On The Edge... (Closed)

[antinanco]

A light fog arose from the morning dew and shrouded the drumheights are in an almost magical aura. The presence of the supernatural was also felt in the fact that the station nearly defied the law of physics as it perched over the massive Selenitas Falls, whose spray added to the morning mist in its whirling skyward ascent.

It was partially this atmosphere that had drawn Pasine to the heights. Since the archives had been a total bust (well, not total, but she still was lacking any serious data), the teenager thought that perhaps the drummers would have information worth extracting since they had to relay messages all the time.

After a brief sail to the shore that showed that her boatmanship was slowly improving, she started off along the banks of the river towards the falls. It was eerily quiet as the jungle around her made its transition from nocturnal to diurnal, but Pasine didn’t mind it. Much rather it be silence than to have a wild feline yowling nearby. She even passed a few sleepy wherhandlers on the way there, but they were too fatigued to hold any more conversation than a simple greeting or wave. When she finally arrived at the heights it was still early enough for the drummers to still be off numbly downing mugs of klah like she had a candlemark before, but just late enough that mist was just being penetrated by the sun as it peered over the valley. That left Pasine, the drums and the falls. After the realization that many a dragon might not be too pleased if she started testing rhythms at this time, the only two truly left were Paine and the falls.

Pasine peeked over the edge curiously.

The unexpected altitude raced up to meet her unsolicited, making her suddenly lightheaded. A hand shot out for the railing and clutched at the wooden plank in an effort to keep footing. A plethora of colors arose in the Candidate at that moment: her normally pale face took on a tinge of pink, her knuckles clenched white and black swathed her grey irises. Still, she did not look away. She would not. She could not. The abyss below her reached up with tendrils of foggy wooziness and devoured her whole.

Fortunately while her body was fermenting in the metaphorical beast’s stomach, Pasine’s mind managed to pull it together and snapped out of her height-induced trance. Though this was only the second time she had been this high off of the ground, the first being the time she was Searched, the teen still chided herself for being so pathetic. What kind of dragon would Impress someone afraid of heights? No, she had to cut off this fear before it even cultivated fully.

She spent the next candlemark alternatively staring out into the valley and the frothy waters miles below her feet.

[shadowreine]

A male voice would come softly from behind her. Those were white knots, so V'ter held off on the flirting, the bluerider instead glancing out across the river, then at her. "Hello." He made sure she could hear his approach, if she started, she might fall.

He could not risk her falling, that might leave a dragon unpartnered. They had lost a green at the last hatching after all.

As he looked past her, he could see a blue dragon approaching, but not just any blue. Mroth angled upwards to skim low above his rider's head before backwinging to a landing behind him, the head turning around to look over his shoulder, between his great wings.

Hopefully *that* didn't startle the Candidate. She would have to get used to being close to dragons, after all, even if hers would, on Impression, be quite a lot smaller than the full grown blue. "V'ter, Mroth's," he introduced, then a slight smile. "That being the great lump that just buzzed us."

Mroth shot him a look that spoke volumes, although he 'said' nothing. Rather, he began to shift his bulk around so he was facing the two humans, his tail whipping through the undergrowth and touching the river, sending up little splashing eddies.

V'ter just felt all over again how wonderful it was to be bonded to such a magnificent beast.

[antinanco]

A soft voice floated from behind her and Pasine broke her vigil to glance behind her. There was a rider, perhaps 30 turns, that caught her attention for a moment longer as she noticed his uncanny appearance. Though both figures were lanky and poised, the resemblance ended there. Pasine’s natural hues were washed out while the man was an abundance of dark tones: raven hair, azure eyes and deeply tanned skin. While he wore lighter, cheerier clothing to offset his deep color scheme, she wore rich, formal clothing. They were exact opposites yet decidedly similar in other aspects.

The Candidate narrowed her eyes slightly as she recognized these ironies and gave a brief, polite greeting. She then returned to her self-assigned duties with a comfortable silence that was broken by the form of a dragon approaching quickly. She spotted it quickly, her head following the sweeping motion as the dragon back winged over their heads in an aerial feat unlike any she’d seen so far.

Pasine regarded the dragon with a mixed state of awe and amusement that was apparent on her face. For what she had been told was a stereotypical blue, this dragon was quite a show-off. It was so entertaining! But when the rider began speaking, her expression contorted into a frown. “He doesn’t…” She was going to say buzz, but suddenly dropped the topic as she realized how absurd the notion was. You’d think that after turns together the rider would’ve figured out what noises a dragon did or did not make. Sometime people were so stupid.

Instead of contradicting V'ter right off the bat, she took a deep breath and started over again. “I’m Pasine, no-one’s so far, but hopefully that will change soon. Candidate.” Though she doubted it needed saying since her blatant white knots were rather obvious, but this was a man who confused his dragon for a vtol… "Lovely to meet you, V'ter, Mroth."

“So what brings you to the Drummerheights?” It couldn’t be the view: he could get a better scene from dragon top anytime he liked! And his knots did not speak of any Harper skills, so she doubted he had any early morning messages to relay. Curiosity got the best of Pasine and she was forced to temporarily abandon her task. Temporarily.

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