Post by jack on Apr 26, 2010 17:06:53 GMT -5
It was rare for her to be up and about before noon, but here she was, scurrying across the grass with her brows set in a determined knot. Her feet were bare, but she carried boots in her arms, hidden amongst the folds of an old jacket and a pair of pants. She herself wasn’t naked, but was nearly so, with nothing but a breast wrap and a pair of shorts about her. Her bottom lip was held tight between her teeth, and her eyes were positively glowing as she dashed through the morning mist.
At her side was another scurrying creature, his own eyes glowing occasionally as it reflected the lights in this early morning. The dog’s mouth was set as sternly as his master’s, jaws clamped partially shut and the usually lopping tongue held firmly within his maw. His ears were laid partially back, but with every invading sound they perked up, his entire body freezing in alert, before scampering back after the girl.
Flying above both was a glimmering white shape, a tiny figure that blinked in and out every hundred yards or so. The fire lizard was silent as she soared, but her eyes were whirling warily even as she betweened lower, landing on Hers’s shoulders. A tiny chirp in the girl’s ear and she was off again, betweening three times until she could glide so very high above them all. Here she observed, watching for anything that would lurk in the sky.
A flash of Cyan in the grass, and another figure joined the party. Buscarth was growing slower than she should, and even so much time after her hatching, she was barely larger than a runner. Her trot was smooth and long, and her neck was outstretched as she shambled alongside the group. The dragoness’s eyes were glowing, whirling with a mixture of annoyance and amusement all at once. A shift of her muscles and she came up beside Javyk, nimbly avoiding the out-lashed kick of the runner who jogged at the girl’s side. Jaws snapped threateningly near the equine, who moved into a canter and ignored the attack completely.
Fingers grasped his mane as he increased his speed, and with an experienced leap, the girl bounced onto the bay’s back. ”MOVE OUT, TROUPE!”
Joskep reared up on command—front hooves flailing like mallets in the morning—and with a shade of his bare head moved out into a gallop. Bodie was quick on their heels, his loud howl echoing in the morning as he barked and growled and snapped at the grass as though it were an enemy. Buscarth too let out a little roar, although she was a bit slower to follow after the gallivanting trio. Hooves splashed into the lake, and the clothing that Javyk had been carrying was ditched on the shore as Joskep waded deeper into the water, and his rider slid from his back and into the waves. With a hearty laugh, she paddled a bit shallower, grabbing up Bodie to wrestle with the sopping mutt on the sand.
He bounded free with a challenging bark just as Buscarth began to slide into the water, lifting her head absently. Why do you do things like that, Mine? It is very odd, you know. Her voice was distantly interested as she spoke, dipping her nose into the water and sending a ripple down her neck. He is much smaller than you—shouldn’t you dominate him fully? You are strange. As condescending as Buscarth could be, Javyk never rose to her challenge, and even now she cracked a grin and swam over, pulling out a rough rag from seemingly nowhere. It was a useful little thing—helped get at the itches Buscarth pretended didn’t exist.
”Well its fun, of course!” The girl chirped as she slid onto the dragonet’s back, standing up and balancing delicately on the slippery hide. A hum sounded in her throat, a soft yet loud sound that somehow stood strong even against the barking of Bodie and the occasional shuffling whickers of Joskep. The weyrling began to polish some of the Cyan’s scales as she hummed, rubbing behind her eyeridges gently. Your definition of fun is odd.
”It is, isn’t it? But that’s OKAY; I like it that way.”
At her side was another scurrying creature, his own eyes glowing occasionally as it reflected the lights in this early morning. The dog’s mouth was set as sternly as his master’s, jaws clamped partially shut and the usually lopping tongue held firmly within his maw. His ears were laid partially back, but with every invading sound they perked up, his entire body freezing in alert, before scampering back after the girl.
Flying above both was a glimmering white shape, a tiny figure that blinked in and out every hundred yards or so. The fire lizard was silent as she soared, but her eyes were whirling warily even as she betweened lower, landing on Hers’s shoulders. A tiny chirp in the girl’s ear and she was off again, betweening three times until she could glide so very high above them all. Here she observed, watching for anything that would lurk in the sky.
A flash of Cyan in the grass, and another figure joined the party. Buscarth was growing slower than she should, and even so much time after her hatching, she was barely larger than a runner. Her trot was smooth and long, and her neck was outstretched as she shambled alongside the group. The dragoness’s eyes were glowing, whirling with a mixture of annoyance and amusement all at once. A shift of her muscles and she came up beside Javyk, nimbly avoiding the out-lashed kick of the runner who jogged at the girl’s side. Jaws snapped threateningly near the equine, who moved into a canter and ignored the attack completely.
Fingers grasped his mane as he increased his speed, and with an experienced leap, the girl bounced onto the bay’s back. ”MOVE OUT, TROUPE!”
Joskep reared up on command—front hooves flailing like mallets in the morning—and with a shade of his bare head moved out into a gallop. Bodie was quick on their heels, his loud howl echoing in the morning as he barked and growled and snapped at the grass as though it were an enemy. Buscarth too let out a little roar, although she was a bit slower to follow after the gallivanting trio. Hooves splashed into the lake, and the clothing that Javyk had been carrying was ditched on the shore as Joskep waded deeper into the water, and his rider slid from his back and into the waves. With a hearty laugh, she paddled a bit shallower, grabbing up Bodie to wrestle with the sopping mutt on the sand.
He bounded free with a challenging bark just as Buscarth began to slide into the water, lifting her head absently. Why do you do things like that, Mine? It is very odd, you know. Her voice was distantly interested as she spoke, dipping her nose into the water and sending a ripple down her neck. He is much smaller than you—shouldn’t you dominate him fully? You are strange. As condescending as Buscarth could be, Javyk never rose to her challenge, and even now she cracked a grin and swam over, pulling out a rough rag from seemingly nowhere. It was a useful little thing—helped get at the itches Buscarth pretended didn’t exist.
”Well its fun, of course!” The girl chirped as she slid onto the dragonet’s back, standing up and balancing delicately on the slippery hide. A hum sounded in her throat, a soft yet loud sound that somehow stood strong even against the barking of Bodie and the occasional shuffling whickers of Joskep. The weyrling began to polish some of the Cyan’s scales as she hummed, rubbing behind her eyeridges gently. Your definition of fun is odd.
”It is, isn’t it? But that’s OKAY; I like it that way.”