Post by Kiran on Sept 15, 2013 1:02:09 GMT -5
Giggles resounded through the lowest of the lower caverns. Fyris swore as she stood still, trying to pinpoint where her siblings hid in the darkness. She didn't mind the darkness, but she certainly minded that her siblings were hiding so well! The game had lasted longer than she had thought it would. So far, Fyris was fairly sure she was on the losing end. And truthfully, she wasn't entirely sure where she was anymore.
Fyris crossed her arms and glared at the cavern in front of her. Another dead end, just like the one before. It was like her siblings had used their time in the crèche to become creatures of the caverns, able to slip through walls and into impossible spaces! Ridiculous, of course, but her frustration was starting to get the best of her.
Glimmer was having a good time of it though. The green flit had already killed one threatening tunnelsnake, enjoying the fight it had and the meat that it provided. Fyris glanced at Glimmer and smiled. The creature was most certainly more useful that she had thought. A brief question through her link with Dreaneth had her assuring her that the flit was not more useful than the dragon, merely... More portable. After all, it wasn't like Dreaneth could have fit into the caverns! Not since she was hatched, at least.
Dreaneth accepted that, and with a hope that her rider would be careful, let Fyris head on off to find her siblings with only a lingering worry ringing the back of Fyris' mind. The greenrider knew she had to keep her bearings, so the only thing to do was to wait unt her siblings slipped up. And that meant waiting for them. Eventually the brats would reveal themselves and their hiding places. Wouldn't they? The weyrling stood in one place, waiting, waiting for one of them to make a move.
It didn't take too long. Within a few minutes footsteps scrabbled rather close, and Fyris was able to catch a glimpse of her sister darting around a corners following the laughter, she also went around and...
Slipped and fell.
Her vision went black for a few moments. When she awoke, she could hear Dreaneth asking whether she was okay, if she needed to send in help to find her. Oh, and by the way, where was she?
Fyris couldn't answer. Her head pounded, and from what Dreaneth was saying it had been a few minutes since she had gotten a knock to the back of her head. Fyris groaned. This wasn't a good sign, because now she couldn't remember exactly where she was and how to get back (the headache was not the cause of the memory loss, though it certainly didn't help), but her ankle hurt like no tomorrow. She glanced down and saw it swelling like no tomorrow. A grimace plastered her face. There was no way she could put her weight on that! And how was she supposed to get back? There was no sign of her siblings. Glimmer sat on her chest and looked down at her, trilling gently with concern.
The weyrling sighed. She would have to wait for someone to come and rescue her...
Fyris crossed her arms and glared at the cavern in front of her. Another dead end, just like the one before. It was like her siblings had used their time in the crèche to become creatures of the caverns, able to slip through walls and into impossible spaces! Ridiculous, of course, but her frustration was starting to get the best of her.
Glimmer was having a good time of it though. The green flit had already killed one threatening tunnelsnake, enjoying the fight it had and the meat that it provided. Fyris glanced at Glimmer and smiled. The creature was most certainly more useful that she had thought. A brief question through her link with Dreaneth had her assuring her that the flit was not more useful than the dragon, merely... More portable. After all, it wasn't like Dreaneth could have fit into the caverns! Not since she was hatched, at least.
Dreaneth accepted that, and with a hope that her rider would be careful, let Fyris head on off to find her siblings with only a lingering worry ringing the back of Fyris' mind. The greenrider knew she had to keep her bearings, so the only thing to do was to wait unt her siblings slipped up. And that meant waiting for them. Eventually the brats would reveal themselves and their hiding places. Wouldn't they? The weyrling stood in one place, waiting, waiting for one of them to make a move.
It didn't take too long. Within a few minutes footsteps scrabbled rather close, and Fyris was able to catch a glimpse of her sister darting around a corners following the laughter, she also went around and...
Slipped and fell.
Her vision went black for a few moments. When she awoke, she could hear Dreaneth asking whether she was okay, if she needed to send in help to find her. Oh, and by the way, where was she?
Fyris couldn't answer. Her head pounded, and from what Dreaneth was saying it had been a few minutes since she had gotten a knock to the back of her head. Fyris groaned. This wasn't a good sign, because now she couldn't remember exactly where she was and how to get back (the headache was not the cause of the memory loss, though it certainly didn't help), but her ankle hurt like no tomorrow. She glanced down and saw it swelling like no tomorrow. A grimace plastered her face. There was no way she could put her weight on that! And how was she supposed to get back? There was no sign of her siblings. Glimmer sat on her chest and looked down at her, trilling gently with concern.
The weyrling sighed. She would have to wait for someone to come and rescue her...
