29.Mar.12, 03:27 PM
To Ilveriath, flying before Saquith felt like darting ahead of an immense rolling boulder. Saquith was larger and so powerful, his great windstrokes easily closing the gap between them as Ilveriath flickered to and fro in a playful effort to stay ahead. It took some serious joy to coax the lazy blue into this sort of display, but it was difficult for even smooth-flowing Ilveriath not to feed off of the playfulness of both I'shan and Saquith.
The blue felt N'gelt's approval and let out a deep rumble, which resonated pleasingly up through I'shan's body and mind, filling him with a complimentary sense of security and happiness. The little bluerider was thrilled that everyone was enjoying themselves so. He was so lost in his own romantic musings that he was completely oblivious to Ilveriath's plotting.
Such was often the case. Ilveriath didn't have to work hard to quiet his connection with I'shan, who had such a short attention span that Ilveriath could often slip away unnoticed. Ilveriath could detect the brown's misgivings, though. N'gelt was hard on the poor brown, who seemed to be in constant need of approval and consoling. That was not unlike I'shan, Ilveriath thought.
It made sense that Saquith would seem nervous about his proposed game, but to Ilveriath it was a small matter. He was often thrust into such adventures by I'shan's spontaneity. This could be nothing at all. The blue projected a mental embrace to his companion and sngled his wings a bit, speeding up just slightly as the wind turned in their favor.
Dear Saquith the blue said coyly, That is a lovely plan.
There was a long, calculated pause as the dragonpairs sailed through the breeze.
Me first
Ilveriath suddenly dropped one wing and fanned the other, spinning into a sudden pivot. I'shan let out a yip of shock, fear and excitement as he gripped the harness, his small body slung tight against the straps as they swung around in place.
Ilveriath wasn't done. He dropped around a dragonlength before fanning his open wing a second time, turning a graceful but frightfully fast corkscrew as he plummeted into a dive.
A biting pang of terror shot through I'shan, who let out probably the least masculine scream N'gelt would have ever heard as he gripped close to his dragon's neck. The fear was quickly replaced by a tense of giddy thrill as adrenaline tore through the spunky bluerider's system. Ilveriath crooned reassuringly as he leveled out, sending a steady stream of I'shan's fear-tinged joy to Saquith so the brown could compare.
Your turn, Saquith
The blue felt N'gelt's approval and let out a deep rumble, which resonated pleasingly up through I'shan's body and mind, filling him with a complimentary sense of security and happiness. The little bluerider was thrilled that everyone was enjoying themselves so. He was so lost in his own romantic musings that he was completely oblivious to Ilveriath's plotting.
Such was often the case. Ilveriath didn't have to work hard to quiet his connection with I'shan, who had such a short attention span that Ilveriath could often slip away unnoticed. Ilveriath could detect the brown's misgivings, though. N'gelt was hard on the poor brown, who seemed to be in constant need of approval and consoling. That was not unlike I'shan, Ilveriath thought.
It made sense that Saquith would seem nervous about his proposed game, but to Ilveriath it was a small matter. He was often thrust into such adventures by I'shan's spontaneity. This could be nothing at all. The blue projected a mental embrace to his companion and sngled his wings a bit, speeding up just slightly as the wind turned in their favor.
Dear Saquith the blue said coyly, That is a lovely plan.
There was a long, calculated pause as the dragonpairs sailed through the breeze.
Me first
Ilveriath suddenly dropped one wing and fanned the other, spinning into a sudden pivot. I'shan let out a yip of shock, fear and excitement as he gripped the harness, his small body slung tight against the straps as they swung around in place.
Ilveriath wasn't done. He dropped around a dragonlength before fanning his open wing a second time, turning a graceful but frightfully fast corkscrew as he plummeted into a dive.
A biting pang of terror shot through I'shan, who let out probably the least masculine scream N'gelt would have ever heard as he gripped close to his dragon's neck. The fear was quickly replaced by a tense of giddy thrill as adrenaline tore through the spunky bluerider's system. Ilveriath crooned reassuringly as he leveled out, sending a steady stream of I'shan's fear-tinged joy to Saquith so the brown could compare.
Your turn, Saquith