Post by Bellatora on Dec 6, 2011 9:41:36 GMT -8
It was actually a good temperature right now. It was nice... the sun was out. of course, it hadn't set for the past month or so. It was summer in the far North after all. And... it was going to be an eventful one at that.
Tyranith was curled up near the water in the grass, a faintly sea-foam colored brushy kind of grass that was close to the ground a bit tougher than most. The sun felt good on her hide. Amaelia smiled at her dragoness as she gave a soft huff of air before turning her eyes down stream. That was when she heard the rustling. She stood to her feet, supposing that maybe someone had been sent from the Weyr to look for herself and her gold.
But she was wrong. Out of the grass and brush... came a man she had never seen before. He was decorated in Benden Weyr colors and he was quite the worse for wear. He stopped dead, staring at her with what looked to be entirely dead eyes. There wasn't a light inside them to suggest this man had any kind of fight left in him...
But when his eyes widened at the sight of Tyranith who stood to stare at the man with whirling red eyes, only one exclamation, barely audible and whispered left his lips, "Faranth..."
It wasn't long before a rather large reddish-brown dragon landed near the water, a wherry clasped in his jaws. He turned towards the gold as well and, without another thought... Amaelia believed she needed some kind of help. Now. The dragon looked aggressive.... protective, lost.
Tyranith. Send to the Weyr for help. Now. Tyranith nodded her head in affirmation.
Dragons of Northern Aurora, Maerath, Bearith, Midnath, Heilliath, Herzath. Come. A dragon from south of us has been found. Leave the others to protect the Weyr. Come to the Aurora River. NOW!
It was an order, not an option as the queen stood between hers and this brown and the brown between her and his rider. He wouldn't dare to harm a queen, she was well aware of that. At least not easily.... But something just seemed wrong and off.
"Hello. I am Amaelia of Gold Tyranith of Northern Aurora Weyr. Who might yo ube and where might you be from...?" Her voice was calmer and more steady than she would have ever thought possible in this situation.
Tyranith's tail twitched in agitation, which only increased as the brown growled and the man did not answer her rider as she spoke to him.
Tyranith was curled up near the water in the grass, a faintly sea-foam colored brushy kind of grass that was close to the ground a bit tougher than most. The sun felt good on her hide. Amaelia smiled at her dragoness as she gave a soft huff of air before turning her eyes down stream. That was when she heard the rustling. She stood to her feet, supposing that maybe someone had been sent from the Weyr to look for herself and her gold.
But she was wrong. Out of the grass and brush... came a man she had never seen before. He was decorated in Benden Weyr colors and he was quite the worse for wear. He stopped dead, staring at her with what looked to be entirely dead eyes. There wasn't a light inside them to suggest this man had any kind of fight left in him...
But when his eyes widened at the sight of Tyranith who stood to stare at the man with whirling red eyes, only one exclamation, barely audible and whispered left his lips, "Faranth..."
It wasn't long before a rather large reddish-brown dragon landed near the water, a wherry clasped in his jaws. He turned towards the gold as well and, without another thought... Amaelia believed she needed some kind of help. Now. The dragon looked aggressive.... protective, lost.
Tyranith. Send to the Weyr for help. Now. Tyranith nodded her head in affirmation.
Dragons of Northern Aurora, Maerath, Bearith, Midnath, Heilliath, Herzath. Come. A dragon from south of us has been found. Leave the others to protect the Weyr. Come to the Aurora River. NOW!
It was an order, not an option as the queen stood between hers and this brown and the brown between her and his rider. He wouldn't dare to harm a queen, she was well aware of that. At least not easily.... But something just seemed wrong and off.
"Hello. I am Amaelia of Gold Tyranith of Northern Aurora Weyr. Who might yo ube and where might you be from...?" Her voice was calmer and more steady than she would have ever thought possible in this situation.
Tyranith's tail twitched in agitation, which only increased as the brown growled and the man did not answer her rider as she spoke to him.