25.Sep.13, 10:20 PM
Z'jan's quite stern announcement he didn't intend to sleep on the ledge overnight caused O'wain to lean back a little to regard the greenrider. O'wain wondered why Z'jan became so tense at just the suggestion? He frowned.
"I am sure we can rouse our dragons soon," O'wain began to assure the younger man thinking the idea of being stuck was causing Z'jan's aggression.
"Sorry, flightlust can get a bit rough but normally I am not one to bruise others," O'wain looked a bit sheepish. The only times he could think when he was on the rough side during a mating flight is if the green was particularly resistant to being caught by Nishkath. First flights could cause it, inexperienced green tended to get caught sooner than she may have liked.
Seeing the sudden blush on Z'jan's face surprised and amused O'wain. If Z'jan hadn't chosen to tilt his face away to hide his blush, O'wain would have kissed him. Instead he ran his hand through the younger man's hair. Then Z'jan reacted to something above and before O'wain could react, he had the word 'look' shouted in his ear.
"I never heard of an Owfuckdragon," O'wain smirked and loosened his old on Z'jan now that the younger man was wide awake and unlikely to fall off the ledge by accident. Looking in the direction Z'jan indicated O'wain did see a large bronze dragon circling back.
Moving quickly, O'wain stood up, gasping slightly as his own bruised ribs rang out. His knees were the worse though, probably because....well nobody did well kneeling on rock. He waved his arms in wide gestures and gave a few shrill whistles to catch the dragon and rider's attention.
Only when he was sure the bronzerider realized he was flagging him down did O'wain remember he was standing naked and the cold mountain breeze was doing a very good job deflating him. Not that he was in any particular need of not being deflated.
"I think he saw us, we better get dressed," O'wain suggested, turning to start picking over what clothing was still on the ledge which belonged to him.
"I am sure we can rouse our dragons soon," O'wain began to assure the younger man thinking the idea of being stuck was causing Z'jan's aggression.
"Sorry, flightlust can get a bit rough but normally I am not one to bruise others," O'wain looked a bit sheepish. The only times he could think when he was on the rough side during a mating flight is if the green was particularly resistant to being caught by Nishkath. First flights could cause it, inexperienced green tended to get caught sooner than she may have liked.
Seeing the sudden blush on Z'jan's face surprised and amused O'wain. If Z'jan hadn't chosen to tilt his face away to hide his blush, O'wain would have kissed him. Instead he ran his hand through the younger man's hair. Then Z'jan reacted to something above and before O'wain could react, he had the word 'look' shouted in his ear.
"I never heard of an Owfuckdragon," O'wain smirked and loosened his old on Z'jan now that the younger man was wide awake and unlikely to fall off the ledge by accident. Looking in the direction Z'jan indicated O'wain did see a large bronze dragon circling back.
Moving quickly, O'wain stood up, gasping slightly as his own bruised ribs rang out. His knees were the worse though, probably because....well nobody did well kneeling on rock. He waved his arms in wide gestures and gave a few shrill whistles to catch the dragon and rider's attention.
Only when he was sure the bronzerider realized he was flagging him down did O'wain remember he was standing naked and the cold mountain breeze was doing a very good job deflating him. Not that he was in any particular need of not being deflated.
"I think he saw us, we better get dressed," O'wain suggested, turning to start picking over what clothing was still on the ledge which belonged to him.