21.Apr.13, 10:25 PM
After several days of debating the pros and cons of a mountainous adventure, Armath finally convinced M'din that nothing would better test his aerial stunting abilities than dropping off of a vertical cliff at breakneck speeds. The pair flew lazily west in the early afternoon, high above Katila and the surrounding wilderness, silently marveling at the view. The green foliage below spotted the brown and gray mountain like freckles, not that anything was visible when Armath decided to display his athletic prowess. The world spun in a dizzying blur, wind tearing brutally through M'din's hair and riding leathers. The mountain air was decidedly cooler.
The brown had certainly earned his rest after executing several wicked nosedives and flips, muscles straining to their limit, panting with exertion and the thrill of soaring. M'din had laughed breathlessly through watery eyes, reveling in his dragon's speed, never doubting his control for an instant. They loved to fly together, and racing past the sheer cliffs of the Northern Mountains was no exception.
When it came time to rest, they found a tiny valley with a hot spring surrounded by trees and bushes of all kinds. Armath had settled on spending the remaining hours before sunset basking and napping on a boulder while M'din read. The rider kicked off his boots happily, propping his bare feet on a fallen log as he lay in the grass. Rummaging his book out of his leather satchel, he asked, "You know this book about the firelizards I'm reading?"
Mmmhmm, replied Armath, not bothering to open his eyes.
"Well, it's a wonderful story," M'din said, oblivious to the blatant disinterest of the dozing brown. "It's from a bronze firelizard's point of view, Garmish, and I've never read anything like it! The author, Terricksen Something-Something, implies that Garmish and all firelizards are colorblind. Wouldn't that be strange? How would they distinguish their hides from one another? Would they be able to see their fellows' eyes change in times of distress? Anyway, Garmish mentions-"
Yes, that's so interesting, mumbled Armath as he stretched. His brown hide dappled in the sunlight, curled tail partially shaded by the leaves overhead. He missed a considerable portion of M'din's literary monologue, catching only a final, "But I think Garmish will live to the end. He's the hero."
Abruptly, Armath's long neck stretched up, eyes fixed to the east.Someone's coming, he said. Closing his book, M'din propped himself up on an elbow to wait for their guest.
The brown had certainly earned his rest after executing several wicked nosedives and flips, muscles straining to their limit, panting with exertion and the thrill of soaring. M'din had laughed breathlessly through watery eyes, reveling in his dragon's speed, never doubting his control for an instant. They loved to fly together, and racing past the sheer cliffs of the Northern Mountains was no exception.
When it came time to rest, they found a tiny valley with a hot spring surrounded by trees and bushes of all kinds. Armath had settled on spending the remaining hours before sunset basking and napping on a boulder while M'din read. The rider kicked off his boots happily, propping his bare feet on a fallen log as he lay in the grass. Rummaging his book out of his leather satchel, he asked, "You know this book about the firelizards I'm reading?"
"Well, it's a wonderful story," M'din said, oblivious to the blatant disinterest of the dozing brown. "It's from a bronze firelizard's point of view, Garmish, and I've never read anything like it! The author, Terricksen Something-Something, implies that Garmish and all firelizards are colorblind. Wouldn't that be strange? How would they distinguish their hides from one another? Would they be able to see their fellows' eyes change in times of distress? Anyway, Garmish mentions-"
Abruptly, Armath's long neck stretched up, eyes fixed to the east.