Post by Simile on Sept 13, 2012 11:39:36 GMT -8
Wingbeats. Rythmic and pulsing as in our hearts. Rythmic as breathing. Wingbeats stroking teh sky with copper colored membranes. Morning sun a glint on one as strong, as good as the queen herself. The moments lost, but never one forgotten. Sharp eyes peer past the copper hide, sitting low on the dragons back Her black hair is tied up in a tight braid as they dive towards the weyrbowl - reckless, perhaps. But they felt good.They felt likethe sun was shining from within them. They had flown. They were conquerors of wild and forest. They were the copper pair.
Maetioth let out a loud roar - nto caring who heard or how early it may be... nor that Archith had only flownthe day before. This morning was her own. This morning was hers to sing. And her rider was there. What more did she need?
Well... she knew what she needed. That which she could never have. Her anger stirred and Talithia couldn't help her own slight snarl that marred her normlaly composed expression as she patted her dragon's hide lovingly and tried to soothe her. she might never be a queen by clutch... but she was every bit a queen by right. They dove again, this time coming closer so quickly. Talithia and Maetioth felt the rush before they pulled up and circled the Weyrbowl landing there - in the center of it. It was still so early, the sun just rising. But it was a day they would make their own. Talithia sat for several minutes atop her fiery copper beast before sliding down and adjusting her riding gear. Ah. It was wonderful. She unpinned her braid and let it fall down her back rather tha nbeing pinned against her head.
It is glorious. the Weyr is ours... while they sleep. Who won do you think?
of course the dragoness was interested in that...
Maetioth let out a loud roar - nto caring who heard or how early it may be... nor that Archith had only flownthe day before. This morning was her own. This morning was hers to sing. And her rider was there. What more did she need?
Well... she knew what she needed. That which she could never have. Her anger stirred and Talithia couldn't help her own slight snarl that marred her normlaly composed expression as she patted her dragon's hide lovingly and tried to soothe her. she might never be a queen by clutch... but she was every bit a queen by right. They dove again, this time coming closer so quickly. Talithia and Maetioth felt the rush before they pulled up and circled the Weyrbowl landing there - in the center of it. It was still so early, the sun just rising. But it was a day they would make their own. Talithia sat for several minutes atop her fiery copper beast before sliding down and adjusting her riding gear. Ah. It was wonderful. She unpinned her braid and let it fall down her back rather tha nbeing pinned against her head.
It is glorious. the Weyr is ours... while they sleep. Who won do you think?
of course the dragoness was interested in that...