07.May.13, 06:05 PM
From his place on the rock, Armath spread his wings excitedly as the bronze landed. He jumped down with a wiggle, crawling across the grass to stand nearer to his rider. He told him privately, I may have neglected to inform you that I mentioned to Korutath we'd be making a mountain trip today. You know my memory sometimes fails me. A bright cyan eyeball whirled around to peek at him.
M'din rose, dusting dirt off his riding leathers. He didn't bother refuting his dragon, knowing full well that Armath's memory was above average in recall ability. Though he had been thoroughly engrossed in his story, he said, Not a problem, buddy. I don't mind making a few introductions. Always enjoying good company, M'din was quick to welcome anyone adventurous enough to stumble upon them in the lush mountainous valley.
Korutath! Armath projected. What are the odds of running into you in a place like this? he asked casually.
Lightly shaking his head at his dragon, M'din waved, toes still bare in the grass. When the bronzerider called his apology, M'din recognized him as L'varl, from S'kef's Wing. He wondered, if he were in L'varl's position, how strange it would be to follow a brownrider as his Wingleader. Color issues rarely entered M'din's thoughts- a dragon was a dragon regardless of its hide- but he knew from experience that his elder bronzerider brothers would heartily disapprove of such a non-traditional Wing hierarchy.
"Hello there! You're not interrupting at all; I'm glad you landed, Korutath." He tucked his book under his left arm, extending his right to shake hands with the newly arrived pair. He approached the bronze, saying, "I'm M'din, and you must be L'varl. Armath has told me so much about you both." In the back of his mind he heard Armath grumble a denial of his marginally untruthful statement, but M'din forged ahead, adding, "All good, of course." Staring at the serious-looking rider, M'din silently recounted the numerous times he had seen L'varl at Katila, though they had never been formally introduced.
Scratching at his itchy beard, a constant bother in the summer months, he continued, "We flew up the mountain earlier to beat the heat, and I must say it's been quite a bit more pleasant here. Ideal for basking and reading, if you like that sort of thing." He gestured to his book with a cheerful nod.
Don't get your hopes up. L'varl doesn't look like much of a reader, Armath advised his rider separately.
I look like a big, dumb herdbeast of a man, but I'm a reader, lightly retorted M'din.
Point taken. He flicked his tail.
"So, please, make yourselves at home," the brownrider said, returning to his seat on the fallen log, hoping L'varl would be as interested in their company as Korutath appeared.
M'din rose, dusting dirt off his riding leathers. He didn't bother refuting his dragon, knowing full well that Armath's memory was above average in recall ability. Though he had been thoroughly engrossed in his story, he said, Not a problem, buddy. I don't mind making a few introductions. Always enjoying good company, M'din was quick to welcome anyone adventurous enough to stumble upon them in the lush mountainous valley.
Lightly shaking his head at his dragon, M'din waved, toes still bare in the grass. When the bronzerider called his apology, M'din recognized him as L'varl, from S'kef's Wing. He wondered, if he were in L'varl's position, how strange it would be to follow a brownrider as his Wingleader. Color issues rarely entered M'din's thoughts- a dragon was a dragon regardless of its hide- but he knew from experience that his elder bronzerider brothers would heartily disapprove of such a non-traditional Wing hierarchy.
"Hello there! You're not interrupting at all; I'm glad you landed, Korutath." He tucked his book under his left arm, extending his right to shake hands with the newly arrived pair. He approached the bronze, saying, "I'm M'din, and you must be L'varl. Armath has told me so much about you both." In the back of his mind he heard Armath grumble a denial of his marginally untruthful statement, but M'din forged ahead, adding, "All good, of course." Staring at the serious-looking rider, M'din silently recounted the numerous times he had seen L'varl at Katila, though they had never been formally introduced.
Scratching at his itchy beard, a constant bother in the summer months, he continued, "We flew up the mountain earlier to beat the heat, and I must say it's been quite a bit more pleasant here. Ideal for basking and reading, if you like that sort of thing." He gestured to his book with a cheerful nod.
I look like a big, dumb herdbeast of a man, but I'm a reader, lightly retorted M'din.
"So, please, make yourselves at home," the brownrider said, returning to his seat on the fallen log, hoping L'varl would be as interested in their company as Korutath appeared.