03.May.18, 10:09 AM
Indivara watched V’ler, her hands on her hips as she waited for him to come up with some way to save her dragon from his slippery prison. She didn’t consider having Venseth travel between to get into the sky; she knew some riders took risks when it came to traveling between, but for all her rash behaviour, Indivara and Venseth had never taken short cuts when it came to their lives and she wasn’t about to start now. Worse case, she supposed someone could bring him meat and he’d have to spend the winter on the ice… I most certainly will not! Indivara’s lips twitched.
Indivara’s eyebrows furrowed when V’ler walked away, but the expression of irritation morphed into one of curiosity when he came back with a shovel and scooped up some snow. She considered what he was doing, before realising he was holding the tool out to her. Indivara gave V’ler a flat look of digest, before taking it. With a glance around, she spotted more. “There are some more over there,” she said firmly, pointing towards the other shoves she’d seen with an expectant look at both V’ler and R’vi. Apparently, someone had been using them in the area, probably preparing for all the guests.
Taking the shovel she’d been given, Indivara scooped up a load of snow and walked out to the edge and began to slowly build up a path to her dragon; it would have been easy if she didn’t have to make it wide enough for his fat width. Venseth grumbled, but otherwise watched the growth of the path coming towards him with eagerness. It didn’t take long for the three of them to construct a path of snow wide enough for Venseth, and though Indivara kept her mouth shut, one of their number was as good as useless… But at least he wasn’t just standing there watching, even if he spent more time glaring at the snow than shovelling it.
Rather than have Venseth send snow in every direction trying to scramble onto it, Indivara piled some around his feet, and watched patiently as he struggled to stand, finally finding his feet. With his wings half spread to balance himself, Venseth tiptoed along the path that had been created, neither he nor Indivara trusting the strength of the ice for the large blue to press down on it with his back-feet before take-off.
FREEDOM! The blue dragon crowed in delight, dancing onto the shore, grinning with an open maw as he turned around to face his rider and her assistants. Venseth gave a slightly mocking bow. Thanks! With a bouncing, hopping step, Venseth re-joined Veeth and Vydoriath, nuzzling the elder blue reassuringly.
Dusting her hands off, Indivara tossed the shovel to one side and raised her eyebrows at her friends. “Not what I anticipated this afternoon consisting of.”
Indivara’s eyebrows furrowed when V’ler walked away, but the expression of irritation morphed into one of curiosity when he came back with a shovel and scooped up some snow. She considered what he was doing, before realising he was holding the tool out to her. Indivara gave V’ler a flat look of digest, before taking it. With a glance around, she spotted more. “There are some more over there,” she said firmly, pointing towards the other shoves she’d seen with an expectant look at both V’ler and R’vi. Apparently, someone had been using them in the area, probably preparing for all the guests.
Taking the shovel she’d been given, Indivara scooped up a load of snow and walked out to the edge and began to slowly build up a path to her dragon; it would have been easy if she didn’t have to make it wide enough for his fat width. Venseth grumbled, but otherwise watched the growth of the path coming towards him with eagerness. It didn’t take long for the three of them to construct a path of snow wide enough for Venseth, and though Indivara kept her mouth shut, one of their number was as good as useless… But at least he wasn’t just standing there watching, even if he spent more time glaring at the snow than shovelling it.
Rather than have Venseth send snow in every direction trying to scramble onto it, Indivara piled some around his feet, and watched patiently as he struggled to stand, finally finding his feet. With his wings half spread to balance himself, Venseth tiptoed along the path that had been created, neither he nor Indivara trusting the strength of the ice for the large blue to press down on it with his back-feet before take-off.
Dusting her hands off, Indivara tossed the shovel to one side and raised her eyebrows at her friends. “Not what I anticipated this afternoon consisting of.”