This is a continuation of “Nightmares Steeped in Crimson.” Around two months have passed since this life changing event for the dragon and lion in their relationship. Rihnn is recuperating from another werebear transformation, and not only does Yazka voice his disdain for the colder, approaching days of a Dravanian winter, he also brings to Rihnn's attention his homesickness, wanting to return to Thavnair to check on his family and report to Ahewann. Yazka manages to persuade Rihnn to join him on this long voyage and meets his family.

WRITER’S NOTE:

Writing is in RP format between Tashi/Khian & Cillian.

Rated T

🤎 - Yazka: Tashi/Khian

💜 - Rihnn: Cillian

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After his night transformed into the werebear and Yazka coming to his home to check on him, surprisingly enjoying the tender snuggles they shared that morning after, Rihnn spent the next few days organizing his things and figuring out what he needed to bring with him to Thavnair this time 'round. His first visit to the hot and humid continent was certainly not as long, and he hadn't brought as many things with him to not weigh himself down. All those months ago... he had sought Vrtra's wisdom. And like his visit with Hraesvelgr the first few times, was scolded like an impudent child. Such was the way conversing and existing with extraordinary beings that saw time as nothing but a construct.

Yazka was kind enough to give him his space and let him rest the remainder of those couple of days so he himself could pack up his belongings. The two of them made the arduous trek to Limsa Lominsa to seek passage on a large enough vessel to ferry them away to Thavnair. Rihnn managed to scrounge up a decent amount of money he had saved up from his hunts, having that safety net ease his mind a bit since he didn't know how long he'd be staying with Yazka at his home.

The boat ride was sure uneventful, but his stomach had not relented just like it hadn't the first time he sailed out to these brighter, greener and more blue waters. Rihnn hadn't been overly seasick, but the motion sickness made his head more woozy than anything else. Perhaps purchasing one of those lassies from that one vendor would perk his spirits up...

Yazka stood by him on the pier, their long awaited stop had been the little lion's sea-breeze home. Rihnn remembers him telling him about the the place he grew up in when they laid in bed together. How the salty air felt cooler on the skin to relieve the ever relentless thick humidity. It felt nicer, that was for sure. But this wasn't Rihnn's first time in Yedlihmad, having stopping here during his first visit, even though he hadn't stayed long. Everyone seemed decently nice the last time from what he remembered.

"So, this is your home? I have been here before. Uhh... Yedlihmad, right?" Rihnn glances over to his blonde partner beside him, large pack strapped to his back with his favored Skullrendor axe neatly tucked behind it. This time, however, Rihnn made sure to wear a lighter leather jacket to withstand the heat. His expression towards Yazka was still a bit tired and sickly, but he fought through it and gifted him a small, weak smile.