Post by Zen on Jul 27, 2018 14:20:04 GMT -5
M'kal :: Bronze Draveth
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The Champions of Legend class had been given the order to have their dragons fly as much as possible only a sevenday ago. They were supposed to fly at any opportunity, and no longer needed direct supervision to be in the air now that K'ton was confident enough that they wouldn't do anything stupid and crash or collide with each other. They'd also crafted their first riding straps, which the Weyrlingmaster had approved, and the young dragons were meant to wear them often and get used to how they felt, while their riders were to practice putting them on and taking them off and getting used to how they should fit.
It was the most boring thing to have to practice. And watching their dragons flying without them was getting harder and harder. They had their straps made, the dragons had been flying for over a month, surely they could be ridden? Well, maybe not some of the greens, like tiny Luluth or the sickly looking Sonath. Even Isali's green was questionable, which satisfied M'kal well enough. He supposed that was why they had to wait. So they could all fly together. They had to wait on the greens to get big enough to carry their riders. M'kal snorted derisively. The whole class had to be held back on their account, why? So they didn't feel left out? So the lazy Weyrlingmaster didn't have to do the same lesson more than once?
Draveth was more than ready. He outsized even the largest brown in the clutch by several feet already, though there was no denying that Udyth had more muscle on him – the brown was an absolute beast. He felt the scoff in the back of his mind as his bronze followed his line of thought, Still no competition for me. Of course not, M'kal agreed. The bulky brown would certainly never match Draveth in speed. His bronze would likely even be more agile, and with his long wings, he'd have plenty of endurance. Draveth was perfect.
Overhead, Draveth angled his wings for a descent, satisfaction clear between them, and came to land a short distance from his rider. There was blood on the bronze's muzzle, the remains of his recent meal, and M'kal frowned at the thought of having to bathe him today. Once they started flying together, they could go to one of the tropical isles for a bath where it wasn't so sharding cold in the winter, but until then.... He grimaced at the thought of the freezing lake water. The dragons didn't seem to mind, but it was a miserable business for their riders. This was M'kal's first experience with winter and he did not like it. Cove Hold never got snow, never even got truly cold. Standing in the snow, M'kal was taking full advantage of the flight gear he'd been fitted with in preparation for their first flights in the coming sevendays in order to stay warm. And as Draveth settled beside him and they turned back toward the barracks, he realized they were both perfectly dressed for flight.
K'ton was with the older weyrlings, practicing betweening, and their drilling practice wouldn't be until after lunch. They were supposed to be exercising their dragons until then. Several of his classmates' dragons were in the air even now, circling and trying out new maneuvers. Would anyone even notice if he climbed up onto Draveth's back and joined him in the air for a brief flight? Spotting T'vir with his blue, he considered for a moment, and then jogged over, waving, “Hey, T'vir! Brauth.” He greeted the blue as well, Draveth following after him and rumbling his own greeting to his brother. He lowered his voice then, “Hey, I was thinking... our dragons are more than ready for us to fly with them, don't you think? I mean, only the greens are still too small to really carry their riders. But Draveth and Brauth? They could do it.” He quirked an eyebrow, “So you wanna try it? Or should I tell you all about it after I've given it a go.” It was a challenge, with the insinuation that not accepting would label T'vir a coward, and he hoped the younger boy wouldn't disappoint him.
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