Post by glamourie on Mar 14, 2009 2:14:29 GMT -5
Her blue was so lovely! Ophelie chirruped to Mir as he flew, clearly pleased by his concern for her. How flattered she was showed in her movements; she did a quick loop-de-loop for him and him alone, a swirl of green hues in the air. She ascended higher and higher upward, toward the ceiling of the main hall before darting back toward the entrance. However, the green fire lizard suddenly came to an abrupt halt at images flooding her mind from somewhere behind her and she was efficiently distracted from her path. Her wings flared and she went perfectly still in the air for a split second before dropping downward at a rapid pace. Her confusion was evident in her eyes, a rapid whirl that made it clear she hadn’t expected that -- her whole focus had been on getting higher and faster, after all! Which one of them had done the confusing thing?
Ophelie’s sudden surge of confusion made Ka’rys stir and he blinked before sitting up as best he could. He squinted in the sunlight and then glanced toward the main hall, where his fire lizard was; confusion was not one of the normal feelings he got from the little green when she was in Flight. Typically there was just a whole lot of me me me me that Ka’rys naturally tuned out, and a lot of higher, faster, quicker. Her surprise and puzzlement was out of place, and concerning.
Not nearly so concerning as what was in the river, though. Ka’rys’s gaze settled on movement coming against the current and he recognized a familiar mop of red hair. What was S’rei doing? Buffoon. The bronze rider crinkled his nose in distaste, before quickly masking the emotion. However, that distaste became a feeling of equal confusion when his green’s flight flashed through his mind (like the images fire lizards usually sent to their bonded) and he recognized the other bronze rider’s ridiculous green salamandyr. Green salamandyrs sometimes chased other green salamandyrs. They didn’t chase green fire lizards, did they? They weren’t supposed to. Yet there was one chasing Ophelie and S’rei was near him and sharding dragon, Ciceroth was gone.
Get back here NOW.
Finally coming back to her senses (which only took about two seconds), Ophelie caught herself on her wings and zoomed back toward the entrance. Her eyes whirled vividly. The strength it took to pull herself back into flight was draining, though, and her little wings burned as a result. She’d have to choose soon, but who would it be?
Her brilliant bronze, so polite, the one who had defended her against Showoff and came to her again? Who leapt from tables and ran with her?
Another form in the water. Darya? ANOTHER SALAMANDYR?! Ka’rys pulled himself back on his rocks and hissed as he felt Ciceroth’s confusion flare through him. He eyed the two figures in the water, and forcibly pulled himself to his feet. Darya and S’rei are here, he explained to his confused dragon, but his explanation didn’t help. Somehow, Ciceroth did not connect the dots. Figured! Just figured! His alarm was rapidly rising, the closer the two got; unlike salamandyrs, green fire lizard flights had almost no effect on their bondeds… particularly not on someone like Ka’rys, who really only lost himself in queen flights. Snarling, he added, They have salamandyrs. Their salamandyrs are chasing Ophelie. Get me out of here right now.
If they have flightlust, they will just grab someone else - willing or not. If I come, they won’t have you, and they might find someone who isn’t willing and hurt them. Like what happened to Aslath’s.
Sharding dragon would remember that. The unfortunate thing was that Ka’rys himself had spent hours upon hours explaining it to Ciceroth, so he had no one but himself to blame. He cringed. But I don’t want them. Either of them. The only problem was, he liked the idea of some uninvolved stranger being mauled even less than he did the idea of himself. He wasn’t a child, or a weyrlingrider, and most of the weyrlingriders tended to wander around the river. His stomach tightened into unpleasant knots, and he hoped silently that Ophelie picked one of the fire lizards. Maybe Darya and S’rei would drag each other to the side of the river and that would be that. While he was sure neither of them would thank him for that thought, at least both would be willing and he could shoo off any voyeurs. Most people avoided him anyway.
Out the door of the main hall, the little green flew, her wings carrying her further and further ahead. The burning in her wings was rapidly growing more intense, as she tried to deduce who to pick - who to pick. Would it be her sweet blue, with his comforting chitters, so small and delicate? He was lovely, he was. Or maybe the paler blue, with his beautiful tricks and twists? So graceful in the air he was, but so sweet was her other blue… and her bronze who had defended her against Showoff that one time; she remembered him well. He was her absolute favorite salamandyr (she did not like any of the others, especially not that nasty red bronze or the white thing who spied on Hers every chance he got as if he owned him!)
Or maybe… her green? How odd that a green thought to chase her. She alone was special because she alone had a green chaser. After all, most greens didn’t chase one another. It just wasn’t normal!
Her decision was made in that split second, and it filled Ka’rys with a much more vivid sense of alarm. Ophelie dropped down and rapidly slowed down to grab onto Worm; her green. Her blues and her bronze she would have to share with others some day, but her green would be hers because greens just didn’t chase other greens. She did not want to have to share -- ever. She had to share Hers with the other green and her Bronze (capital B for dragon), but her mate would be hers and hers alone. Last time, she’d been caught by that blue who went back to his green. Never again. Hers.
