Outside the Comfort Zone (Myyra)

Haneul lay outside his den on his little island. Lately, it had been quite windy and rainy, but today was a beautiful day. It was warm but breezy, the skies were clear. The Guardian smiled and yawned a little.  Having injured his left wing the day before, Haneul was under house arrest for a week. Why a week? Because the Healer wanted him to spend time doing anything other than guarding the border.
Apparently it didn't occur to said Healer that his time would be spent on his island, leaving him with nothing to do at all... Oh well. With a sigh, Han stood and started walking to the waterfall for a drink.

A brilliant yellow dragoness was enjoying the sunlight significantly more than a certain guardian she was on her way to visit. She looped through the air a few times, corkscrews, frontflips, backflips, barrel rolls, anything and everything was fair game for the blind dragoness. With no other wingbeats near her, Myyra was free to fly as she pleased, with no need for caution. She flapped her wings a few times, leveling out her flight path and slowing down as she began her descent, the hypersonic noises that left her slightly open mouth bounced back at her as she scanned for the dragon living here. Her sightless eyes lit up in joy as she found who she was looking for, and she slowed down, coming to a stop at the top of the waterfall, landing at the top of it and sending the spray on a different flight path than normal. With a childish giggle after a moment of this, she took off again and landed next to the injured dragon, flopping down next to him and folding her massive wings close to her body. "You doing alright?"

Han heard Myyra lamd at the top of the fall. How did he know it was Myyra? Simple, she was the only one who visited him. He looked up as she landed beside him. "Hello, Myyra. I'm fine, my wing is just sore. How are you today?".

The sightless dragoness pushed up against his good wing, smiling. "I'm fine." She paused, thinking, then grinned and flicked her tail. "So, anything interesting happen? Or anything you wanna do? I finished my rounds, so I'm not going to be missed." She chirped, flicking him with her wing.

Haneul Sat as Myyra pushed up against his wing. He killed over her questions and chuckled at the last one. "No, nothing interesting has happened lately. I've just been laying around and enjoying the day. And uh, there's not really anything I can do, with my wing being injured." Another breeze went by and Han ruffled his feathers.

The dragoness giggled. "C'mon. It's not like you need your wing to walk around or anything. There's gotta be something you wanna do that doesn't involve flying." She tipped her head, thinking, then gave a larger grin. "I won't fly either. Until your wing gets better, I won't fly unless I have to go somewhere again. Deal?"