08.Feb.12, 04:51 AM
Sensing that his presence pleased Larrikith, Ronarth lurched forward.
You deserve the best, Larrikith Ronarth said cheerfully. He obviously wasn't taking the flight very seriously. He danced about, ever too far from the pack but never too close either, relying on his great strength to bring him back in line when he veered too far off course. His acrobatics were unnecessary and would have lost him a gold flight, but this was more a game. He didn't honestly expect to actually outmaneuver his little blue and brown brothers, either. He just wanted to coax them to work, that was all!
He let out a joyous bellow as Larrikith dropped past him. He banked sharply and followed, sailing along at top speed, mirroring her movements without actually dropping lower to the ground. It was his favorite strategy in goldflights, but he was knew to the idea of chasing a green. Ronarth had amorous eyes only for gold, but Larrikith was worth playing the game.
On the ground, D'ren meandered his way into the room after B'jin, bleary from the flight and under the guise of administration. He walked with stern purpose, his face already red and the hairs on his arms standing on end. He was well aware of what was going on, but he was trying hard not to think about it. Ronarth wasn't making an active effort to CATCH Larrikith, no..but the bronzerider still felt trwmors of flight lust coursing through him. For the time being, he was pretending like that wasn't the case.
"What the...shards is going on in here?" he demanded as he stumbled towards B'jin, brushing lightly past some brownrider as he did so. He set his eyes on B'jin and frowned. "Larrikith is causing a...huge fuss! What do you have to say for yourself?!"
You deserve the best, Larrikith Ronarth said cheerfully. He obviously wasn't taking the flight very seriously. He danced about, ever too far from the pack but never too close either, relying on his great strength to bring him back in line when he veered too far off course. His acrobatics were unnecessary and would have lost him a gold flight, but this was more a game. He didn't honestly expect to actually outmaneuver his little blue and brown brothers, either. He just wanted to coax them to work, that was all!
He let out a joyous bellow as Larrikith dropped past him. He banked sharply and followed, sailing along at top speed, mirroring her movements without actually dropping lower to the ground. It was his favorite strategy in goldflights, but he was knew to the idea of chasing a green. Ronarth had amorous eyes only for gold, but Larrikith was worth playing the game.
On the ground, D'ren meandered his way into the room after B'jin, bleary from the flight and under the guise of administration. He walked with stern purpose, his face already red and the hairs on his arms standing on end. He was well aware of what was going on, but he was trying hard not to think about it. Ronarth wasn't making an active effort to CATCH Larrikith, no..but the bronzerider still felt trwmors of flight lust coursing through him. For the time being, he was pretending like that wasn't the case.
"What the...shards is going on in here?" he demanded as he stumbled towards B'jin, brushing lightly past some brownrider as he did so. He set his eyes on B'jin and frowned. "Larrikith is causing a...huge fuss! What do you have to say for yourself?!"