Post by Wish on Jul 29, 2012 18:55:51 GMT -4
(OoC: Happens pre-Nim's flight.)
Please say we're almost done.....I'm getting bored, not to mention I just don't want to deal with her any longer.
The sentiment is agreed upon pest!
Iliath!
Nimarath!
The two dragonesses hissed at each other, their eyes the same sort of burning orange and red. Curling her tail around her feet, the green dragon Iliath snorted and snapped her jaws together with an audible click as she looked toward her rider and finally sighed. This was not what she had had in mind when agreed to going on a little "mission." Then again, this wasn't the sort of thing Iliath and Panille generally wanted to go on. No, this was no raid, it was simply going to the nearby Rindell Village to check on things and make sure the tithes would come on time.
After all the village was helped by having the dragons fly over their small island during Threadfall. Southern Weyr nearby and Bay Weyr further off had all but stopped passing over them once they realized where the rebels were hiding, and with no real leadership over them the rebels were sitting ducks it seemed while the waited to see what would happen next. For now at least it had been agreed that they would rebuild their relations with the villagers and smaller farms around their Main Camp in the mountains, then after Nimarath's flight they would decide on what to do about the issue of who would lead them.
Oh, and that would be soon. Panille knew the signs of a dragoness close to rising better than most having one herself, and Iliath and Nimarath were not all that different in personality. The obsidian looked at her own rider as Iliath was looking at Panille, both females too much alike to entirely enjoy each other's company. It had not been long enough for them to truly discern who was in charge, and though Nimarath usually was a lazy beast, the obsidian was too feisty lately to let anything of the sort pass her by.
Someone is drawing near..... The almost entirely black dragoness looked up from the wherry she had been offered upon arrival, her tongue snaking out to lick the blood away from her jaws. His mind feels like a rider's.....but it is not. He has no dragon with him....he's broken it seems like that woman was. Iliath turned her head to see the shape coming closer that Nimarath had spotted, her eyes adjusting to the distance to see him better before nodding her head. The annoying one is right.
Please say we're almost done.....I'm getting bored, not to mention I just don't want to deal with her any longer.
The sentiment is agreed upon pest!
Iliath!
Nimarath!
The two dragonesses hissed at each other, their eyes the same sort of burning orange and red. Curling her tail around her feet, the green dragon Iliath snorted and snapped her jaws together with an audible click as she looked toward her rider and finally sighed. This was not what she had had in mind when agreed to going on a little "mission." Then again, this wasn't the sort of thing Iliath and Panille generally wanted to go on. No, this was no raid, it was simply going to the nearby Rindell Village to check on things and make sure the tithes would come on time.
After all the village was helped by having the dragons fly over their small island during Threadfall. Southern Weyr nearby and Bay Weyr further off had all but stopped passing over them once they realized where the rebels were hiding, and with no real leadership over them the rebels were sitting ducks it seemed while the waited to see what would happen next. For now at least it had been agreed that they would rebuild their relations with the villagers and smaller farms around their Main Camp in the mountains, then after Nimarath's flight they would decide on what to do about the issue of who would lead them.
Oh, and that would be soon. Panille knew the signs of a dragoness close to rising better than most having one herself, and Iliath and Nimarath were not all that different in personality. The obsidian looked at her own rider as Iliath was looking at Panille, both females too much alike to entirely enjoy each other's company. It had not been long enough for them to truly discern who was in charge, and though Nimarath usually was a lazy beast, the obsidian was too feisty lately to let anything of the sort pass her by.
Someone is drawing near..... The almost entirely black dragoness looked up from the wherry she had been offered upon arrival, her tongue snaking out to lick the blood away from her jaws. His mind feels like a rider's.....but it is not. He has no dragon with him....he's broken it seems like that woman was. Iliath turned her head to see the shape coming closer that Nimarath had spotted, her eyes adjusting to the distance to see him better before nodding her head. The annoying one is right.