Post by tovaana on Jan 3, 2021 18:34:53 GMT -5
Weyrling Maz’ru :: Blue Quilath
Weyrling Muze :: Green Rylath
Weyrling V’than :: Brown Saruth
Maz'ru: Purple
V'than: Pink
Muze: Tan
For how distracted you get, it’s a miracle we haven’t been hit yet. ‘Hmm?’ You’re hopeless. ‘Nah, hopeful. Hopeful that you’ll make up for my many flaws.’ That’s not how it works. One should better themselves, work hard and – ‘Look, a clump there, up to your right.’ Quilath swerved wordlessly where directed and flamed the fake thread.
See, like that. If you would always just – ‘Hmm?’ There was polite scoff at his rider’s response, until he realized that his rider was teasing him. This really is no place to poke fun. ‘With all your nagging, it’s truly easy.’ He thought back, preparing the next firestone and tossing it to his dragon as he arched his neck back to snatch it up. As the dragon took the firestone he sniffed, I do not nag. I’m only trying to help you. ‘I know Quil.’ He said fondly. And as always, It’s Quilath- Maz’ru.
And then they followed their formation as they made the switch.
Weyrling Muze :: Green Rylath
Muze felt the beginning of a headache from all her straining of eyes to try and watch everything that was going on. You’re doing great. Rylath touched her mind as she seared more fake thread from the blue sky that was tinted with smoke and a haze from the burning. The smell of it all wasn’t helping her headache either. She was glad as they were directed to switch when they were, glad to just catch the dregs rather than worry about the clumps they were missing.
As they switched she closed her eyes for a moment longer than she probably should have, and felt a sting in her shoulder and the smell of chalk momentarily as it puffed up in front of her and was washed away by the air moving past them. She winced and looked over, feeling more sheepish than in pain from her headache anymore. They blinked in and out of between, practicing as if it had been real thread. If you are hurting, maybe we should tap out? ‘No! This is my first time being trusted something more than just fighting thread! No, I’m fine, really.’ Which was somewhat true, being distracted by the slight soreness in her shoulder. She glanced at the line of dragons to see how they were doing, and to see if there was anything she could see that they couldn’t – in case she needed to relay a message through Rylath to help.
Weyrling V’than :: Brown Saruth
At least so far his dragon had predicted correctly, they had done better in the last long minutes of fake thread fall. When it was time for them to switch, he kept an eye out for his half of the wing, but a movement of something green disappearing and reappearing caught his attention. Upon glancing over, he saw it had been his sister. He hoped it had been a minor score, but there was that brotherly protectiveness that wondered what if it had been real thread? She would have been hit twice in one fall! He knew that he would never take back his life as a dragon rider – nor would he want to take his sister’s new found confidence and happiness away, but it still made him wonder if encouraging her to leave had been good for her safety.
It was a minor hit. Saruth informed quietly, his large brown body turning up toward a clump that the now upper wings had missed. ‘Thanks.’ V’than responded, knowing it was his brown’s way of trying to comfort his thoughts. He didn’t have time to worry about his sister, he glanced again toward his half, refocusing on the task at hand.
Maz'ru: Purple
V'than: Pink
Muze: Tan