Post by Ayame Shibanowe on Aug 21, 2007 17:08:21 GMT -5
"Are you sure?" the male Dracon asked. A talon scratched at his bicept. This time of year the water was high, and that made the air a little too cold for his liking. While his companion wouldn't let that stop her, Phaedron preferred not to travel down to Shiai if he could help it.
"I've reached the limit," the smaller dracon answered, pulling her cloak closer about her shoulders with a reddish, gold flecked hand. "I can go further than this."
"You talk too much about 'going'."
"I'm not just talking this time," Ayame said, golden eyes fixing on her companion. "It took a little doing, but I've convinced one of the Full-Bloods to give me a ride."
Phaedron sighed. "You've been at the caverns again."
It wasn't common exactly, but from the highest point of Quora one could feasibly glide down to a nearby cavern island inhabited by full-blooded dragons. If one was willing to climb to the top of this Draq Mount they could glide back and just barely make it to land on the planks of the northern Mitze District.
"So what if I have? They don't seem to mind the company."
"I don't believe that, Ayame, you make a nuisance of yourself everywhere you go. On purpose, I think."
"You think too much," she returned. "Anyway, he'll be here soon, so we'll part ways here."
"You'll be back in no time," Phaedron scoffed. "Talking about how weak humans are and how annoying the dry weather on the mainland is."
Ayame's golden eyes took on a more serious cast. "I won't be back. This is the first and final farewell between us."
Phaedron sighed. "We'll see," he said. "Don't be too reckless with those weapons. I was up all night finishing them you know. You won't find a mainlander who can fix them to your tastes."
"You won't win any points by calling me picky now," Ayame quipped.
"There's never any winning when it comes to you."
Ayame looked up at the sky and saw a smaller Ice Dragon swirling down over Xsenzar. "Then we understand one another pretty well even now," she said, jumping to land on the dragon's back as it swooped past. "Thanks again for this, Taj."
The young blue dragon let some air out of his nostrils. "It's not really for you," Taj answered in a gravelly tone that couldn't even come close to impersonating human speech but that Ayame understood as if by instinct. "I just wanted to spread my wings a little. I don't terribly mind dropping you off along the way."
"I've reached the limit," the smaller dracon answered, pulling her cloak closer about her shoulders with a reddish, gold flecked hand. "I can go further than this."
"You talk too much about 'going'."
"I'm not just talking this time," Ayame said, golden eyes fixing on her companion. "It took a little doing, but I've convinced one of the Full-Bloods to give me a ride."
Phaedron sighed. "You've been at the caverns again."
It wasn't common exactly, but from the highest point of Quora one could feasibly glide down to a nearby cavern island inhabited by full-blooded dragons. If one was willing to climb to the top of this Draq Mount they could glide back and just barely make it to land on the planks of the northern Mitze District.
"So what if I have? They don't seem to mind the company."
"I don't believe that, Ayame, you make a nuisance of yourself everywhere you go. On purpose, I think."
"You think too much," she returned. "Anyway, he'll be here soon, so we'll part ways here."
"You'll be back in no time," Phaedron scoffed. "Talking about how weak humans are and how annoying the dry weather on the mainland is."
Ayame's golden eyes took on a more serious cast. "I won't be back. This is the first and final farewell between us."
Phaedron sighed. "We'll see," he said. "Don't be too reckless with those weapons. I was up all night finishing them you know. You won't find a mainlander who can fix them to your tastes."
"You won't win any points by calling me picky now," Ayame quipped.
"There's never any winning when it comes to you."
Ayame looked up at the sky and saw a smaller Ice Dragon swirling down over Xsenzar. "Then we understand one another pretty well even now," she said, jumping to land on the dragon's back as it swooped past. "Thanks again for this, Taj."
The young blue dragon let some air out of his nostrils. "It's not really for you," Taj answered in a gravelly tone that couldn't even come close to impersonating human speech but that Ayame understood as if by instinct. "I just wanted to spread my wings a little. I don't terribly mind dropping you off along the way."