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22.Apr.23, 10:10 PM
Not one to scare easily, Valtala was at first undaunted by R’dal’s mischievous jest. When the dragonrider told him that needing straps would be a matter of how good his balance was while Edath performed aerial stunts, the first thing that came to the blonde’s mind was, “Well, I grew up on the sea, so I’d like to think that I have better balance than most. Still, it’s my first time riding a dragon… I think I’d prefer some straps, just in case.”
Of course, Valtala did not know the other was joking until R’dal stuck his tongue out and told him so. His cheeks burned with embarrassment at not understanding the joke sooner as the bluerider told him that aerial stunts were saved for the second flight. Valtala laughed away his embarrassment, brushing some hair out of his eyes as R’dal helped him with the straps. The other promised him that they were checked regularly and that he would not fall off.
“Well, thank goodness for that!” Exclaimed the blonde as he watched the dragonrider settle back in. He liked how fun R’dal was being; it was quite entertaining and kept the seacrafter from being nervous.
"Now that the more important cargo is taken care of... Edath, if you will?” Directed Valtala’s new friend, as he immaculately gestured to the trunk still on the ground. Then, the dragon started shifting underneath the blonde, and Valtala was abuzz with excitement, eagerly repositioning himself to match Edath’s stride. So far so good!
The dragon picked up the Journeyman’s trunk in his front paws as if it were full of feathers, and then, all of a sudden, R’dal was warning him to hold on! Valtala barely had time to wrap his arms around the bluerider’s waist before they were suddenly launched up in the air.
It was exhilarating! It was amazing! It was also kind of terrifying! Up and up they flew, and Valtala couldn’t help but gasp as they flew over the beach, then closer to the Hall. The blonde’s mouth hung open as he took in the sight of his home — no, his old home! - for the last time.
He could see people below, around the front of the Hall. They were so small that he couldn’t tell who they were. Valtala remembered crawling up to the crow’s nest on one of the tall ships that he’d sailed on. This was way, way higher! Almost instinctually, the blonde tightened his arms around R’dal’s waist. He was not so terrified that he was clinging on for dear life, but on the other hand, he didn’t think he would let go any time soon, either.
As if on cue, R’dal asked him if he was ready. Then, the other was giving him instructions on how to brace himself for the cold and darkness, Valtala held his breath — it was like diving, after all, right? - and then, before he had a moment to think about it, everything was gone.
Valtala had thought he was prepared for this blackness, but he was not, Not only was it all encompassing, it was frigid as hell, and he could not feel anything around him. Not the dragon he was straddling, nor the rider he was afixed to. He could see nothing, hear nothing. It was if the world had stopped existing.
Is this what drowning felt like? The blonde couldn’t help but think of his mother, what her last moments would have been like. Surely, not like this? He wasn’t so sure, but before he had a chance to think about it any more, the world suddenly came back to him.
He could feel Edath below him again, and his arms around R’dal. He was struck with the sweltering heat of Igen before he had a chance to look down upon it. Valtala let out the sharp exhale of his breath (having no need any longer to hold it), and looked down.
The Weyr was beautiful from up here, and the first thing that he noticed was all the dragons on the ground, and in the sky. He wanted to point them out, to share his delight with R’dal, but the other had grown up around dragons. This was probably nothing to him.
“Woooow!” Valtala exclaimed, anyway, unable to fully hold back his excitement.
Of course, Valtala did not know the other was joking until R’dal stuck his tongue out and told him so. His cheeks burned with embarrassment at not understanding the joke sooner as the bluerider told him that aerial stunts were saved for the second flight. Valtala laughed away his embarrassment, brushing some hair out of his eyes as R’dal helped him with the straps. The other promised him that they were checked regularly and that he would not fall off.
“Well, thank goodness for that!” Exclaimed the blonde as he watched the dragonrider settle back in. He liked how fun R’dal was being; it was quite entertaining and kept the seacrafter from being nervous.
"Now that the more important cargo is taken care of... Edath, if you will?” Directed Valtala’s new friend, as he immaculately gestured to the trunk still on the ground. Then, the dragon started shifting underneath the blonde, and Valtala was abuzz with excitement, eagerly repositioning himself to match Edath’s stride. So far so good!
The dragon picked up the Journeyman’s trunk in his front paws as if it were full of feathers, and then, all of a sudden, R’dal was warning him to hold on! Valtala barely had time to wrap his arms around the bluerider’s waist before they were suddenly launched up in the air.
It was exhilarating! It was amazing! It was also kind of terrifying! Up and up they flew, and Valtala couldn’t help but gasp as they flew over the beach, then closer to the Hall. The blonde’s mouth hung open as he took in the sight of his home — no, his old home! - for the last time.
He could see people below, around the front of the Hall. They were so small that he couldn’t tell who they were. Valtala remembered crawling up to the crow’s nest on one of the tall ships that he’d sailed on. This was way, way higher! Almost instinctually, the blonde tightened his arms around R’dal’s waist. He was not so terrified that he was clinging on for dear life, but on the other hand, he didn’t think he would let go any time soon, either.
As if on cue, R’dal asked him if he was ready. Then, the other was giving him instructions on how to brace himself for the cold and darkness, Valtala held his breath — it was like diving, after all, right? - and then, before he had a moment to think about it, everything was gone.
Valtala had thought he was prepared for this blackness, but he was not, Not only was it all encompassing, it was frigid as hell, and he could not feel anything around him. Not the dragon he was straddling, nor the rider he was afixed to. He could see nothing, hear nothing. It was if the world had stopped existing.
Is this what drowning felt like? The blonde couldn’t help but think of his mother, what her last moments would have been like. Surely, not like this? He wasn’t so sure, but before he had a chance to think about it any more, the world suddenly came back to him.
He could feel Edath below him again, and his arms around R’dal. He was struck with the sweltering heat of Igen before he had a chance to look down upon it. Valtala let out the sharp exhale of his breath (having no need any longer to hold it), and looked down.
The Weyr was beautiful from up here, and the first thing that he noticed was all the dragons on the ground, and in the sky. He wanted to point them out, to share his delight with R’dal, but the other had grown up around dragons. This was probably nothing to him.
“Woooow!” Valtala exclaimed, anyway, unable to fully hold back his excitement.
