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Post by Conway on Sept 21, 2011 16:10:38 GMT -5
It was a few hours before the day's fall when Orsith bespoke Coranth.
If you are not busy, T'rey asks that you bring your rider, numbweed, and a bandage for my arm to the feeding ground. If you are busy he says to find someone who is not.
Bronze dragon an rider sat at the edge of the feeding ground. Rider fussing over the wound, split by Orsith's over enthusiasm in dropping onto a large Wherry. At least he had gotten that much food in him, but he needed more, and that sudden jolt of pain over their link had scared T'rey into a fuss.
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Post by gryfeathr on Sept 21, 2011 18:45:42 GMT -5
D'nel, doing one last check over of his flight leathers for any weakpoints while Coranth sunned himself on their landing ledge, picked up his head as the message was relayed.
Coranth lifted his head and craned it to one side, studying the wide expanse of green that ran most of the length of the bowl.
Let T'rey know that I'll be over in a tic, D'nel thought at Coranth, getting to his feet with the leathers thrown over his shoulder. We fly second half of the fall, anyway.
It wasn't long before a blue flicker coasted over the feeding ground, banking to one side in a tight spiral to make the landing. Coranth was a big blue, on the larger end of the spectrum for the smallest of the male dragons, and landed with a bit of a thump. He arched his neck, studying the form of the bronze nearby with no small amount of curiosity.
D'nel slid down with the aid of Coranth's forearm, swinging down the covered basket with numbweed and gauze tucked inside. He wore his thread fighting leathers, the fur of his hood pushed back and his googles tinted dark against the sun pushed up his forehead. The flop of long hair that ran down the center of his head was held back by it, and he hefted the basket over.
"Hullo, Orsith. T'rey."
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Post by Conway on Sept 21, 2011 20:12:26 GMT -5
Orsith lifted his head to watch the blue come in, greeting him when he landed and turning an acknowledging eye on D'nel. T'rey was distracted, upset over the small but fresh bleed trickling down his dragons foreleg. He reached for the basket when it D'nel got to him, quick to start on dressing the score. "Thanks." He said, attention still mostly on the wound. " I didn't want to haul him back and forth to patch this, I'd rather get his belly filled as soon as possible and get him sleeping before fall so he doesn't have to think about it."
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Post by gryfeathr on Sept 21, 2011 20:32:45 GMT -5
Coranth lifted his head up high, tail making a wide excited sweep through the grass.
Food?
D'nel caught a laugh in his teeth, grinning a little as he set the basket down and watched T'rey become absorbed in aiding his dragon's hurts. He handed him a roll of gauze. "A fine plan. Little can best a dragon with a full belly. Is that how he got the hurt?"
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Post by Conway on Sept 21, 2011 20:48:36 GMT -5
"Yes." There was affection behind his complaint of course. "He promised he could do it with out using that arm, the he went and singled out he biggest buck in the field and had to use both arms on it."
He patted the bronze head when it swung around apologetically. " No, it's okay. I'm not mad."
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Post by gryfeathr on Sept 21, 2011 21:12:00 GMT -5
Coranth stood up on his feet, unable to settle as he re-adjusted the way his wings folded over his back. Incoming thread fall made any dragon antsy, but D'nel knew it was as much the talk of chasing down wherries as the waiting game.
"Hmmm." D'nel glanced back to his dragon, a smile teasing at his mouth. What do you thing, beauty?
Coranth streatched out his wings and temporarily streached up on his back legs, falling back down to all fours with a thump.
"....If Orsith doesn't mind the help, Coranth loves chasing the wherries around. Don't you, lovely?"
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Post by Conway on Sept 21, 2011 21:45:59 GMT -5
Eyebrows up, he had wondered about asking the favor but was reluctant so soon before a fall. "If it wouldn't be taxing to Coranth, Orsith would be just as pleased to have his meals delivered. He'll need three or four more though." He warned in case the blue thought he'd be chasing down just a bird or two.
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Post by gryfeathr on Sept 21, 2011 21:56:17 GMT -5
Coranth's jaw gaped in a dragon's grin, eyes whirling with brighter colors. D'nel reached up a hand to pat him fondly near his knee. "I don't think he'd mind at all. We're flying the second half of the fall, maybe this way he'll be better at waiting!"
Coranth's head swung around, wings arching indignantly over his shoulders.
I do not like waiting to fight thread. I do not like leaving, either.
I know, I know. But you need to save your strength for dodging around all those slow boys. He grinned up at his dragon.
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Post by Conway on Sept 21, 2011 22:12:10 GMT -5
He sat down beside his dragon, feeling the leg was adequately bandaged now. "Both Orsith and I would appreciate it."
Orsith reinforced the feeling to Coranth himself.
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Post by gryfeathr on Sept 21, 2011 22:30:09 GMT -5
D'nel took a few steps back as Coranth stretched out, shaking the kinks out of his spine with a large shake. He shaded his eyes as Coranth sprung to the air, the downsweep of that beauitful first wing-beat flattening the grass and making the fur of his hood dance against his face.
He fell in love again every time Coranth took flight, climbing so he could manage a deep dive to drive the wherries, terrified, around their pen.
D'nel grinned, that lovestruck look in his eyes common to riders as he watched Coranth harass the herd.
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Post by Conway on Sept 21, 2011 22:56:41 GMT -5
He can't help mirroring the smile, knowing exactly the feeling. But he doesn't keep his eyes on D'nel for long. Turning to watch Coranth run the herd ragged. Well to each his own.
Orsith watched the hunt with extreme interest, trying to communicate to Coranth which ones he'd like to eat.
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Post by gryfeathr on Sept 21, 2011 23:15:06 GMT -5
There was a brief conversation above the rider's heads about the proper size for a meal; both agreed generally the larger the better. Coranth stooped down on a large, slower wherry, snatching it up with both arms and working his wings hard to carry it aloft. He wasn't a bronze, but he was certain he could do it.
So he did, dropping down suddenly in the grass by both riders and Orsith and killing it with a merciful bite to the throat. He looked suddenly reluctant with the taste of blood in his mouth, but D'nel suddenly shook himself out of his stupor and ducked under a folding wing to rest a hand on his side. "Easy, now. Be nice."
Coranth grumbled but complied, tossing the hunk of wherry over to the larger bronze.
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Post by Conway on Sept 21, 2011 23:41:59 GMT -5
T'rey couldn't blame the blue, food can be hard to share.
Orsith snapped the wherry up midair, rumbling his appreciation once he'd gobbled it down.
"Oh I think he could get used to this..."
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Post by gryfeathr on Sept 21, 2011 23:59:33 GMT -5
D'nel chuckled as Coranth swung his head around, an indignant curve as he implored D'nel to let him eat his own catches; that was most of the fun!
"Maybe it will help remind him that its not so bad to be injured." D'nel tossed the words lightly to T'rey, eyes alight as Coranth rumbled deep in his chest and launched into the air to find some more wherry. He liked to herd them into tight circles adn then dive them to drive them apart. "He better not get used to it, though, Coranth likes his food."
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Post by Conway on Sept 22, 2011 0:14:24 GMT -5
He watched the blue, amusement lighting up his eyes. "Oh no, as much as he enjoys being doted on, there is certainly nothing he'd like better then to be fighting fit."
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