Post by Spiffy .th ! on Mar 11, 2009 13:55:13 GMT -5
Well, at least he's one of the smaller ones, Larikev couldn't help thinking as he gingerly climbed up, no-where near as gracefully as Myra, to sit behind her on the dragons shoulders, being careful not to be too rough with the dragon, for fear of his leg being bitten off if he irritated Aglovth too much.
Taking off filled his stomach with a strange joy. He was flying! This whole experience would be worth it if just for this, he thought somewhat ruefully.
But then they went between, and he was completely unprepared for what happened. The cold chilled him right through to the bone, the sudden darkness hurting his eyes. He went ridged in the saddle, eyes squeezed tight shut, the whole damned experience seeming to take forever, so that he wouldn't have noticed them coming out into the real world if not for the sudden increase in heat around him again, once again feeling the welcome sun on his unprotected back.
He was still tensed up when he finally risked opening his eyes again, to see the sea and a great volcanic island below him. He involuntarily shuddered.
Never do that again without warning me, he said, then remembering his manners, added a please, then a sorry.
Only now did his shocked brain take in the Weyr below him fully, the colours, sights, sounds and general vastness that was the volcano it was in, and he goggled down at it from his position in the air aboard the dragon.
Myra turned as Larikev suddenly spoke behind her, and she mentally recoiled under his words, although she sensed they were more shaken than angry. Her only physical reaction was to flinch slightly away from him as she unbuckled their riding straps. Aglovth, however, craned his head around to look back at the young man, but he snorted and seemed content with Larikev’s apology. Between was a frightening experience at first, that was for sure!
Myra brushed herself off slightly, and turned back to Larikev. “Well…this is Araelen. The Candidatemaster is Q’tris of green Minth, I’m sure he’ll help you get settled. The candidate barracks are down that hall, first room on the left,” She said, gesturing to one of the many corridors that tunneled through the rock. “So if you just head that way, you can probably just pick a cot and leave your things there. We don’t have very many candidates right now.”
Post by Spiffy .th ! on Mar 13, 2009 7:14:28 GMT -5
He saw the offended look cross Myra's face, and mentally slapped himself for being so brash in what he said and offending her, coupled with Aglovth looking at him, which he hadn't wanted to do.
He slid off the dragon with Myra after she had undone his riding straps, facing the way she did, into the cliff face covered with many tunnels.
Q'tris, he mumbled to himself, comitting the name to memmory. He follwed her hand to look down one of the nearer tunnels. First on the left... right, he said again, louder tis time so she could hear him and correct him if need be he had it wrong somehow.
Turning back to look at Myra, he smiled to her. He didn't really know what to say to her, so settles for a simple thanks, hoping she would know what he wanted to say but couldn't find the words for. Then he remembered Aglovth, and turned to him too. Thanks to you too, Aglovth, for bringing me here.
Swinging his bag over his shoulder he set off into the caverns, turning once to wave goodbye to the pair standing outside.