Post by Cherry on Oct 18, 2008 19:46:45 GMT -5
Tankinieth bugled a greeting to the watchdragon as he appeared over the bowl, returned as he winged down towards it.
His wingbeats kicked up some dust as the dragon settled on the ground, large wingsails furling in as he stooped to let his rider off.
D'yob was unaccustomed to the heat, and sweat was already beading on his brow. The freckle-faced northerner wiped it away, annoyed by the fact that he had worn the one long-sleeved shirt he had taken.
It was practical for Telgar, unless you wanted to freeze your arms off, said Tankinieth, rumbling as his mental chuckle resonated in D'yob's mind. But will we be staying here if we do not catch Lyeth? he asked, his tone one of reluctant admittance. This heat is...unusual. I don't like it.
"Oh, you like your hide cracking all over the place for the cold?" D'yob teased.
No, I like the cold air in my face. It's invigorating. Ista's warm air makes me drowsy. I might fall asleep mid-Flight!
The mental image that accompanied it (reinforced by Tankinieth with an added If it's hot enough, perhaps even if I catch her.) was so ridiculous that D'yob laughed out loud, chiding his dragon wordlessly.
"Keep up that teasing, and we might stay after all!" he said, playfully slapping his dragon's leg.
The bronze feigned dismay. Stay? But I will become so lazy!
Shaking his head as he contained more laughter, D'yob looked around the bowl. He liked Ista's heat, it was a nice change of pace. He might stay whether Tankinieth continued to tease him or not.
His wingbeats kicked up some dust as the dragon settled on the ground, large wingsails furling in as he stooped to let his rider off.
D'yob was unaccustomed to the heat, and sweat was already beading on his brow. The freckle-faced northerner wiped it away, annoyed by the fact that he had worn the one long-sleeved shirt he had taken.
It was practical for Telgar, unless you wanted to freeze your arms off, said Tankinieth, rumbling as his mental chuckle resonated in D'yob's mind. But will we be staying here if we do not catch Lyeth? he asked, his tone one of reluctant admittance. This heat is...unusual. I don't like it.
"Oh, you like your hide cracking all over the place for the cold?" D'yob teased.
No, I like the cold air in my face. It's invigorating. Ista's warm air makes me drowsy. I might fall asleep mid-Flight!
The mental image that accompanied it (reinforced by Tankinieth with an added If it's hot enough, perhaps even if I catch her.) was so ridiculous that D'yob laughed out loud, chiding his dragon wordlessly.
"Keep up that teasing, and we might stay after all!" he said, playfully slapping his dragon's leg.
The bronze feigned dismay. Stay? But I will become so lazy!
Shaking his head as he contained more laughter, D'yob looked around the bowl. He liked Ista's heat, it was a nice change of pace. He might stay whether Tankinieth continued to tease him or not.
