24.Jan.12, 02:42 PM
Ronarth let out a throaty bellow of joy. He rose skyward, slim body angled upwards towards the moon and stars, fluid strokes of wing wings propelling them ever higher. D'ren gave Lymsleia a pat on her shoulder to reassure her, assuming she was nervous on her first true flight. Most people were, and understandably so! As he glanced down over one shoulder, he saw the ground below them as an inky smear and nothing more. Up here, the only light was the silvery light of the moon. It's like they'd entered another world.
After climbing, Ronarth dropped one wing and wheeled to the side. He was not as nimble as a green or a blue, but he was strong. With a mere flick of his wings he was off, gliding along at a level altitude, the warm night air flowing over his soft hide.
They made a leisurely circle of the weyr before he finally started to descend, skimming over some low clouds (or high fog?) and landing back in the yard of the healing hall with a heavy backwing. Ronarth politely lowered his head, allowing the passengers down.
D'ren jumped down first, then held out a hand to help Lymsleia. "Well...?"
After climbing, Ronarth dropped one wing and wheeled to the side. He was not as nimble as a green or a blue, but he was strong. With a mere flick of his wings he was off, gliding along at a level altitude, the warm night air flowing over his soft hide.
They made a leisurely circle of the weyr before he finally started to descend, skimming over some low clouds (or high fog?) and landing back in the yard of the healing hall with a heavy backwing. Ronarth politely lowered his head, allowing the passengers down.
D'ren jumped down first, then held out a hand to help Lymsleia. "Well...?"