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Post by kelshii on Aug 21, 2007 14:07:10 GMT -5
Raixeh was quiet while the pair spoke to him, studying them interestedly. It was obvious that the lady was blind, from the way that she moved, and from what she had said about her Fire-Lizard. Raixeh wondered for a moment what had happened to her, for her eyes looked normal, but figured it impolite to ask something like that.
Raixeh snickered at the part about the stuffy Searchrider. "Was he a Bluerider who looked like he'd gotten his nose broken a few times? Hair all slicked up with grease?"
He had meant to continue his description of the Searchrider, but was interupted as all four Fire-Lizards increased their noise to an ear-splitting level. Apparently the two Browns had done something to upset Sjori, so she was giving them a royal telling-off, much remenescent of a Gold, while Arquas watched a little ways away.
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Post by Felina on Aug 21, 2007 14:22:40 GMT -5
"Was he a Bluerider who looked like he'd gotten his nose broken a few times? Hair all slicked up with grease?"
Altair's brows furrowed for a moment in concentration, he trying to recall what the dimglow of a man had looked like. It had been a Bluerider, that much he was certain of, for he had hardly noticed the dragon as it descended to the ground, blending into the sky as he so nearly did. Suddenly his face brightened, and he nodded. "Yeah. Horrid sort. Wanted to leave Corenne at the Hold, saying that his dragon was so small, and he wasn't sure she'd fit. Pfft. Even the smallest dragons are plenty large for three people."
"And he sounded like a dying wherry, cawing out its last, putrid breath," Corenne said vehemently. "Smelled rather like one, too." And she wrinkled up her nose, expressing her distaste. Her insulting of the absent man, however, was necessarily cut short by a loud shrieking that originated from the other fire-lizards. Picking up on the general excitement of the others, Shilai launched herself into the air, cheeping happily, her belly still somewhat distended by her previous feeding.
Altair watched the green for a moment, oddly protective. But, then, she was also significantly smaller than the others, so it was rather to be expected. Presently, though, when she was only a joyfully wheeling speck, he asked, "So, where're you from? If you got that same wherry of a Searchrider our hold did, you couldn't have been far, I don't think. But, then, I don't know how far they go, either."
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Post by kelshii on Aug 22, 2007 12:19:17 GMT -5
Raixeh agreed fervently with Corenne. "Yeah, come to think of it, he did sound kind of like that. I didn't notice a smell, though." He added, and felt thankful that he didn't, from the way Corenne had described it.
He winced then, and looked upward, just as Shilai flew up to meet the other Flitters. His two were making a racket in his head, as well as to his ears. "Will you two quit it!" He hollered up to his Fire-Lizards.
But they paid him to heed, and kept on at their game of seeing who could make Sjori explode first. When Shilai flew up to meet them, however, Sjori stopped and turned to the smaller Green, plaintivly telling her, in a series of clicks and chirps how terrible the two Browns and the Blue were, and how they wouldn't quite bothering her, and asking, wouldn't you please help me teach them to behave? while the male Flitters watched from a small distance.
Raixeh rolled his eyes, answering Altair in an almost vague way as he tried to make his pair stop, and quit trying to give him internal brain bleeding. "I'm from Red Mist Hold, a fair ways from here. My mother is the Harper there. What about you two?"
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Post by Felina on Aug 23, 2007 10:02:59 GMT -5
Corenne listened attentively, nodding in agreement. However, for all of the attention that she was attempting to pay, her mind kept on wandering elsewhere. Part of it was with the small mind which her own wrapped so neatly around, like a well-made sweater, warm and comforting and absolutely perfect. That was Shilai. That part of her mind was simply reveling in the wonders of flight, wheeling and dipping until the ground was only a blur; that part of her mind was wishing that she could go with her.
The second part of her mind, though, was elsewhere entirely. And it wanted nothing more than to stay land-bound. Because she was painfully aware that she only had a certain amount of time left with Altair. After that he'd be a rider– a bronzerider, she was sure of it!– and would be spending his time caring for his dragon. And, eventually, he would settle with some goldrider and she'd be out of the picture entirely. So that second part of her mind was storing away every detail about him, so that when he forgot, she, at the very least, would not. Not for as long as she lived.
Up in the wide expanse of sky, Shilai had other intentions than to attempt to control some Browns and a Blue, as she hadn't the slightest idea what she could do that Sjori hadn't already attempted. She told the other Green as much, rather concerned. After all, those silly males did need to learn their place in the world, and it was never above them.
"I'm from Red Mist Hold, a fair ways from here. My mother is the Harper there. What about you two?"
As was coming to become expected, it was Altair who answered. "From a small Farmhold out on the fringes of Ceros. Not all that far away. I had to leave my sister in charge; I just hope she can cope. I've never heard of Red Mist, to be honest."
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