Standing in front of her dragon Kleos borrow the crimson's eyes and tugged her rank knots straight. When they were arranged to her satisfaction she studied the rest of herself, the scarred face and the lean frame. She was a very different person to the girl who had landed here wide eyed and soft in her teens; different and better, better for her experiences and for the mighty beast who looked down upon her. "We did it, my love."
Moriath corrected gently, begun it, KleosMine. It shall never be done so long as we draw breath.>
Smiling softly Kleos drew back inside her own mind and blinked her own eyes. "Of course my love, you speak the truth as ever. Now, as it is begun I think it is time for us to meet our wing as a group, but informally."
Kleos switched to mind-to-mind contact, She had been preparing supplies for this for a day or two now, and headed to the large basket and bag she had filled with supplies before moving to her dragon's side and climbing up onto her back.
Rumbling her acknowledgement Moriath swooped off the ledge and circled down towards the sand.
As they touched down Kleos patted her dragon's neck in thanks and climbed down. The sun was low on the horizon already, so it was quite possible that they would be.
Giving another rumble the scarred crimson padded down the beach some distance before taking wing once more; she had no desire to buffet her rider with sand, after all.
Posted: Fri Apr 27, 2012 5:15 pm
Ralae had been going over her straps and riding gear, making sure it was in shape. This time, she would be facing Thread prepared. Neither she nor Zabreth would ever be caught unawares again. The nightmares had faded and so had the scars. Until IT had happened. Sighing, she leaned against her dragon and rubbed her jaw.
Moriath says we are to meet at the beach for a meeting. It is good we are in their wing. The green dragon gave a happy warble. And Nnith's rider is with us as well.
P'zul and Kleos. It would be good to be among friends. Informal, so no need to change from the sleeveless shirt that she wore or the worn pants and sandals. Climbing onto Zabreth, Ralae patted her lightly. "To the beach."
One blink later and the pair spotted the crimson dragon and her rider.
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You worry too much, mine. Things will be good and you will be happy again. You will see. And then you can play with colors like Zabreth does. But you wear your colors. And I will watch you laugh. Nnith chided her rider. She was laid on on her weyr, enjoying the nice warm sun and the nice meal she had just had. Of course, it would have been better if P'zul had some of that tasty stuff he called bread but meat was good.
P'zul shrugged and pushed his hair out of his face. He had been letting it grow long lately, not sure of what to do with it. Frustration colored some of his latest projects as he could no longer get the dyes or fabrics he wanted from the North. Still, he was finding other ways to keep occupied.
Lifting her head up, Nnith looked out towards the beach. We are meeting with the others at the beach. Come as you are, there is food and drink. Maybe some of the crusty stuff. I love it.
"You, my sweet girl, are a glutton. But we shall go and meet the others. I believe Ralae and Zabreth are in our wing as well." P'zul replied, climbing onto the green's back. "Ready when you are..."
And after a moment, they arrived at the beach as well.
As soon as he'd seen the new rosters, B'ram had known that there were going to be problems. Nachith was very, very particular about colors and the roles each was meant to fill. Metallics were the leaders - specifically the wingleaders - while browns and crimsons weren't to rise above wingsecond. In this wing, it was completely backwards from his dragon's way of thinking. The crimson was the wingleader, and the bronze was the wingsecond.
Nachith assigned 'authority' based on color alone, and B'ram knew that getting him to obey any dragon that wasn't shiny (or his current infatuation) was going to be a huge issue. This was a recipe for disaster, so instead of looking forward to meeting his new wingmates, the brownrider was dreading it. His dragon was going to get them in trouble sooner or later, he knew it, and he really didn't want to be in trouble!
He tried not to let his worry show when they arrived at the beach, offering a cheerful smile and a bright "Hello!" to those already there.
Ladies,Nachith crooned, always happy to be in the presence of females.
