17.Jan.21, 01:22 PM
Despite everything that had happened in the last few weeks, B’kit was determined to get to Fort for the Hatching to support his friends. He’d missed the last one where so many friends had Impressed or been hurt, and he didn’t want to let a storm stand in his way. He’d gotten in a fight with J’shom about going back to Fort after what Corvilis had done, and now he was running late. Checking Erebuth’s harness again, and using the straps, they took off. Kitt pictured the Weyr and they jumped between.
Emerging from the freezing cold of between into a blizzard hardly seemed fair. The visibility was worse than he’d expected, and B’kit squinted against the snow, trying to see where they could land as Erebuth greeted the watch dragon. A sudden gust took them both by surprise with its strength, blowing them off course and risking blowing them right into the walls of the Bowl.
The thunder was cacophonous, drowning out any attempt at speaking. We should go back, Re, he mindspoke in a panic, pulling up the reference for Ista in his mind as he held onto the straps nervously. Just as he felt Erebuth tense and heard him rumble agreement, everything vanished in a searing flare of burning light.
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He wasn’t sure what happened or how they got down. All he knew was the pain. He couldn’t tell if it was his or Erebuth’s, but it was nauseating, just like the smell filling his nose and the taste in his mouth. B’kit tried to open his eyes, to reach out for Erebuth, and shrieked in pain as he came back to his senses.
The watch dragon and another had helped catch them as the pair fell from the sky, and brought them to an open weyr ledge to get out of the storm before calling for help.The blue had taken the worst of the lightning strike, one wing badly burned and dragging the ground painfully, but he was anxious about his rider. He curled protectively around B’kit until he saw L’gan and Eb’zer and several others dash over. Help him. Help B’kit first, please, the frantic blue entreated them.
Emerging from the freezing cold of between into a blizzard hardly seemed fair. The visibility was worse than he’d expected, and B’kit squinted against the snow, trying to see where they could land as Erebuth greeted the watch dragon. A sudden gust took them both by surprise with its strength, blowing them off course and risking blowing them right into the walls of the Bowl.
The thunder was cacophonous, drowning out any attempt at speaking. We should go back, Re, he mindspoke in a panic, pulling up the reference for Ista in his mind as he held onto the straps nervously. Just as he felt Erebuth tense and heard him rumble agreement, everything vanished in a searing flare of burning light.
~
He wasn’t sure what happened or how they got down. All he knew was the pain. He couldn’t tell if it was his or Erebuth’s, but it was nauseating, just like the smell filling his nose and the taste in his mouth. B’kit tried to open his eyes, to reach out for Erebuth, and shrieked in pain as he came back to his senses.
The watch dragon and another had helped catch them as the pair fell from the sky, and brought them to an open weyr ledge to get out of the storm before calling for help.The blue had taken the worst of the lightning strike, one wing badly burned and dragging the ground painfully, but he was anxious about his rider. He curled protectively around B’kit until he saw L’gan and Eb’zer and several others dash over. Help him. Help B’kit first, please, the frantic blue entreated them.