Post by Avu on Mar 3, 2009 15:59:03 GMT -5
Are you frightened?
I'm not frightened.
You should be frightened.
Why?
The bronzepair had left the chaotic Weyr. They weren't far away, merely a distance down the coast. Corinth was sunning himself, head lazily draped over a rock and wings dropped to the ground. One eye was twice lidded, the third lid halfway down, but the other eye was fully open, and the rapid whirling of the multi-faceted orb showed his interest in his Rider, focused intently upon the bronzerider, who was sitting cross-legged, facing Corinth, at the very lip of the cliff. Said cliff dropped perhaps ten feet, and there was no beach: It ended directly into the ocean, the waves licking against the rock, higher than usual due to the recent stormy weather. Dressed casually in a light tunic and loose pants, barefoot, hair messy as usual, T'rid seemed to be as perfectly at ease as Corinth was, head lolling against one shoulder, one eye closed against the sun, the other meeting the bronze dragon's gaze squarely. Corinth yawned, his tailtip twitching slightly against his haunches.
Why? T'rid insisted.
He never received an answer that fully satisfied him until after. After the bronze's tail whipped around, the tip catching him in the chest and sending him tumbling backwards off of the cliff with a startled and very undignified yelp, one hand automatically catching the lip of the cliff, the other latching onto Corinth's tail. The bronze chuffed in light amusement, lifting his tail and T'rid with it, and depositing the young man back on the cliff. Because, Weyrleadermine, we are /alone/, and there is /nothing/ stopping me from dropping you into the ocean. T'rid spluttered indignantly as he was plopped unceremoniously onto the ground, shooting a glare at the obviously amused bronze, who crooned, blinking innocently at T'ridHis. They stared at each other for a moment, and then, in a simultaneous change of topic --
You're quite certain --
Stupid won't eat Dinner? Not with Conspiracy and Mir.
And they will listen to you?
Yes.
Do you know, Dinner would make a very good guard if she was trained...
A /guardchicken/?!
And that was when he struck, just as the bronzerider had wrinkled his nose in distaste at the thought: His tail whiplashed around and T'rid, who had stood up and turned to face the ocean, was caught unprepared as his knees were struck from behind. His screech was cut off abruptly a second later as he hit the water ten feet below, and Corinth, rumbling in affectionate amusement, left his rock to pad over to the cliff, peering down at T'ridHis, who had resurfaced, shooting a venemous glare upwards. "If you wanted to swim you could have asked!" he snapped, and received a plaintive, You would've said /no/. Which was true enough. The bronze dragon leapt into the air, gliding forward a bit before he angled himself into a headlong dive. The wave that came up was gentle by the time it reached T'rid, but he let himself be washed gently to the cliff face, to which he hooked one arm, glaring at Corinth as the bronze dragon crooned at him a distance away, and began swimming steadily back.
As soon as Corinth extended his muzzle to T'rid, the bronzerider whacked him as hard as he could on the nose, earning himself a reproving look as Corinth huffed. Uncalled for, Weyrleadermine! T'rid huffed right back at him, pushing himself off the cliff to grab Corinth's neck and flop onto the bronze, kicking him lightly in reproof. "Con's more mature than you are, you big overgrown hatchling...!" I resent that! Which, naturally, called for retaliation. The dragon rolled over, dumping T'rid back into the water and rumbling in amusement at the bronzerider's yelp before he was dunked.
Like I said. You should be frightened.
I'm not frightened.
You should be frightened.
Why?
The bronzepair had left the chaotic Weyr. They weren't far away, merely a distance down the coast. Corinth was sunning himself, head lazily draped over a rock and wings dropped to the ground. One eye was twice lidded, the third lid halfway down, but the other eye was fully open, and the rapid whirling of the multi-faceted orb showed his interest in his Rider, focused intently upon the bronzerider, who was sitting cross-legged, facing Corinth, at the very lip of the cliff. Said cliff dropped perhaps ten feet, and there was no beach: It ended directly into the ocean, the waves licking against the rock, higher than usual due to the recent stormy weather. Dressed casually in a light tunic and loose pants, barefoot, hair messy as usual, T'rid seemed to be as perfectly at ease as Corinth was, head lolling against one shoulder, one eye closed against the sun, the other meeting the bronze dragon's gaze squarely. Corinth yawned, his tailtip twitching slightly against his haunches.
Why? T'rid insisted.
He never received an answer that fully satisfied him until after. After the bronze's tail whipped around, the tip catching him in the chest and sending him tumbling backwards off of the cliff with a startled and very undignified yelp, one hand automatically catching the lip of the cliff, the other latching onto Corinth's tail. The bronze chuffed in light amusement, lifting his tail and T'rid with it, and depositing the young man back on the cliff. Because, Weyrleadermine, we are /alone/, and there is /nothing/ stopping me from dropping you into the ocean. T'rid spluttered indignantly as he was plopped unceremoniously onto the ground, shooting a glare at the obviously amused bronze, who crooned, blinking innocently at T'ridHis. They stared at each other for a moment, and then, in a simultaneous change of topic --
You're quite certain --
Stupid won't eat Dinner? Not with Conspiracy and Mir.
And they will listen to you?
Yes.
Do you know, Dinner would make a very good guard if she was trained...
A /guardchicken/?!
And that was when he struck, just as the bronzerider had wrinkled his nose in distaste at the thought: His tail whiplashed around and T'rid, who had stood up and turned to face the ocean, was caught unprepared as his knees were struck from behind. His screech was cut off abruptly a second later as he hit the water ten feet below, and Corinth, rumbling in affectionate amusement, left his rock to pad over to the cliff, peering down at T'ridHis, who had resurfaced, shooting a venemous glare upwards. "If you wanted to swim you could have asked!" he snapped, and received a plaintive, You would've said /no/. Which was true enough. The bronze dragon leapt into the air, gliding forward a bit before he angled himself into a headlong dive. The wave that came up was gentle by the time it reached T'rid, but he let himself be washed gently to the cliff face, to which he hooked one arm, glaring at Corinth as the bronze dragon crooned at him a distance away, and began swimming steadily back.
As soon as Corinth extended his muzzle to T'rid, the bronzerider whacked him as hard as he could on the nose, earning himself a reproving look as Corinth huffed. Uncalled for, Weyrleadermine! T'rid huffed right back at him, pushing himself off the cliff to grab Corinth's neck and flop onto the bronze, kicking him lightly in reproof. "Con's more mature than you are, you big overgrown hatchling...!" I resent that! Which, naturally, called for retaliation. The dragon rolled over, dumping T'rid back into the water and rumbling in amusement at the bronzerider's yelp before he was dunked.
Like I said. You should be frightened.