Blue Skies, Blue Dragons « Thread Started on Mar 6, 2008, 7:55pm »
J'fir was around, after all, even though his leg has pretty much healed over, Leaina would kill him for trying to climb up this ledge. After all, he was supposed to be resting and allowing it to heal 'good and proper' no?
So instead, Wrote was up there, sitting upon the ledge's edge with Uleth, blinking as the Blue seemed... anxious about something. It was a nervous sort of anxiousness, but something alike to someone who knew that something exciting was going to happen, yet didn't know what it was. Good or bad, sooner or later. It just wasn't known.
The young man didn't jump when he felt Uleth's breath upon his head as the Blue breathed upon him. He had cut his hair a while back so that Uleth couldn't chew upon it any longer, so the poor dragon had no other choice but to look back up to the skies again.
Below the ledge, J'fir sat there, nibbling on something that he brought with him. After all, he wanted to keep his son and dragon company.
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Re: Blue Skies, Blue Dragons « Reply #1 on Mar 15, 2008, 5:27pm »
She said you are not to *between* until you enter your second trimester. It is too dangerous now! Mirokuth's voice was stern as he soared elegantly through the sky, his large sapphire wings spread to their fullest extent as he picked up the winds and used them to ascend higher.
It doesn't mean its fair! Sango snapped, brushing at her black hair irritably as the wind caused it to slap at her face before whipping back. For once in her years of flying, she'd opted to keep the silky tresses out of their customary ribbon, and her flying jacket was unbuttoned over the dusty pink tunic she wore. Really, one would be surprised at seeing the cool and prudent blue rider so "un-neat", yet right now she didn't really care. It wasn't as if she was DOING anything...Lerana, Zadari shards even the other Wingriders had forbidden her to get on her dragon to fight or *between*, meaning she was reduced to boredom and things such as flying straight. Which, for an active person like Sango, drove one absolutely mental.
Checking over Aalasser Hold is doing something.You don't like flying this way with me anymore? Mirokuth's voice was pitiful and Sango was instantly guilty. She rubbed his neck gently.
Of course I do...I just...hate being coddled by everyone. I didn't even want to keep the baby for Faranth's sakes!
I know but...hey, what's that! Mirokuth dipped his head, eyes whirling intently as he gazed down at the fireheights of Aalasser Hold. Without waiting for Sango's go ahead, the lean blue dipped his wings and began descending swiftly towards the Hold, and the other blue on the ledge.
What...Mirokuth! I don't feel like socializing!
Mirokuth didn't answer, instead spiralling lazily down and finally landing below the blue on the ledge, eyes whirling as he regarded the man feet from him.
"Mirokuth!" Sango took a moment to calm the dizziness brought on from the spiraling before sliding slowly off the dragon's shoulder, thankful as he bent down to aid her. She tugged at her pants irritably and glared at her dragon.
I search. And I find. Mirokuth arched his neck, eyes closing in a look of smug wisdom as he ruffled his wings.
Blinking, Sango looked over...and froze at the sight of the other male rider.
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Re: Blue Skies, Blue Dragons « Reply #2 on Mar 15, 2008, 7:06pm »
There was the shadow of a dragon, and J'fir was not bothered. Yet, when that Blue landed and his rider slid off, he couldn't help but stare. Even as Sango noted him, he still stared.
Well, at least, he until the part when Wrote came tumbling into his back and almost sending him face first into the dirt. "Ahh. Sorry father," came Wrote's rather lazy drawl. Yet, he really was apologetic. Then, he blinked as he noted the other rider, then...
He stared. Mind, it wasn't that same stare that his father had been giving her a moment ago, for J'fir was now busy getting up and dusting himself off as if trying to impress someone. But he was gaping inwardly and that much was obvious.
Yet, in that lethargic manner, Wrote's attention shifted onto Mirokuth and then ended up staring at the Blue instead. The young man couldn't seem to be able to take his eyes off the dragon as his father finished dusting himself off and giving a bow to Sango in a rather stiff manner. "He's big," Wrote muttered to his father as J'fir seemed to put on an uncaring act and waved a hand in a cool manner, "Then you've not seen the Gold dragon Wrote." "He's big," the younger male repeated in a rather flat voice, continuing to stare at Mirokuth.
He then blinked lazily at Sango as if questioning her about something, then stepping forward towards the Blue. Yes, we know he's big, but must we touch him? Wrote had no reply. In fact, he wondered where that voice had went just now when he had been staring.
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