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Post by Saevera on Apr 9, 2012 14:40:45 GMT -5
[fancy]Saevera finished braiding her hair back as she prepared to mount her dragon, she used his dinner-plate sized scales to clamber onto his back. Ready? she thought, their minds joined. Always. Frey thought back, his voice booming in her head. The sound was comforting to her, and she started strapping herself in the saddle while he began to hum. A few moments later, he unfurled his magnificent wings, and then started beating them. Shortly, they were rising in the air, settling at about a hundred feet above the ground. They still had to weave to avoid some of the ancient trees that grew hundreds of feet tall, gratefully they were sparse. She was due to meet another rider, who was going to accompany her to the Beor Mountains. It was almost time to escort two new eggs to the Dwarves, and switch their old ones to the Urgals.
A few minutes later, they landed on a grassy bank, near a small river. She stayed mounted, but loosened the straps that held her to the saddle. The other rider was due any moment.[/fancy]
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Post by Ulrik on Apr 9, 2012 20:34:13 GMT -5
Only with the help of magic was Ulrik able to breathe all of the way up in the clouds where he and Ruag now flew. Little droplets of twinkling moisture adorned the garnet-like scales of the fearsome creature as his wings and body cut through the clouds like a hot knife through butter. Being fourteen years old, he was no small dragon, but he was certainly not as large as the other dragon he knew of. Ulrik had heard of the other rider as well, but it was only today that he had an opportunity to meet her. With so few riders, Ulrik suspected that both of them had been forced in different areas of the world where they were most needed.
Today, that would change.
[glow=red,2,300]I believe I see them. Shall I land?[/glow] Ruagbakul's mind echoed against Ulrik's, and the rider glanced down. He saw only the river below in between openings in the clouds, but he trusted Ruag's eyesight more than his own. He nodded once, a particularly human habit that he had never been able to break.
Let's go to them. He confirmed, then leaned forward and gripped the spike in front of him. He could feel a thrill go through Ruagbakul's body as the dragon enjoyed simply folding his wings against his sides and falling. Like a massive drop of red rain. He stooped into a dive, making Ulrik's stomach leap into his throat. Then the familiar explosion of wind roared against his body, more thrilling than any roller coaster could have been. His black chain mail made a rattling sound all of the way down as the individual rings clattered and chimed together.
Ruagbakul unleashed a deafening bellow of sound as he dove, announcing his presence to the other dragon and rider. He made sure that his diving point had been far away from them, so that once he pulled up out of his stoop, the two would not be blasted so rudely with his wind. As the dragon leveled himself out with the ground, he tilted his wings right side up to be used as a kind of air brake. The vast distance between themselves and the other rider was quickly eaten up, but by the time they had gotten within about 300 yards, Ruagbakul had kicked his back legs hard into the ground, followed by his front.
The rest of the distance was closed by Ruag's steady gait, a trot, it looked like, but with a very repitilian style to it. Ulrik had to take a moment to let all of his innards settle back into place before he looked up at the female rider, giving her a single nod in greeting.
I really wish you wouldn't do that. It's difficult for me to speak... Ulrik said to Ruag, whom only rumbled in amusement in response.
"Greetings, I am Ulrik, and this is Ruagbakul, or Ruag for short." Had his innards as well as his brain not been trying to still re-adjust themselves from the intensity of Ruag's fall, he might have remembered how to greet the senior rider appropriately. Hopefully she would forgive him, as this was only temporary, and admittedly, he was nervous. Ruagbakul stared at the other dragon, but more in curiosity, than disrespectfully or in arrogance.
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Post by Saevera on Apr 10, 2012 13:00:14 GMT -5
Saevera heard the roar of a dragon shortly before a streak of red appreared in the clouds. Must be them. She concluded in her mind. She trusted that the other dragon would not attack her or Frey. The island had special wards that would not let an enemy pass over the islands, and would actually obstruct them from view, creating a seamless illusion of an expansion of the sea.
Therefore, they must be safe. The red dragon slowly halted in front of the pair, the rider looked slightly shaken up. There was no doubt she would be in the same manner if Frey had done the same thing with her on his back. Together, they pushed their conciousnesses toward the other pair that just presented themselves.
Hearing his less-than-formal greeting made her ears twitch slightly. Being an elf, she was very accustomed to formal greetings, no matter the race, and especially due to the fact she held title.
"Atra esterní ono thelduin. Mor'ranr lífa unin hjarta onr. Un du evarínya ono varda, Shur'tugal." She greeted formally in the ancient language, then switched to his tongue, "Greetings in return, I am Saevera." She gave a slight bow from the waist, showing respect for her fellow Rider.
Freyvaldr did not like it when Saevera introduced him, so he decided to do it for himself. And I am Freyvaldr, he of the srtriped scales. He sent the thoughts into the minds of the other pair. Freyvaldr towered over everyone else in the area, the other dragon only coming up to his mid shoulder. He was pretty old, therefore very large.
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Post by Ulrik on Apr 10, 2012 18:10:28 GMT -5
The ancient language poured from the elf's mouth, making Ulrik realize his mistake. Quite the impression he had already made... If only there was a spell that could make him speak flawlessly every time he opened his mouth... That of course, would be a very difficult if not impossible spell, and although he was fluent-ish in the ancient language, he didn't even want to think about how long and complicated such a spell would be. In instances like these, however, he almost wanted to kick himself for not giving it a try. He should have.
He bowed as well in return, hoping to show that he meant no offense. He just had a momentary... brain malfunction.... The dragon spoke to them both, and he noticed that Ruag's head moved back, but only just. He wasn't used to having to look up at anyone, nor was he used to having a much more powerful conscience touch his. Ruag, although a little brash and vain, was not as much of a talker as most would assume. He had no trouble allowing Ulrik to speak for him.
"Atra esterní ono thelduin, Saevera Shur'tugal." Ulrik said slowly, making sure his words were pronounced properly. "Forgive me Saevera, and Freyvaldr, I will not be so rude a second time." Hopefully. It wasn't a promise he could make in the ancient language, but he would try to remember what he had been taught so long ago. He knew that elves especially would not forget. Nor I. Ruagbakul said to them both, dipping his head low in respect.
"This is about the eggs?" Ulrik asked, eager for a subject change.
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Post by Saevera on Apr 14, 2012 7:54:09 GMT -5
The elf smiled, the other rider definitely seemed to be kicking himself in haste to make his reply in the ancient language. "Its quite okay." she replied, not wanting Ulrik to think that he had been rude. Because he hadn't. She wasn't one of the elves that demanded formality.
"Oh! And yes, this is about the eggs. We are going to the dwarves, and taking two new eggs to them." she paused. "And taking their old eggs to the one of the Urgal settlements on the eastern edge of the Hadarac." It wouldn't be a particuarly long trip, but long enough where his company would be appreciated.
[[sorry it's short]]
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