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Post by tenebria on Feb 18, 2024 16:24:59 GMT -8
Alalëa gave a nod as well and then walked briskly to the door, the sound of metal against stone screeching behind her as the dwarf went back to his diligent work. Ducking her head she stepped out, glancing around before stepping out into the noon sunlight, and heading her steps to the stables. Those stableboys never did seem to be able to take care of Visilva properly, and she wanted to be in time to catch the only one that MIGHT actually listen to her.
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Post by wingfeather on Feb 18, 2024 16:25:37 GMT -8
Elexian
Elexian strode briskly to the back of the stables, snagging a piece of raw fish on his way. He walked up to the cage of the feathered water dragon and leaned his head against the bars. The dragon was pacing agitatedly back and forth she stopped and looked at the infuriating elf staring threw the cage bars. Lifting her lips in a menacing expression she snarled. Elexian sighed, would she ever get used to him?
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Post by tenebria on Feb 18, 2024 16:37:58 GMT -8
Alalëa reached the stables a few moments later, taking care not to go near Visilva's stall, skirting to the back of the stables, where she could hear a small hum of voices. At the back, a small shed like building stood, door open. She strode towards it, stepping inside, and immediately all sound ceased, the young stableboys looking up at her with surprise, and some with slight trepidation. "Krolo, please come with me, i have some specific instructions on my dragons care" she said brusquely, motioning for an elf with reddish tinged hair and pale green eyes who was the only one looking slightly more calm. Outside, she turned to him. "Visilva is to stay in her stable until I return for her, and will therefore need to be well supplied. I do not want her to be skipped, although she will not need sustenance as she already hunted. Just be sure someone cares for her needs until I return for her" she said with a slight frown of firmness. "Of course, Alalëa, I'll make certain she does not lack in anything she needs" he responded with a slight bow. She gave a brusque nod and turned, striding off down the path, again skirting her own dragon's area, and finding herself heading towards the caged, more volatile, dragons.
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Post by wingfeather on Feb 18, 2024 18:19:24 GMT -8
The dragon eyed the fish hungrily then turned her gaze quickly back to the elf. This look was not lost to Elexian, he placed the fish just inside the cage and sat down, this time he would not leave until the dragon came up and ate the meat. She looked at him, suddenly she opened her mouth and let out a great blast of water that threw the elf a couple of feet back, then she lept forward and snapped up the fish, a satisfied dragony grin settling on her face. Elexian sat up sputtering water, at least its a start, he thought.
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Post by Abbster on Feb 18, 2024 18:23:03 GMT -8
Sarah grabbed the cloth she always used to brush Blizzard down after their ride. “I’m proud of you” Sarah said. “You did good.” She said. “Still need some work to do on those turns though sweet girl.” Sarah said. “But, we’ll get there.” She promised, brushing her down some more.
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Post by Chloriosus on Feb 18, 2024 18:27:22 GMT -8
Sorgen sheathed his dagger, and began on his way towards the dragon stables once again. As he walked up to Regen, she clean around her stall in excitement once again, and gave off a small shock. She was glad that Sorgen had decided to let her out again before noontime. Sorgen slowly unlocked her stall, but still held the door closed. “No elecocutions.”, he warned, placing his hand on her head warningly. “Unless you want to spend the rest of the day in here.” Regen disapproved of what Sorgen said completely, but she wanted to go out again, so she obligingly bowed her head slightly in submission, and stood still. As she was let out, she looked about to see if that dust crawling corckscrew headed shadow dweller again, but she wasn’t to be seen at the moment, and Sorgen led Regen out. “Ok, first thing we’re doing now is learning to nosedive with FORM, not for fun.” He climbed up onto Regens back, and gave her the signal to take off, which she did. She then rose high into the sky. Sorgen directed her sight to two trees who were standing next to each other and were particularly tall. “Nosedive close by them, then turn sideways and direct between the trees without jerking your tail.” Regen did as directed, but lost her focus while in between the trees, and narrowly avoided the ground, almost throwing Sorgen off. “I think we should try that again.”,he said shakenly. The second attempt didn’t go much better. The third one ended with Sorgens hair standing on end and shivering, but to both dragon and riders delight, the next few attempts were successful, with Regen getting the hand of focusing every time, and Sorgen getting more used to the art of becoming one with his dragon while in flight. Presently they landed, for Regen needed a drink.
