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12.Apr.12, 06:47 AM
Astral boy, you're so high will you ever come down?
N'gelt couldn't see I'shan and Ilveriath above him, he was falling facing the earth below staring at Saquith. He knew the Brown was frozen and at a loss for what to do. Saquith was too big and N'gelt too small for him to safely rescue without potentially injuring his rider, nevermind that there was no time for him to work past the fear coursing through the pair.
He was almost coming to grips with his imminent death, gazing at the tiny patchwork of Katila Weyr that sprawled beneath them. The main halls were easy enough to pick out from their size and location in relation to the mountain that cradled the Weyr, though the huts were tiny and hard to pick out at this height. It was a long, slow death that awaited N'gelt. Or more, the build up to it was to be that way, given he would be falling at terminal velocity, the instant he hit the earth he would be alive no longer.
'I'shan… I'm sorry.' He thought. Emotions he was unused to began to swirl through his head; love, despair and guilt featuring primarily amongst them. Saquith mentally tried to press up against his rider, to try and offer him some kind of solace. It was comforting to N'gelt, that he would at least be near those he loved as he died, even if he had a poor way of showing it.
When Ilveriath materialised from between N'gelt didn't notice them, but Saquith did. He let out a furious roar. It wasn't angry or threatening, there was only a peculiar mix of hope and despair within it. N'gelt frowned, feeling the hope that pulsated along their mental bond. Glancing around he saw the Blue a little under a dragonlength away, shrieking as his eyes flashed red.
Red.
Ilveriath was angry, but at what? Himself no doubt, for allowing such a stupid thing to happen, for ruining what would have been a lovely occasion out. As this conclusion formed in his mind, Saquith drew and expanded on it, he had suggested that they be so bold and acrobatic, he had caused the strap to break. His eyes flashed a rapid and deep red, furious with himself that he had done such a thing. White returned after a few moment, despite his disgust at himself the dragon was still terrified for N'gelt.
N'gelt watched and felt the emotions whirling through his dragon, clashing and bucking against the ones that he felt personally. When I'shan's hands closed around his limp and outstretched arm he jerked, the touch taking him by surprise. Looking over he realized this was his last chance, that by the Blue holding his wings closed he was endangering his and his rider's lives to save him.
Frantically he grappled with I'shan's arms, pulling himself closer until he was positioned on Ilveriath's neck. Still with the same sense of urgency he fumbled with the extra straps, hooking himself in so tight that it would probably cut his circulation off in a little while. He had no plans on staying in the air any longer than necessary however. As he did so Ilveriath's wings flared, sending his stomach into his mouth from the sudden change of speed. His head reeling he clutched I'shan tightly, tears finally making their presence known behind his goggles. He made no move to clear the fog they were creating, finding a scrap of solace in how they were hiding the ground that had almost come rushing up to meet him.
To the side Saquith wheeled around, flying parallel with Ilveriath. His eyes were now a mixture of white and blue; happiness at his rider's safety fighting with the lingering fear. He flew as close as he could without interfering with the Blue, eager to reach the ground and feel N'gelt's hands against his hide.
When they landed N'gelt was still pressed close against I'shan's back, refusing to let go from his saviour. It took Saquith's pitiful creeling and his nose bumping against them several times for N'gelt to move, ever so reluctantly releasing his grip on I'shan. Before the Bluerider could turn around he lifted his goggles and wiped the tears away, though there was no doubt that I'shan had felt the sobs wracking his body as they descended.
N'gelt! Saquith's whine was unexpected, causing N'gelt to jump slightly. Swinging hi leg over Ilveriath's neck he jumped to the ground, pausing for a moment and closing his eyes as he felt the ground beneath his feet, something he had thought he would never feel again.
In a moment of absolute tenderness N'gelt turned and threw himself at Saquith, clutching the Brown's snout in a tight embrace. 'It wasn't your fault. It wasn't, I promise.' He reassured him, sensing his dragon's sense of guilt swelling. It wouldn't have happened if I hadn't dived like that! Saquith insisted pitifully. 'No, no! I should have tended to your straps. You didn't know. It's not your fault.' He spoke the end of his sentence aloud, as if speaking it would make Saquith give in. It seemed to work to some extent, as Saquith gave a low grumble but ceased to pursue the topic.
After a few minutes N'gelt let go of Saquith's snout and turned to face I'shan. He was sheepish, unable to quite meet his lover's eyes properly. "I…" He started, but the words stuck in his throat, refusing to come out. Stepping forward he reached out, grabbing him by the hand and pulling him close. He clutched I'shan against him, barely able to restrain himself from crushing the more delicate man in his grasp.
