25.Sep.13, 06:03 PM
The finger tracing circles around his chest was turning O'wain on and he wondered if Z'jan even realized it. Considering how close their bodies were together Z'jan was bound to notice eventually.
"Don't be sorry, your dragon's first flight is often hard to predict. Unlike golds who want to eat first and make a fair bit of noise and every bronze and brown in the area clues in, it's hard to miss. Greens are more subtle in comparison. It may take a few flights till you get to know your dragon's clues and can anticipate." O'wain rubbed Z'jan's back slowly as he talked, more awake now and alert. The sun was bright from the angle it was hitting the ledge so he had to squint. He was also in a better position he could see their scattered clothing. At the very least he could get some of his clothing on but he could only see one of his boots.
"It could be worse, she could have returned to the Weyr to attract more males to chase leaving a whole bunch of confused riders trying to figure out where you were." O'wain smirked, thinking about the blues who would have loved to give chase to a newly rising green. Most of them didn't deserve chasing a rider like Z'jan nor his beautiful green. He frowned then thinking about certain blue and brown riders who probably would have ended up harming Z'jan far more than a few bruises from flightlust on a rock ledge.
"Eventually Nishkath and Ghalath will wake and get us off of this ledge. We may have to spend the night up here though if your green is as deeply asleep as my brown." O'wain didn't relish the idea of being stuck up here that long, he was hungry and thirsty. "Or we can dress and climb down ourselves."
"Don't be sorry, your dragon's first flight is often hard to predict. Unlike golds who want to eat first and make a fair bit of noise and every bronze and brown in the area clues in, it's hard to miss. Greens are more subtle in comparison. It may take a few flights till you get to know your dragon's clues and can anticipate." O'wain rubbed Z'jan's back slowly as he talked, more awake now and alert. The sun was bright from the angle it was hitting the ledge so he had to squint. He was also in a better position he could see their scattered clothing. At the very least he could get some of his clothing on but he could only see one of his boots.
"It could be worse, she could have returned to the Weyr to attract more males to chase leaving a whole bunch of confused riders trying to figure out where you were." O'wain smirked, thinking about the blues who would have loved to give chase to a newly rising green. Most of them didn't deserve chasing a rider like Z'jan nor his beautiful green. He frowned then thinking about certain blue and brown riders who probably would have ended up harming Z'jan far more than a few bruises from flightlust on a rock ledge.
"Eventually Nishkath and Ghalath will wake and get us off of this ledge. We may have to spend the night up here though if your green is as deeply asleep as my brown." O'wain didn't relish the idea of being stuck up here that long, he was hungry and thirsty. "Or we can dress and climb down ourselves."