.
Well, whatever he was in such a hurry about, it wasn't Tairn's problem. He curled up in his den and went back to sleep.
It was after dark when he woke again, this time to the sound of arguing in the center of the Vale. He followed it and found Codagh yelling at a group of dragons, others arguing with him about the sanctity of the bonding ceremony, and then he caught a flash of blue he knew so well:
"You cannot control another dragon's bonding," Sgaeyl bared her teeth at the larger black dragon. Aimsir was clearly trying to intervene between them, but Codagh was altogether too close to his mate. Tairn roared from the side of the crowded clearing, and a path to the argument in the center quickly opened for him.
Tairn raged forward, too upset to even appreciate the half-step backward Codagh took. The tide of the argument turned then, as Tairn's strength and age both were nearly a match for his elder.
"It was well of you to defend Chradh and the others," he told her after, as they returned to the den. He'd felt her reaction to his threats to Codagh, and was looking forward to seeing that appreciation privately. "It's just as well that we've not..."
Sgaeyl had stopped. Tairn stretched his neck, looking back at her. "Sgaeyl?"
"We have. Or, I have. I've taken a new rider."
"Oh don't give me that, old man. You'll like him. He's as stubborn as you." Sgaeyl had caught up with him now, brushing her wing against his.
Now he thought he should have asked more questions earlier. "And why was Codagh so upset, exactly?"
"We've made sure all of the hatchlings left behind by the humans who wished to fight the venin were bonded."
That was definitely not everything, Tairn could feel things left unsaid rubbing up against their bond. He could also, now that he was paying attention, sense the tiny wisp of a human Sgaeyl was connected to.
'Bonding is nothing but trouble," Tairn grumbled.
"We need the humans," she said, and it was not a sentiment Tairn heard often. Sgaeyl had been rather busy lately; Tairn had been too distracted by his depression to question it.
He definitely needed to ask more questions.
Before he could, though, Sgaeyl twined her tail with his, tugging just so, and Tairn decided his day had seen enough frustration. He could save questions he didn't want to hear the answers to until tomorrow.
For the moment, Sgaeyl had more enjoyable plans to put in motion.