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Post by ShadowReine on Sept 21, 2009 18:46:13 GMT -5
Gwenduinne felt alive. Very alive, as she sat on Tyrth's slender neck. True, the white could not stay aloft for many hours, like a gold would have been able to.
Sometimes, she did wonder. She had been chosen by a dragon she had not expected, and she could not help but wonder..not regret, no...but wonder what a Weyrwoman's life was actually like.
It did not matter. There was no changing anything. She was a white rider, and that meant something in a different way.
Tyrth remained unique. Out of all the new colors that had shown up, there had, so far, been no other white dragon.
If the records were to be believed, there had only ever been two. He banked tight over the bowl, and she let out a cheerful cry...sort of like on a roller coaster...at her dragon's stunt.
That he hadn't, of course, warned her about.
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Post by Lysita on Sept 22, 2009 8:56:41 GMT -5
Kyrissa and Opheliath had been sitting by the lake, well Kyrissa had been sitting, Opheliath had been sunning. Scraps and Daisy were flitting around, swooping and diving, generally having fun and doing aerobatics. Kyrissa heard the merry yell and looked up, her gaze finding the white pair flying overhead.
"Shall we join them dearheart?" She asked the sunning sky dragon, who had also raised her head and seen the pair in the air. That would be nice. I do like Tyrth.Kyrissa nodded and both dragon and rider stood, almost in syncrinization and the girl went over to her wonderfully coloured dragon. She patted the supple shoulder before agily mounting and deftly connecting the securing straps to her riding belt. Then Opheliath took a couple of running steps and pushed off of the ground, flapping her wings powerfully.
Then they were up in the air and Kyrissa was smiling broadly, if only they could say in the air forever. Both dragon and rider enjoyed flying and flying with others was even better. Opheliath banked right and came up to Tyrth's side, the sky crooning softly to the white dragon.
"Nice day for flying isn't it Gwen?" Kyrissa called out, cupping a hand to her mouth to be heard over the wingbeats.
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Post by ShadowReine on Sept 22, 2009 21:00:48 GMT -5
"It is. It's nice to see the weyrlings of your clutch in the air, too. Is it me, or did that dragon hatch five minutes ago?" Gwen teased, Tyrth banking without any signal from her so that she could see the other rider better...and showing off. The larger sky could not hope to match the white dragon's agility.
"She is looking good, though."
My rider seems to be in the mood to tease people today Tyrth supplied, cheerfully. His wings dipped again, twisting away from the younger, but larger dragon, climbing above her a little. And I bet you can't keep up with me!
"Tyrth, you showoff!"
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Post by Lysita on Sept 24, 2009 4:58:52 GMT -5
"Five minutes? It seems like five whole turns. I cannot imagine live without Opheliath now, she is so much a part of me." Kyrissa replied happily, laughing a little as she saw the white's showing off.
"No doubt because of all my patient care and attention when bathing and oiling, huh girl?" Te last was added to include the lovely purple and blue dragon in the conversation. Of course Kyrissamine, you really do take care of me. Kyrissa only smiled and patted the powerful neck, even as Tyrth spoke, and was surprise to find the white gone from where he had been.
Of course, she could hear the wingbeats above her and looked up to find him there, a giggle showing her merriment at it all. Maybe not a speed race, but most definately an endurance one. Opheliath sent back, her wings spread open to glide rather then beating to gain height. Kyrissa gave another laugh, all the while wondering if their leisurely flight was going to turn into a flying race.
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Post by ShadowReine on Sept 24, 2009 22:18:04 GMT -5
Gwen laughed. "Endurance race isn't fair. Tyrth can't even last as long as a green." She didn't sound as if she cared, though.
He was smarter than a green...when he wasn't chasing females to prove he was as good as any other dragon. A silly habit, that. The white dragon should accept...no, relish in his difference.
You need a mate
Kyrissa's not my type
Freyjath's?
I'm not his
Most of the resolutely straight riders, like B'can, tended to pursue the queenriders. Some assumed that because Gwen rode a male dragon, she was gay. That was annoying...although not quite as annoying as when some female bluerider hit on her.
"She is such a gorgeous color." Gwen could say that, Tyrth would not be jealous, knowing what color HE was and why it was special.
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Post by Lysita on Sept 25, 2009 10:56:33 GMT -5
Kyrissa laughed,
"A speed race isn't fair either." She called, although, like Gwen, she sounded as if it didn't really matter. Opheliath didn't need speed all that much after all, she was a wonderful female that might just clutch. So, she would use endurance more then speed for her flights and Kyrissa was just fine with that.
Kyrissa sighed, why did she have to think of that again? You need a mate. Gwen isn't my type. Who is? Not other females. Even as she sent the reply to Opheliath, she thought that there could be a chance that the right female may be able to change that.
"She really is. Tyrth is wonderful as well, in his own way." She called back, smiling brightly. She thought Tyrth was a dragon that anyone could be a friend with. That was what she liked about him, plus that Gwen was friendly as well.
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Post by ShadowReine on Sept 25, 2009 15:05:46 GMT -5
Kyrissa, of course, had not known the pre-Tyrth Gwen, or she would have thought her an obnoxious, immature brat. Because, after all, she *was* an obnoxious, immature brat.
Tyrth had changed that, once she had accepted her place, it had grown into a secure arrogance that both matched and complimented her dragon's determination to be as good as any bronze.
"Tyrth is a gorgeous non-color," Gwen added, clearly teasing the white dragon. He got revenge by tilting his wings so that, as he turned, they were slanted almost vertical. "Who likes to make sure that I keep my straps in good condition. Tyrth!"
The white dragon rumbled, teasing his rider right back, no doubt. He was the most beautiful dragon on Pern, of course. There was no arguing with that, no questioning it. But... "Of course, comparing the two, is like comparing redfruit and citrus!"
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