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11.Dec.17, 03:34 AM
When Riquarth got the summons from Jycenth, he nudged his rider gently with his noise, drawing him out of the daze of waiting. Simultaneously, he sent a confirmation to the blue dragon, stating that they were ready whenever the other pair were.
Jycenth says they're ready to go. The brown related to M'dox, who stared blankly at the dragon for a few moments. Realization dawning on him, he squeaked in a very undignified fashion.
“He did? So, they still want us to go to the Hold with them? Really?” He exclaimed, standing up as Riquarth shifted as he prepared to stand. He rolled his faceted eyes in an imitation of the common human expression, though the emotion he sent to his bonded was pure fondness.
They do, so you best get ready to fly. Riquarth said, pushing himself to his feet proper and positioning himself so M’dox could easily reach to attach the riding straps properly.
As M’dox double checked all the straps, Riquarth received the request to meet in the air, to which he sent back a quick word of agreement.
Time to fly, M’dox. He said, stretching his wings and bowing a little to allow his rider better access to mount. M’dox hesitated a moment, before pulling himself up and swinging a leg over the broad neck of his dragon.
“Where are we meeting them?” Asked M’dox, curious.
Above. Riquarth replied as he launched himself out of the weyr. It only took the brown a few moments to attain enough altitude to reach Jycenth, remaining a dragonlength or so below the blue. He graciously accepted the image of the Hold, sharing the image with M’dox through their bond. The pair waited a few moments to allow Jycenth to arrive at the Hold before slipping between themselves. Riquarth was meticulous about betweening, careful to always allow space around him, and after the few moments of intense cold they reappeared above and behind Jycenth, and they got their first look at Telgar Hold.
M’dox gasped aloud. ’It’s so much bigger than back home.” He said to Riquarth, amazed by how much more filled the space was than the cothold where he grew up. Riquarth wasn’t overly impressed, and said as much, to which M’dox laughed out loud.
Soon, they were landing in the Hold Square, Riquarth kicking up a bit of dust as he touched down. M’dox was half out of the riding straps before his dragon had all four feet on the ground, so excited to finally be in the Hold.
“It’s enormous!” He said, rushing over to T’bia, awe clear in his face and voice. “Do you have any idea how many people live here?”
Jycenth says they're ready to go. The brown related to M'dox, who stared blankly at the dragon for a few moments. Realization dawning on him, he squeaked in a very undignified fashion.
“He did? So, they still want us to go to the Hold with them? Really?” He exclaimed, standing up as Riquarth shifted as he prepared to stand. He rolled his faceted eyes in an imitation of the common human expression, though the emotion he sent to his bonded was pure fondness.
They do, so you best get ready to fly. Riquarth said, pushing himself to his feet proper and positioning himself so M’dox could easily reach to attach the riding straps properly.
As M’dox double checked all the straps, Riquarth received the request to meet in the air, to which he sent back a quick word of agreement.
Time to fly, M’dox. He said, stretching his wings and bowing a little to allow his rider better access to mount. M’dox hesitated a moment, before pulling himself up and swinging a leg over the broad neck of his dragon.
“Where are we meeting them?” Asked M’dox, curious.
Above. Riquarth replied as he launched himself out of the weyr. It only took the brown a few moments to attain enough altitude to reach Jycenth, remaining a dragonlength or so below the blue. He graciously accepted the image of the Hold, sharing the image with M’dox through their bond. The pair waited a few moments to allow Jycenth to arrive at the Hold before slipping between themselves. Riquarth was meticulous about betweening, careful to always allow space around him, and after the few moments of intense cold they reappeared above and behind Jycenth, and they got their first look at Telgar Hold.
M’dox gasped aloud. ’It’s so much bigger than back home.” He said to Riquarth, amazed by how much more filled the space was than the cothold where he grew up. Riquarth wasn’t overly impressed, and said as much, to which M’dox laughed out loud.
Soon, they were landing in the Hold Square, Riquarth kicking up a bit of dust as he touched down. M’dox was half out of the riding straps before his dragon had all four feet on the ground, so excited to finally be in the Hold.
“It’s enormous!” He said, rushing over to T’bia, awe clear in his face and voice. “Do you have any idea how many people live here?”
