Post by madb on Aug 18, 2013 18:08:59 GMT -5
"Look at that," D'rave breathed, as Oxyoth and he appeared mid-flap from between, now hanging above the highest weyr of all of Pern. Mountains spread out like a painting beneath them, made glorious by the touch of Rukbat, a spread -- a feast, rather -- for the eyes. "High Reaches. I always liked this place."
It is difficult to breathe, Oxyoth moaned, as he did so well; always finding the downside of all that was good and pretty. I tire so quickly when we go this far up... might we descend?
"We're not keeping some pretty lady waiting," D'rave promised, with a grin and a quick light pat on Oxy's neck in an attempt to encourage the poor old mope. "Go on, tell the watch-dragons who we are and why we're here." After all, they had come to transfer at the request of one of HR's weyrfolk.
Oxyoth bellowed out a greeting, and there was an echoing roar. D'rave smiled as his sorrowful blue began the decent. The blue's paranoia about being rejected didn't come to pass, as it never did. It was always good, however, to see that he was wrong. Oxy deserved better than thinking poorly of himself. He patted the blue's neck, gently.
Offering a snort at his rider's sappy mood, Oxy dipped down before drawing in his wings and landing with a less-than-graceful motion, especially for a blue of his turns.
"Call to her, mine. Let her know we're here."
Obediently, with only a hint of reluctance, Oxy dipped his head.
Pardon me, he said, slowly and sorrowfully upon finding her mind in the crowd. Being such an excellent searchpair, and so-so in everything else, the pudgy blue was quite good at this sort of delicate slip into minds. He was soothing and tranquil, if a bit melancholy. I am Oxyoth from Mavros Weyr. Pack your things, and me and mine will see you to your new home.
It is difficult to breathe, Oxyoth moaned, as he did so well; always finding the downside of all that was good and pretty. I tire so quickly when we go this far up... might we descend?
"We're not keeping some pretty lady waiting," D'rave promised, with a grin and a quick light pat on Oxy's neck in an attempt to encourage the poor old mope. "Go on, tell the watch-dragons who we are and why we're here." After all, they had come to transfer at the request of one of HR's weyrfolk.
Oxyoth bellowed out a greeting, and there was an echoing roar. D'rave smiled as his sorrowful blue began the decent. The blue's paranoia about being rejected didn't come to pass, as it never did. It was always good, however, to see that he was wrong. Oxy deserved better than thinking poorly of himself. He patted the blue's neck, gently.
Offering a snort at his rider's sappy mood, Oxy dipped down before drawing in his wings and landing with a less-than-graceful motion, especially for a blue of his turns.
"Call to her, mine. Let her know we're here."
Obediently, with only a hint of reluctance, Oxy dipped his head.
Pardon me, he said, slowly and sorrowfully upon finding her mind in the crowd. Being such an excellent searchpair, and so-so in everything else, the pudgy blue was quite good at this sort of delicate slip into minds. He was soothing and tranquil, if a bit melancholy. I am Oxyoth from Mavros Weyr. Pack your things, and me and mine will see you to your new home.