02.Mar.12, 03:23 PM
Whoosh!
The pleasantly cool autumn air rushed over I'shan and Ilveriath as they blinked into being. Ilveriath crooned fondly, for he loved such breezy days, their charm and comfort increased only when particularly warm. This wasn't aperfect springtime day, but it was still quite pleasant. Normally a placid and pliable thing, the dragon had asked his rider so sweetly for a bath today that I'shan could not refuse.
Of course, the bluerider had an ace up his sleeve. Namely, Farlint. I'shan smiled and gave the boy a pat on the arm. "We're here!" he shouted above the wind as his dragon angled himself down and began his descent.
Ilveriath was in no hurry. He sloped downwards like a piece of paper drifting to the ground, his wings fanning out to perform wide loops and sweeping curves. I'shan didn't complain; he thought such smooth acrobatics were fun. It sometimes made his passengers sick, but since Farlint was Ilveriath's biggest fan outside of I'shan himself, he saw no reason to stop it.
Once he finished with his play, the blue dragon finally dropped to a light landing. He folded his wings and let out a loud, contented huff. "Here we are," I'shan announced, patting his dragon's neck before unclipping the straps and jumping to the ground. He held out a hand to help Farlint, though after three turns, the young man surely had ridden enough that he could get down on his own. Call it courtesy.
Ilveriath waited patiently for the pair to dismount, remove his straps and collect the bathing supplies from I'shan's bag. I'shan could still detect the deeply-buried, cold-burning excitement in the beast. Ilveriath was too calm and modest to show it, of course!
Take your time. Really. Ilveriath said softly, masking his sarcasm as an effort to sound modest. I'shan laughed as he peeled the straps away and gave the dragon's flank a slap. "Go ahead! Go!" he cheered.
Ilveriath rumbled and slid forward, slipping into the water like a tunnel snake. I'shan smirked and looked at Farlint. "Thanks for coming with me," he said. As much as he loved Ilveriath, he appreciated having help for this kind of chore.
The pleasantly cool autumn air rushed over I'shan and Ilveriath as they blinked into being. Ilveriath crooned fondly, for he loved such breezy days, their charm and comfort increased only when particularly warm. This wasn't aperfect springtime day, but it was still quite pleasant. Normally a placid and pliable thing, the dragon had asked his rider so sweetly for a bath today that I'shan could not refuse.
Of course, the bluerider had an ace up his sleeve. Namely, Farlint. I'shan smiled and gave the boy a pat on the arm. "We're here!" he shouted above the wind as his dragon angled himself down and began his descent.
Ilveriath was in no hurry. He sloped downwards like a piece of paper drifting to the ground, his wings fanning out to perform wide loops and sweeping curves. I'shan didn't complain; he thought such smooth acrobatics were fun. It sometimes made his passengers sick, but since Farlint was Ilveriath's biggest fan outside of I'shan himself, he saw no reason to stop it.
Once he finished with his play, the blue dragon finally dropped to a light landing. He folded his wings and let out a loud, contented huff. "Here we are," I'shan announced, patting his dragon's neck before unclipping the straps and jumping to the ground. He held out a hand to help Farlint, though after three turns, the young man surely had ridden enough that he could get down on his own. Call it courtesy.
Ilveriath waited patiently for the pair to dismount, remove his straps and collect the bathing supplies from I'shan's bag. I'shan could still detect the deeply-buried, cold-burning excitement in the beast. Ilveriath was too calm and modest to show it, of course!
Take your time. Really. Ilveriath said softly, masking his sarcasm as an effort to sound modest. I'shan laughed as he peeled the straps away and gave the dragon's flank a slap. "Go ahead! Go!" he cheered.
Ilveriath rumbled and slid forward, slipping into the water like a tunnel snake. I'shan smirked and looked at Farlint. "Thanks for coming with me," he said. As much as he loved Ilveriath, he appreciated having help for this kind of chore.