26.Dec.17, 02:13 AM
An’tell came to consciousness with the familiar brush of Erinath’s mind on his, today an insistent push that he arise immediately.
’What is it?’ He asked his dragon sleepily, blearily trying to recall if they had any pressing activities that day he’d forgotten about.
Nadioth’s Rising. The bronze said simply, increasing the sense of urgency he was projecting to his rider. It took An’tell a few seconds of blinking sleepily to remember which dragon that was, who rode her, and the fact that she was at Ista, which meant he actually had to get properly dressed in full gear in order to get there.
’Are you actually planning on trying to win this time, or is it just some early morning exercise?’ An’tell asked, weariness in his tone.
I haven’t decided yet. Erinath said, and An’tell could sense the indignant head toss that accompanied it. So get up and stop ruining any chance I have if I do want to win.
It didn’t take long for An’tell to get dressed and ready to go, putting only the bare minimum riding straps he could safely get away with in place. Erinath chased enough that he’d figured out the best configuration and could fasten them on in his sleep, which was really very convenient for early morning Flights like this.
An’tell had barely formed the image of Ista Weyr in his mind before they were between and only seconds more till they were gliding down into the bowl of the Weyr. Soon, Erinath’s riding straps were off and a smirking greenrider offered to give An’tell a lift to Vaeyla’s weyr, which he accepted. He’d gotten over the embarrassment of Flights turns ago, thankfully. He wondered if Erinath had chased so much for that exact purpose. Thoughts for future times, he decided as he disembarked in the correct place to join the other hopefuls and here-because-my-dragon-wants-to-be-heres. An uncharacteristic grin broke over An’tell’s face, consumed as he was with Erinath’s cheerful excitement.
’Have fun, Erinath. He said, as the great bronze stretched his wings and roared his participation to the world.
’What is it?’ He asked his dragon sleepily, blearily trying to recall if they had any pressing activities that day he’d forgotten about.
Nadioth’s Rising. The bronze said simply, increasing the sense of urgency he was projecting to his rider. It took An’tell a few seconds of blinking sleepily to remember which dragon that was, who rode her, and the fact that she was at Ista, which meant he actually had to get properly dressed in full gear in order to get there.
’Are you actually planning on trying to win this time, or is it just some early morning exercise?’ An’tell asked, weariness in his tone.
I haven’t decided yet. Erinath said, and An’tell could sense the indignant head toss that accompanied it. So get up and stop ruining any chance I have if I do want to win.
It didn’t take long for An’tell to get dressed and ready to go, putting only the bare minimum riding straps he could safely get away with in place. Erinath chased enough that he’d figured out the best configuration and could fasten them on in his sleep, which was really very convenient for early morning Flights like this.
An’tell had barely formed the image of Ista Weyr in his mind before they were between and only seconds more till they were gliding down into the bowl of the Weyr. Soon, Erinath’s riding straps were off and a smirking greenrider offered to give An’tell a lift to Vaeyla’s weyr, which he accepted. He’d gotten over the embarrassment of Flights turns ago, thankfully. He wondered if Erinath had chased so much for that exact purpose. Thoughts for future times, he decided as he disembarked in the correct place to join the other hopefuls and here-because-my-dragon-wants-to-be-heres. An uncharacteristic grin broke over An’tell’s face, consumed as he was with Erinath’s cheerful excitement.
’Have fun, Erinath. He said, as the great bronze stretched his wings and roared his participation to the world.