Post by ryanneoftheweyr on Aug 17, 2007 17:24:10 GMT -5
The sky was growing dark as the remaining bit of sunlight danced away and out of sight. Out on their weyrledge lay a woman and her dragon. To the weyr; the sight was nothing to be commented on, but to the rest of Pern; it was beautiful. Her hair was long and brown and it just seemed to flow off of her and her dragon as she set her head up against the much larger of the pair. Both pairs of eyes were lidded as the simple joys of being outside and together flowed through them both. The night breeze, the last lingering bits of daylight, the close bond that was always wide open between them. It was all just beautiful.
Mine, I will Fly soon, the green told Hers, her voice soft and simple. There was a promise in that statement, not a warning. Both of them knew that such an event would be coming and neither of them were apprehensive about it. It was just how it was; greens Flew and males Chased. Then the dragon Chose and her rider woke up in the arms of someone she had no part in choosing. It was part of dragonriding and the woman chose to embrace and love it rather than push it away. It was part of her dragon; how could it be bad?
You will Fly well, Crisyath love, she reassured her dragon softly, knowing that the green didn’t need such a reassurance. Her mindmate had always been sure of her abilities and aware of her shortcomings, though in her rider’s mind; there were no such things. The green had no concept of time, so she gladly left it to Hers to understand that. The dragon also had a hard time counting; not comprehending any number more than two so even when her rider told her the numbers; she promptly forgot them or just said that there was two. But one thing the green could do was fly and she planned on doing it well, and her rider did not doubt her abilities. No, she did not doubt them for even a moment.
I will Fly well, Crisyath replied, her voice calm with an edge of excitement. Both of them sighed at the same time, the sun just finished it’s descent from the sky. They weren’t sentimental; they had just been enjoying the fading light. It was soft and comforting, but now the darkness of the night was taking over and the warmth of the sun was fading. The peace the pair had been enjoying was quickly dissipating and both of them felt it.
The sun is gone, Aeorana murmured, her mindvoice soft and sweet. Nights like this were the best and times like this with her dragon was what made every day worth living. To share a bond like they did was powerful and amazing and no other could truly understand it until they looked into the eyes of a newly hatched wonder and hear the insistent words of their new lifemate. Only then could anyone truly understand and only then would they find moments like these where they groped for words in their minds to describe what a wonderful bond was shared with their dragon.
Yes, that it is. With that, the pair rose. Slowly, they made it back into their weyr, stepping softly and carefully. There were no needs for good nights or the such; they knew that the other would be there in the morning for they weren’t even parting for the night. Never did you greet your dragon or say goodnight to your bond for never were you separated, even when the cold of between was no longer temporary. A dragonbond was forever.
Mine, I will Fly soon, the green told Hers, her voice soft and simple. There was a promise in that statement, not a warning. Both of them knew that such an event would be coming and neither of them were apprehensive about it. It was just how it was; greens Flew and males Chased. Then the dragon Chose and her rider woke up in the arms of someone she had no part in choosing. It was part of dragonriding and the woman chose to embrace and love it rather than push it away. It was part of her dragon; how could it be bad?
You will Fly well, Crisyath love, she reassured her dragon softly, knowing that the green didn’t need such a reassurance. Her mindmate had always been sure of her abilities and aware of her shortcomings, though in her rider’s mind; there were no such things. The green had no concept of time, so she gladly left it to Hers to understand that. The dragon also had a hard time counting; not comprehending any number more than two so even when her rider told her the numbers; she promptly forgot them or just said that there was two. But one thing the green could do was fly and she planned on doing it well, and her rider did not doubt her abilities. No, she did not doubt them for even a moment.
I will Fly well, Crisyath replied, her voice calm with an edge of excitement. Both of them sighed at the same time, the sun just finished it’s descent from the sky. They weren’t sentimental; they had just been enjoying the fading light. It was soft and comforting, but now the darkness of the night was taking over and the warmth of the sun was fading. The peace the pair had been enjoying was quickly dissipating and both of them felt it.
The sun is gone, Aeorana murmured, her mindvoice soft and sweet. Nights like this were the best and times like this with her dragon was what made every day worth living. To share a bond like they did was powerful and amazing and no other could truly understand it until they looked into the eyes of a newly hatched wonder and hear the insistent words of their new lifemate. Only then could anyone truly understand and only then would they find moments like these where they groped for words in their minds to describe what a wonderful bond was shared with their dragon.
Yes, that it is. With that, the pair rose. Slowly, they made it back into their weyr, stepping softly and carefully. There were no needs for good nights or the such; they knew that the other would be there in the morning for they weren’t even parting for the night. Never did you greet your dragon or say goodnight to your bond for never were you separated, even when the cold of between was no longer temporary. A dragonbond was forever.
