27.Feb.12, 10:29 AM
Grith continued to pace beside Ronarth, reaching out to sniff at his ichor stained hide. The green marks were unpleasant, if only because she knew they meant pain to him. His optimism appeared genuine to Grith, who didn't hear it being forced into his voice. Despite this she ever so softly pressed her nose against his hanging wings. If only Par'a could see! Grith had never approached a Bronze of her own will, and to be showing such tender concern was sheerly mind-blowing.
As Larrikith and Nirinath landed Grith pulled back sharply, turning so she faced all of them. She dipped her head to Nirinath, much like she had seen others do to her rider. My wing aches… but other than that I am alright, she said to Nirinath, turning her yellowy eyes to Ronarth, thanks to you. She said. Gratitude was thickly lathered in her voice. It only occurred to her as Nirinath nuzzled Ronarth that they had a deep attachment to each other. That she had told her own mate to rescue Grith and he had complied, was she worth that risk?
Don't be a wherry. You are worth all the risks in the world. Par'a's soothing voice interrupted her dreary thoughts. Pell! Grith cried out, her mind almost colliding against Par'a's as she sought her rider's comfort. Are you coming back to the Weyr? Par'a asked. Yes, but we will have to walk. Ronarth saved me… Grith spoke of her saviour with reverence, one could only hope she would not forget today's events within a few days as all dragons did.
Are you okay to come home? Grith asked Ronarth, reaching out to touch his shoulder with her nose. She had sustained no injuries when he had dropped her, spare a few tiny scrapes on her lower legs and would be fine to walk home. With a few breaks for rests of course, she was built for short bursts of speed after all, not long distance walking! But whether Ronarth could make the journey she was unsure of.
As Larrikith and Nirinath landed Grith pulled back sharply, turning so she faced all of them. She dipped her head to Nirinath, much like she had seen others do to her rider. My wing aches… but other than that I am alright, she said to Nirinath, turning her yellowy eyes to Ronarth, thanks to you. She said. Gratitude was thickly lathered in her voice. It only occurred to her as Nirinath nuzzled Ronarth that they had a deep attachment to each other. That she had told her own mate to rescue Grith and he had complied, was she worth that risk?
Don't be a wherry. You are worth all the risks in the world. Par'a's soothing voice interrupted her dreary thoughts. Pell! Grith cried out, her mind almost colliding against Par'a's as she sought her rider's comfort. Are you coming back to the Weyr? Par'a asked. Yes, but we will have to walk. Ronarth saved me… Grith spoke of her saviour with reverence, one could only hope she would not forget today's events within a few days as all dragons did.
Are you okay to come home? Grith asked Ronarth, reaching out to touch his shoulder with her nose. She had sustained no injuries when he had dropped her, spare a few tiny scrapes on her lower legs and would be fine to walk home. With a few breaks for rests of course, she was built for short bursts of speed after all, not long distance walking! But whether Ronarth could make the journey she was unsure of.
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