At the exact moment Ophelie made her choice, Ka’rys decided it was a very good idea to go against healers’ orders (something that he was sure would get him fussed at later on). Rather than stay on his rock, he half-hopped off of it and onto the sandy beach. The pain that flared through his ankle was excruciating, and he actually hissed in response… but a cool sense of curiosity was overcoming him. If he ran away quick enough, maybe S’rei and Darya would mistake one another for their chosen mates. Maybe. And if not, well, at least he could say he tried to get away. With that thought in mind, the bronze rider hobbled away from the river as fast as he could on one leg. Savitri was going to throttle him for walking on that ankle -- but he couldn’t just sit still and wait. He wasn’t stupid, after all.
Ophelie’s sudden surge of confusion made Ka’rys stir and he blinked before sitting up as best he could. He squinted in the sunlight and then glanced toward the main hall, where his fire lizard was; confusion was not one of the normal feelings he got from the little green when she was in Flight. Typically there was just a whole lot of me me me me that Ka’rys naturally tuned out, and a lot of higher, faster, quicker. Her surprise and puzzlement was out of place, and concerning.
Not nearly so concerning as what was in the river, though. Ka’rys’s gaze settled on movement coming against the current and he recognized a familiar mop of red hair. What was S’rei doing? Buffoon. The bronze rider crinkled his nose in distaste, before quickly masking the emotion. However, that distaste became a feeling of equal confusion when his green’s flight flashed through his mind (like the images fire lizards usually sent to their bonded) and he recognized the other bronze rider’s ridiculous green salamandyr. Green salamandyrs sometimes chased other green salamandyrs. They didn’t chase green fire lizards, did they? They weren’t supposed to. Yet there was one chasing Ophelie and S’rei was near him and sharding dragon, Ciceroth was gone.
Get back here NOW.
Finally coming back to her senses (which only took about two seconds), Ophelie caught herself on her wings and zoomed back toward the entrance. Her eyes whirled vividly. The strength it took to pull herself back into flight was draining, though, and her little wings burned as a result. She’d have to choose soon, but who would it be?
Her brilliant bronze, so polite, the one who had defended her against Showoff and came to her again? Who leapt from tables and ran with her?
Another form in the water. Darya? ANOTHER SALAMANDYR?! Ka’rys pulled himself back on his rocks and hissed as he felt Ciceroth’s confusion flare through him. He eyed the two figures in the water, and forcibly pulled himself to his feet. Darya and S’rei are here, he explained to his confused dragon, but his explanation didn’t help. Somehow, Ciceroth did not connect the dots. Figured! Just figured! His alarm was rapidly rising, the closer the two got; unlike salamandyrs, green fire lizard flights had almost no effect on their bondeds… particularly not on someone like Ka’rys, who really only lost himself in queen flights. Snarling, he added, They have salamandyrs. Their salamandyrs are chasing Ophelie. Get me out of here right now.
If they have flightlust, they will just grab someone else - willing or not. If I come, they won’t have you, and they might find someone who isn’t willing and hurt them. Like what happened to Aslath’s.
Sharding dragon would remember that. The unfortunate thing was that Ka’rys himself had spent hours upon hours explaining it to Ciceroth, so he had no one but himself to blame. He cringed. But I don’t want them. Either of them. The only problem was, he liked the idea of some uninvolved stranger being mauled even less than he did the idea of himself. He wasn’t a child, or a weyrlingrider, and most of the weyrlingriders tended to wander around the river. His stomach tightened into unpleasant knots, and he hoped silently that Ophelie picked one of the fire lizards. Maybe Darya and S’rei would drag each other to the side of the river and that would be that. While he was sure neither of them would thank him for that thought, at least both would be willing and he could shoo off any voyeurs. Most people avoided him anyway.
Out the door of the main hall, the little green flew, her wings carrying her further and further ahead. The burning in her wings was rapidly growing more intense, as she tried to deduce who to pick - who to pick. Would it be her sweet blue, with his comforting chitters, so small and delicate? He was lovely, he was. Or maybe the paler blue, with his beautiful tricks and twists? So graceful in the air he was, but so sweet was her other blue… and her bronze who had defended her against Showoff that one time; she remembered him well. He was her absolute favorite salamandyr (she did not like any of the others, especially not that nasty red bronze or the white thing who spied on Hers every chance he got as if he owned him!)
Or maybe… her green? How odd that a green thought to chase her. She alone was special because she alone had a green chaser. After all, most greens didn’t chase one another. It just wasn’t normal!
Her decision was made in that split second, and it filled Ka’rys with a much more vivid sense of alarm. Ophelie dropped down and rapidly slowed down to grab onto Worm; her green. Her blues and her bronze she would have to share with others some day, but her green would be hers because greens just didn’t chase other greens. She did not want to have to share -- ever. She had to share Hers with the other green and her Bronze (capital B for dragon), but her mate would be hers and hers alone. Last time, she’d been caught by that blue who went back to his green. Never again. Hers.
At the exact moment Ophelie made her choice, Ka’rys decided it was a very good idea to go against healers’ orders (something that he was sure would get him fussed at later on). Rather than stay on his rock, he half-hopped off of it and onto the sandy beach. The pain that flared through his ankle was excruciating, and he actually hissed in response… but a cool sense of curiosity was overcoming him. If he ran away quick enough, maybe S’rei and Darya would mistake one another for their chosen mates. Maybe. And if not, well, at least he could say he tried to get away. With that thought in mind, the bronze rider hobbled away from the river as fast as he could on one leg. Savitri was going to throttle him for walking on that ankle -- but he couldn’t just sit still and wait. He wasn’t stupid, after all.