20.Sep.13, 01:45 AM
Z'jan's sudden charge caused O'wain to tense but he made no move to block the potential impact. The only thought in his mind besides the burning sensation in the pit of his stomach and the tightness in his groin was the words 'don't step back'. He was near the edge of the ledge and being knocked back more than a step could very well send him falling to his death.
But he felt no slap or any attack from the greenrider, instead the boy stopped, inches from physical contact. The heat from Z'jan was palatable however and O'wain stepped forward, ready to push the younger man back towards the cliff face.
Nishkath watched the green below him, saw her looking back at him. She was quite low now and too low for Nishkath's tastes. To dive again and try to catch her now would mean landing before they could truly soar together. No, she must rise, rise to make the mating flight exquisite. Silently he willed her to climb, the chase wasn't done quite yet.
Her sharp turn to the right was easily copied and Nishkath increased the beat of his near black wings to gain speed while he flew on the level. Then she was rising and he was closing the distance even as he rose in altitude. Soon they were both high, nearly as high as they were before she took the plunge. Banking sharply he slipped with the wind currents to close the distance and dropped down upon Ghalath, forelimbs reaching forward to snatch her from the air.
Let's fly as one, Nishkath cooed even as he made his move to catch her.
O'wain threw off his jacket and reached for Z'jan, his movements now mirroring his dragon's.
But he felt no slap or any attack from the greenrider, instead the boy stopped, inches from physical contact. The heat from Z'jan was palatable however and O'wain stepped forward, ready to push the younger man back towards the cliff face.
Nishkath watched the green below him, saw her looking back at him. She was quite low now and too low for Nishkath's tastes. To dive again and try to catch her now would mean landing before they could truly soar together. No, she must rise, rise to make the mating flight exquisite. Silently he willed her to climb, the chase wasn't done quite yet.
Her sharp turn to the right was easily copied and Nishkath increased the beat of his near black wings to gain speed while he flew on the level. Then she was rising and he was closing the distance even as he rose in altitude. Soon they were both high, nearly as high as they were before she took the plunge. Banking sharply he slipped with the wind currents to close the distance and dropped down upon Ghalath, forelimbs reaching forward to snatch her from the air.
O'wain threw off his jacket and reached for Z'jan, his movements now mirroring his dragon's.