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Post by tenebria on Feb 18, 2024 18:31:15 GMT -8
Alalëa noticed a familiar elf up ahead at one of the cages as she strode down the path, slight curiosity in her eyes as she remembered that his was one of the more recently rescued dragons, and one that seemed to intensely hate all humans, elves and dwarves. She slowed slightly watch with curiosity as he sat himself in front of the cage. Suddenly, without warning, when she was just a few yards from the elf, a huge spout of water blasted out of the cage, hitting him square on and bowling him over. Her eyes widened slightly, a tempting smile trying to surface on her lips, but she pushed it down. Although she had to say... he certainly seemed to be getting the brunt of the dragon behavior that day. She stopped as she reached him, looking down at him as she crossed her arms. "I see you've made progress" she said, managing to keep the rare amusement from her tone.
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Post by wingfeather on Feb 18, 2024 19:48:28 GMT -8
Elexian shook water from his dark hair and looked up to his surprise, to see the rider of the mischievous shadow dragon. He stood quickly, ''aye. It would appear so,'' he said raising his eyebrows, and spitting water from his mouth. The feathered dragon's fish long since devoured, as she sat up primly, a toothy smile across her muzzle.
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Post by tenebria on Feb 18, 2024 19:59:46 GMT -8
Alalëa once again smothered a smile, glancing at the self satisfied dragon. Her eyes widened slightly. She hadn't had much time to observe the dragon, but now that she did. "Well, she's a beauty!" she said sincerely. "And she seems to have quite the sense of humor" she added, noticing the look it was giving the elf.
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Post by Abbster on Feb 18, 2024 20:02:14 GMT -8
Sarah lead her dragon to her little stall area. She opened the door, and watched her walk in. “When we get some lunch, I’ll let you hunt,” Sarah said.
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Post by wingfeather on Feb 18, 2024 20:07:51 GMT -8
Elexian looked quickly at the elf beside his, wait she didn't just come to laugh? ''Yes, she is,'' he said appreciating the compliment. He smiled wryly, ''yep, knew that from the beginning.''
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Post by Chloriosus on Feb 18, 2024 20:10:59 GMT -8
Sorgen had done a few more rounds of nosedive training with Regen after giving her water, and was quite satisfied with her, giving her a well deserved scratch behind her ears, which made her tail start sparking slightly and her eyes to change into an ocean blue color. She was proud with herself too, for she had managed not to do a loop the loop with Sorgen on her. Sorgen was thinking of other things to train Regen in. One of the things she needed to learn most was to keep her focus, and not get distracted, which happened a lot when Sorgen practiced using his dagger in flight. She would have to get used to that, and Sorgen wasn’t sure on the best way to do that. He considered asking his father, but brushed that idea aside, as this would prove his fathers point that an electric storm dragon would be to much of a task for him to train. Lost in thought, Sorgen led Regen back to the dragon stables, stopping by his house to get her a chunk of meat as a reward, then, after giving her water again, he brought her back to her stall. As he entered the stables he noticed Alalëa and Elexian were also there, and there was a large amount of water running on the floor. “Whoa.”, he said as he let Regen into her stall and closed it. “What happened here?”
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Post by tenebria on Feb 18, 2024 20:18:38 GMT -8
Alalëa gave a short nod "Good luck with her, it'll be nice to see her in the air soon" she said abruptly, then turned to go... except the novice rider from earlier was stepping towards them. She sighed slightly to herself, although her expression did not change. Well it was a good thing he was at least doing lots of training... it was evident both he and his dragon were highly in need of it. She stayed silent, glancing to Elexion to answer, as it was his problem.
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Post by wingfeather on Feb 19, 2024 12:13:12 GMT -8
''I can't wait for the day myself,'' Elexian said quietly as if to himself. He looked back at the blue and black water dragon, she had laid down but was still very alert and was watching them keenly, Elexian chewed slightly on his lip lost in thought, until they were shattered by the young rider of the storm dragon who had shocked him earlier. To his hidden relief she was not with him. ''Dragon taming,'' Elexian answered simply, as if getting blasted by the water dragon was a normal daily occurrence, which would not be a lie.
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Post by Chloriosus on Feb 19, 2024 15:04:04 GMT -8
Sorgen nodded meekly, and then, after scratching Regen between her ears again, he walked back out of the dragon stables, practicing various dagger melee moves as he was going. On his way out, he nearly walked into Firasko, the elf with the black eyes. He nodded at her in greeting, then continued his way back towards where he lived. Firasko and Crimson had been out hunting since almost before the sun came up, and she as well as her dragon were tired, and hungry. Well, at least Firasko was hungry, for Crimson had managed to make a catch, and wasted no time in eating it. His sides were still glistening with sweat from the long flight and vigorous exercise, for Firasko trained hard, and didn't do things halfway. She walked him to his stall, avoiding eye contact with the others present, and whistled her promise that she would be back later to Crimson. After her accident, she and Crimson still were able to communicate by different whistle patterns, each of them having their own meaning.
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