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 Posted: Tue Oct 23, 2012 1:44 pm
E'lov had taken to having Magith wear the harness while they were out in the bowl, and today was no different. He didn't really trust it in the air yet, not with the difficulties he had with it, but so far, it hadn't seemed to cause any difficulties for the small blue.
It is still fine, the blue said, shaking his head. He could understand where his was coming from but... it was starting to become a little annoying.
The blue noticed a newcomer, an unfamiliar bronze, and he nudged his gently. Look mine, there is a bronze here. I am going to go talk to him. The small blue made his way over to the much larger bronze, and then stopped, looking up at the bronze. I do not believe that I have seen you around, sir. That was something that he had taken from E'lov, that those who tended to be in charge liked being called sir, and if it made him sound more like a follower, that was even better. He liked being underestimated.
E'lov shook his head, and followed his blue. Perhaps if the rider was around, they could ask for advice. It certainly couldn't hurt.
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Posted: Wed Oct 24, 2012 3:00 am
<-Picturesque, and satisfying.>
Benden was too of course, but they had lived there before so there was a certain novelty to the marble halls, the cliffs, the ocean and the beach of Malvren. Acriculeth flexed his forefeet in the sand, enjoying the way the grains rubbed his hide. A young blue dragon, one of the latest Trine clutch he assumed; skinny thing, but Acriculeth of all dragons knew that appearances could be deceptive given who his rider was.
The bronze watched the little dragon approach, eyes a calm blue, and inclined his head very slightly as the weyrling spoke.
“Well hello there!” The cheerful refined Harper tones came from the other side of the bronze and a moment later A’nos stepped around him dusting sand from his britches, clamping a sheaf of papers under one arm. “I gather Acriculeth has already introduced us; pleased to meet you comrade,” he smiled, passing the papers to a crimson firelizard who promptly vanished with them. The blue dragon had referred to Acriculeth as ‘sir’, which the bronze was happy to accept, but for his part he planned to emphasize their lovely new systems of equality. That must be, after all, what the dragon and rider wanted and if he wanted to be thought well of he ought to provide it!
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