There were no words needed now.
N'gelt couldn't see I'shan and Ilveriath above him, he was falling facing the earth below staring at Saquith. He knew the Brown was frozen and at a loss for what to do. Saquith was too big and N'gelt too small for him to safely rescue without potentially injuring his rider, nevermind that there was no time for him to work past the fear coursing through the pair.
He was almost coming to grips with his imminent death, gazing at the tiny patchwork of Katila Weyr that sprawled beneath them. The main halls were easy enough to pick out from their size and location in relation to the mountain that cradled the Weyr, though the huts were tiny and hard to pick out at this height. It was a long, slow death that awaited N'gelt. Or more, the build up to it was to be that way, given he would be falling at terminal velocity, the instant he hit the earth he would be alive no longer.
'I'shan… I'm sorry.' He thought. Emotions he was unused to began to swirl through his head; love, despair and guilt featuring primarily amongst them. Saquith mentally tried to press up against his rider, to try and offer him some kind of solace. It was comforting to N'gelt, that he would at least be near those he loved as he died, even if he had a poor way of showing it.
When Ilveriath materialised from between N'gelt didn't notice them, but Saquith did. He let out a furious roar. It wasn't angry or threatening, there was only a peculiar mix of hope and despair within it. N'gelt frowned, feeling the hope that pulsated along their mental bond. Glancing around he saw the Blue a little under a dragonlength away, shrieking as his eyes flashed red.
Red.
Ilveriath was angry, but at what? Himself no doubt, for allowing such a stupid thing to happen, for ruining what would have been a lovely occasion out. As this conclusion formed in his mind, Saquith drew and expanded on it, he had suggested that they be so bold and acrobatic, he had caused the strap to break. His eyes flashed a rapid and deep red, furious with himself that he had done such a thing. White returned after a few moment, despite his disgust at himself the dragon was still terrified for N'gelt.
N'gelt watched and felt the emotions whirling through his dragon, clashing and bucking against the ones that he felt personally. When I'shan's hands closed around his limp and outstretched arm he jerked, the touch taking him by surprise. Looking over he realized this was his last chance, that by the Blue holding his wings closed he was endangering his and his rider's lives to save him.
Frantically he grappled with I'shan's arms, pulling himself closer until he was positioned on Ilveriath's neck. Still with the same sense of urgency he fumbled with the extra straps, hooking himself in so tight that it would probably cut his circulation off in a little while. He had no plans on staying in the air any longer than necessary however. As he did so Ilveriath's wings flared, sending his stomach into his mouth from the sudden change of speed. His head reeling he clutched I'shan tightly, tears finally making their presence known behind his goggles. He made no move to clear the fog they were creating, finding a scrap of solace in how they were hiding the ground that had almost come rushing up to meet him.
To the side Saquith wheeled around, flying parallel with Ilveriath. His eyes were now a mixture of white and blue; happiness at his rider's safety fighting with the lingering fear. He flew as close as he could without interfering with the Blue, eager to reach the ground and feel N'gelt's hands against his hide.
When they landed N'gelt was still pressed close against I'shan's back, refusing to let go from his saviour. It took Saquith's pitiful creeling and his nose bumping against them several times for N'gelt to move, ever so reluctantly releasing his grip on I'shan. Before the Bluerider could turn around he lifted his goggles and wiped the tears away, though there was no doubt that I'shan had felt the sobs wracking his body as they descended.
N'gelt! Saquith's whine was unexpected, causing N'gelt to jump slightly. Swinging hi leg over Ilveriath's neck he jumped to the ground, pausing for a moment and closing his eyes as he felt the ground beneath his feet, something he had thought he would never feel again.
In a moment of absolute tenderness N'gelt turned and threw himself at Saquith, clutching the Brown's snout in a tight embrace. 'It wasn't your fault. It wasn't, I promise.' He reassured him, sensing his dragon's sense of guilt swelling. It wouldn't have happened if I hadn't dived like that! Saquith insisted pitifully. 'No, no! I should have tended to your straps. You didn't know. It's not your fault.' He spoke the end of his sentence aloud, as if speaking it would make Saquith give in. It seemed to work to some extent, as Saquith gave a low grumble but ceased to pursue the topic.
After a few minutes N'gelt let go of Saquith's snout and turned to face I'shan. He was sheepish, unable to quite meet his lover's eyes properly. "I…" He started, but the words stuck in his throat, refusing to come out. Stepping forward he reached out, grabbing him by the hand and pulling him close. He clutched I'shan against him, barely able to restrain himself from crushing the more delicate man in his grasp.
There were no words needed now.
