09.Feb.12, 04:45 PM
Ronarth watched as Grith departed, squealing impetuously as he would have expected. He let out a draconic sigh and continued along, sailing beside Larrikith and giving up all hope of ever understanding Grith. In his youth, Ronarth easily matched her in energy. Some part of him probably remembered that time, when he was every bit as excitable and spontaneous as she. The flaming incident had changed him, but being around his playful little sisters reminded him of that old feeling...
His reminiscing was cut short when Grith reappeared with a dramatic shriek, her wings snapped shut and he body wheeling towards the ground. Ronarth let out a roar of shock and fanned his wings dramatically, sliding away from her for fear of collision. He shifted his direction and entering a spiraled downward descent, his eyes trained on the green, watching anxiously for her to recover. Grith!
He panicked. This is normally when D'ren would have been the voice of reason and would have prompted the petrified bronze to action, but the man was asleep. Ronarth's panic sent the rider nightmares as he lay beside Tsuen. Fortunately, another influence approached to bespeak him.
Help Grith!
Nirinath's words didn't need repeating. Ronarth dove boldly, his glittering body falling like to stone to match the speed of the toppling green. He let out a rumble, his eyes blazing with anxious reds and yellows, as he slid his larger body underneath Grith in an effort to slow her fall so he could grab her. He latched on as delicately as he could, claws sheathed, and pleaded with her. Hang on to me!
His reminiscing was cut short when Grith reappeared with a dramatic shriek, her wings snapped shut and he body wheeling towards the ground. Ronarth let out a roar of shock and fanned his wings dramatically, sliding away from her for fear of collision. He shifted his direction and entering a spiraled downward descent, his eyes trained on the green, watching anxiously for her to recover. Grith!
He panicked. This is normally when D'ren would have been the voice of reason and would have prompted the petrified bronze to action, but the man was asleep. Ronarth's panic sent the rider nightmares as he lay beside Tsuen. Fortunately, another influence approached to bespeak him.
Help Grith!
Nirinath's words didn't need repeating. Ronarth dove boldly, his glittering body falling like to stone to match the speed of the toppling green. He let out a rumble, his eyes blazing with anxious reds and yellows, as he slid his larger body underneath Grith in an effort to slow her fall so he could grab her. He latched on as delicately as he could, claws sheathed, and pleaded with her. Hang on to me!