Post by kevna on Mar 9, 2019 21:23:07 GMT -5
Tak'ril - Bronze Agureyth
He could see the breath he exhaled evident in the crisp morning breeze, like tendrils of fog that slithered out of his lips and quickly dissipated into the air. The fact he was breathing harder than normal was just as plain, and slightly embarrassing. Tak'ril needed to take a break, but he also didn't want Agureyth to win. Again. Each lungful of air he inhaled was like ice, setting his chest afire. The fact that the incline was steep, and the air was getting thinner didn't help one jot. But he kept his face impassive, at least he had his pride still, as they finally reached the top of the plateau and the ground began to even out.
Running felt good, and normally Tak'ril had little trouble outrunning others, with his long legs and fit body. But Agureyth, with his 22 feet and semi-full belly was more than his match. Not only was the path rugged and uneven, but his beast had little trouble with his hop like movements over-passing difficult spots and pushing his larger frame up farther up with less effort. They had begun running more often to stay fit, and Agureyth needed the exercise with all he had been eating. Yet he didn't seem to be having any issues outpacing Tak'ril at all, which frustrated the young man to no end. In fact, Agureyth had had to adapt to his human's shorter strides to stay a pace with Tak'ril.
I think we should take a break. There didn't seem to be any fatigue in the beast at all, and Tak'ril clenched his jaw.
Not for me, I can go farther still. I do not doubt it, but the view is good, and I would like to bathe in the sun while we are here.
Tak'ril knew his bonded was being merciful, but took the out anyway. Even with the wintry temperatures, he was burning up. He stripped off his weighted pack, and then his shirt breathing a sigh of relief as the sun and air hit sweating skin. He sat down on a protruding rock, and overlooked the view, the winter sun still low across the island as it rose in the sky. The large dragonet spread out his wings and pumped them a few times, disturbing the air, and sending goose bumps along his rider-to-be's skin. Something akin to a sigh escaped the bronze's muzzle as he settled down, wings outstretched, and enjoyed the sunlight.
"This is nice." Tak'ril managed not to sound like he was gasping for air, and made a mental note to go on evening runs after his dragonet fell asleep at night. He planned on getting into even better shape if he could help it. He rummaged in his pack and grabbed his water skin, noting with dismay that it had leaked a bit onto the packs of flour he had stuffed in the pack to weigh it down for his workout. He was going to get a mouthful from the head cook if he was caught sneaking the damp flour sacks back into the kitchens. He took a few sips of water, and then replaced it.
You are much faster up the incline then the first time we attempted this run. I feel stronger too.
Tak'ril winced, and then nodded, agreeing with the Bronze. But he wasn't quite fast enough. The workout was supposed to be for Agureyth, not himself.
"I do think you are definitely strong enough for some flights. I'm impatient to see you in the air, and me right there with you."
Not much longer now, I am feeling ready as well. But not yet, we must wait a little longer still.
The last was added as if Agureyth could feel the temptation that thrummed through his mind. Of course his bonded was correct in being cautious, but he was anxious to fly and fight thread. To be a dragonman in reality, not just theory.
You are a dragonman, for you are mine.
"I know, and you are mine. I have just been feeling a bit impatient for life to continue on I guess." He had been feeling the routine of weyr life, and it had seemed to just drag on, with little change. These runs kept Tak'ril from using his pent up energy elsewhere.
Life is continuing on. His dragon stated matter of factly, a little confused at the phrase. Tak'ril let it go, and smiled, reaching over and scratching the copper head of his bonded.
