24.Jan.12, 12:12 PM
As they took off, even with the straps there a moment's hesitation. But why wouldn't there be. This creature that she was riding on, was not a runner. Was not any sort of riding animal. It was a being of legend, it could talk and reason and thing. It was sweet and gentle and it seemed to like her.
Lymsleia leaned foreward to run her fingers along Ronarth's neck. Would the eggs, when they hatched bring her such a companion? She mused. She got lost in thought. What would a hatching actually /be/ like? Would they simply all be this sweet as Ronarth, and greet you with that same exuberance? The Harpers story-songs didn't say they only described the indescribable -with a pale palor, in the words "Dragonman ,dragonman between thee and thine, who could understand such a love ,divine." she whispered. She knew she'd gotten paraphrased but it did describe the emotion of the two.
Lymsleia leaned foreward to run her fingers along Ronarth's neck. Would the eggs, when they hatched bring her such a companion? She mused. She got lost in thought. What would a hatching actually /be/ like? Would they simply all be this sweet as Ronarth, and greet you with that same exuberance? The Harpers story-songs didn't say they only described the indescribable -with a pale palor, in the words "Dragonman ,dragonman between thee and thine, who could understand such a love ,divine." she whispered. She knew she'd gotten paraphrased but it did describe the emotion of the two.