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 Posted: Sat Nov 27, 2010 3:34 pm
But I don’t want to go out, Mine.
B’hec sighed, a hand on his hip as he pushed dirty blond hair away from his face. He’d grown used to Rayth’s whining in the past six months, he no longer jumped to attention and fretted over the freckled blue. It didn’t keep him from wondering about the poor, wayward creature though. Sometimes, the baker would fear the dragon would just waste away, he always seemed to be so down and depressed. Was it possible for someone to mope themselves to death? He certainly hoped not.
Then again, he’d almost killed them both when Flight lessons had started. Heights, oh Faranth, oh, it was terrible. Sitting on Rayth was enough to give him a panic attack, it did wonders for the blue’s confidence. Really, it did. It took about a sevenday to convince either to try it again. The slowest learners of the Ghenza, certainly.
Today, however, was not a flying day. Today was an oil your tack and your dragon and perhaps bake some bread day. However, the blond really wanted to avoid the later, so he’d just spend more time on the first two tasks. It was about midday when Rayth and B’hec lumbered out, not to the beach, but to an empty field. It wasn’t far, and didn’t require much walking (because you must be crazy if you think they’d try to fly there). It did take a lot of convincing, though, and the rider was keen on oiling Rayth before he tried to make a getaway.
“Would you settle down? It’s nice and sunny, just relax, Rayth. No one will get mad at us for oiling.”
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Posted: Sat Nov 27, 2010 9:25 pm
Geminith was getting bigger and bigger every day, with more of her shining hide to oil every day. It had been a little over half a turn since she'd arrived in Ghenza with a few spare sets of clothing and a notebook, and expectations of leaving as soon as Ghenza's borders had opened up to let the High Reaches dragonriders go home. Never in her wildest dreams had she actually thought that a dragon from this Sharding tough land would choose her... and love her!
Her black hair was growing again, and she pushed it impatiently back from her face as she dug in the fields. Dirt smudged her face, darkened from exposure to the sun almost continuously over six months. She'd lost weight, gained muscle, her face had thinned from the almost baby-fat look. As for Geminith, she was getting considerably larger than when she'd hatched. And to look at Sojayeth, and the other Ghenzan dragons, she was going to keep going.
I have an itch on my neck. Geminith's voice was tired, and Jada turned to see Gemi lying listlessly in the sun, watching some of the other dragons. It wasn't a sick listless, she didn't think, but it was not her partner's usual sparkling chatter.
Are you tired, sweetheart? Or not feeling well?
Just tired. It is very sunny. The gold pushed to her feet, moving over to Jada and nudging her with her nose. We should go somewhere else. I do not want to be here. Geminith was not often very demanding.
"I'm almost done."
I itch now. I will itch more later. We should go elsewhere. Please?
One moment. She pushed to her feet, dusting off her dirty hands on patched brown pants and moved down the row to find someone. "We're stepping away." she told one of the Crafters. They looked down their nose at her for a long moment. It isn't hard to look down a nose, Jada reflected to Gemi, But it is a real pain to look up a nose. Geminith gave a rumble of laughter. The Crafter looked at the adolescent dragon, nodded, dismissing them both, and Jada stepped in close to her gold. Let's see you flap your way to the water. We'll be seeing you fly soon, won't we?
We will. the gold's voice was thick with satisfaction. And it will be good.
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