The red drake gives a low pleased growl. His eight foot long body is clean, glowing, bright and healthy. He has heard her plan before. He is excited to travel so far beyond anything they know. He's been a part of the tribe since before the exit into the Mournland. He understands them, his Veran companions both through their regular draconic speech and their empathic/telepathic bonding. The Verdan have always changed, always pursued growth. The exit, it affected the tribe. Him included. He remembers more before the exit than the Verdan, but it's fragmented.
Mystique was one of the first Verdan born since the exit. Gorgonhorn is her home and homeland. The two foot tall Verdan has a closely checked streak of vanity that Pymbisdis finds extremely pleasing. As she continues to polish his scales, their telepathic link emphasizing her excitement and trepidation. They're going to be fine, he does his best to communicate to her, they'll sail across these plains and roads like he and her birthing grandparent once traversed the old lands.
As she finishes her work on his jaw, she moves on to their sadle and packs, their link providing such a strong connection that she is describing softly aloud in draconic the memory they are sharing.
"Her red fur accented our scales well and contrasted with the deep browns of our harness and gear. We blended well into the thick foliage, the kaleidoscope of color of our hunting grounds.
Our quarry was a black clan and rider that had violated the pact. We'd been tracking for too long. We hadn't lost the trail, but hadn't caught them either.
The red drake gives a low pleased growl. His eight foot long body is clean, glowing, bright and healthy. He has heard her plan before. He is excited to travel so far beyond anything they know. He's been a part of the tribe since before the exit into the Mournland. He understands them, his Veran companions both through their regular draconic speech and their empathic/telepathic bonding. The Verdan have always changed, always pursued growth. The exit, it affected the tribe. Him included. He remembers more before the exit than the Verdan, but it's fragmented.
Mystique was one of the first Verdan born since the exit. Gorgonhorn is her home and homeland. The two foot tall Verdan has a closely checked streak of vanity that Pymbisdis finds extremely pleasing. As she continues to polish his scales, their telepathic link emphasizing her excitement and trepidation. They're going to be fine, he does his best to communicate to her, they'll sail across these plains and roads like he and her birthing grandparent once traversed the old lands.
As she finishes her work on his jaw, she moves on to their sadle and packs, their link providing such a strong connection that she is describing softly aloud in draconic the memory they are sharing.
"Her red fur accented our scales well and contrasted with the deep browns of our harness and gear. We blended well into the thick foliage, the kaleidoscope of color of our hunting grounds.
Our quarry was a black clan and rider that had violated the pact. We'd been tracking for too long. We hadn't lost the trail, but hadn't caught them either.
We caught them. It was a difficult congregation.
A farmer was grievously injured. Our rider scared.
We ended the drake and rider.
We recovered the lost.
Our rider refused to abandon the farmer until they were fully recovered.
It was a good pairing.