Rise of the Dragon Riders {CLOSED}

[tenebria]

Alalëa raised an eyebrow slightly at Elexion's matter of fact reply. Dragon taming? More like Dragon Amusing it looked like. She glanced over as the novice walked off, waiting a few moments to be sure she wouldn't end up having to speak with him before moving off as well with an abrupt nod to the dark haired elf, who looked as though he were in deep thought once again anyway. Skirting the edge of the dragon stables, once again to avoid her own dragon, she heard a sharp whistle echo over the stables, and a slight spark of curiosity lingered in her eye. Ah, so Firasko had returned. The dark eyed elf was one of the rare beings in the Nest that Alalëa actually respected, and even slightly admired. Her fighting skills were no joke, and her lack of speech seemed to terrify most that bumped into her, although Alalëa herself appreciated the silence, as well as the seriousness and hardcore strength the other elf showed. Shaking herself out of her ruminatings, Alalëa strode onto the path, moving forward swiftly, heading for the mess hall, having had only a meager breaking of fast that morning, wanting to get an early start on the day, although that had mildly backfired with Visilva's time wasting behavior.

[Abbster]

When Sarah finished brushing Blizzard down, she went to find the other riders. When she found them, she smiled. "hey" she said. "you guys ready for some lunch?" she asked

[wingfeather]

Elexian walked back toward the caged dragon again, water was already dribbling from her snout and running down her neck, ''if you think a little water is going to make me stop seeing you then you should think again,'' Elexian said looking at her, ''I know you hate it in here and, as Alalëa said, I too cannot wait to see you in the sky.'' The dragon stopped spitting water and lowered her head, a sad expression entering her bright blue eyes, then quick as light, it was gone, masked by anger. The dragon whipped her tail around and rattled the cage snarling and snapping her teeth. Elexian did not move, eventually her rantings ceased and she laid down at the very back of the cage, completely ignoring the elf still standing outside her prison. He sighed and turned, ''I will come back in a little while,'' he said over his shoulder, then continued toward the mess hall.

[Chloriosus]

Firasko finished closing and locking Crimson's stall door when she noticed Alalea, the fierce yet calm purple eyed elf passing her. Firasko had never had much contact with her (or with anybody, for that matter), but she knew her as a hard training, steady minded warrior, qualities she herself respected and strived for. She nodded at her slightly, then, attention caught at Sarah's statement, she firmly set her course towards the mess hall.

[tenebria]

Alalëa nodded in acknowledgement to the elf, noticing that their paths seemed to converge in a certain direction. Suddenly the novice girl from earlier popped up, cheerful as always. She gave her a slight nod of her head as well, then decided that perhaps a response could be made "We are" she said shortly, speeding up her pace slightly as the large low building came into sight.

[wingfeather]

Elexian grabbed a cloth and dried himself off as best he could before entering the hall and seating himself at an empty table in a shadowy corner. Resting his head on his fist, deep in thought about a certain dragon he did not even notice when a steaming bowl of beef stew, served by one of the kitchen maids, was set before him.

[Chloriosus]

When Sorgen had reached the mess hall, he hungrily sheathed his dagger and walked inside the somewhat crowded area. “I hope we don’t have beef stew today.”,he said to himself. A maid came and gave him a bowl. Sorgen took it from her hands, burning himself in the process. “Ouch!”, he hissed between his teeth, dropping the bowl, and spilling half its contents. “Oh great, it’s beef stew.”, he said in a quiet voice. The kitchen maid looked at him sharply. “My favorite!”, he finished hurriedly, giving her an awkward I’m totally lying smile, and began eating half heartedly.

Firasko also entered the mess hall, and seated herself on the very end of the table, where she would come in contact with the fewest possible amount of people. She received her food, nodded in thanks, and began eating.

[Abbster]

Sarah got in line for the food, and smiled at the kitchen maid, taking her lunch and then going to sit down at a table. Of course sense she was a newer rider...right now, Sarah always sat alone. She began eating her food with a sigh

[tenebria]

Alalëa strode into the hall, ignoring the line the uncertain novices straggled into, and heading without hesitation for the table at which Firasko was seated. Hopefully no novices would sit nearby, and she could have a mildly quieter meal than usual. Stepping over the bench she sat down, shifting her sword as she did so and giving another nod to the elf before glancing around, catching a maid's gaze and giving her a nod of thanks as she accepted the bowl, placing it on the table and waiting for it to cool, absently stirring it slowly, her mind shifting to her dragon as she wondered how long was too long to leave her.

[wingfeather]

Elexian was shook from his reverie by the sound of a bowl clattering quite loudly not very far away, noticing his stew he began eating hungrily, ignoring the fact that it was only lukewarm. It was not long before he finished and left the hall, but this time, instead of heading in the direction of the stables, he turned toward the archery field. Time for some enjoyment, he thought slapping on his bracers.

[Chloriosus]

AT the sound of a dish clattering Firasko's attention was quickly directed at the source of the noise. Realizing it was only one of the novices, she rolled her eyes, then looked back into her bowl as she noticed Alalea sitting down beside her. She returned the nod, then began staring at her stew, her thoughts wandering to her hunt today. Crimson had hunted well, but she wanted him to work on his agility some more, probably more towards the afternoon when he had rested a little, for she had worked him hard that day. She herself would probably do some more training after lunch herself, to improve her combat skills. With that thought in mind, she subtly let her eyes wander the room, taking in everything they possible could, catching that one novice boy scraping the food he had spilled back into his plate. She shook her head slightly, before hurrying up with her stew, and bringing the empty bowl into the large kitchen.

Sorgen quickly looked for some sort of rag or towel to wipe p his mess, but finding none, he looked around to make sure no one was watching him. When he was sure he was unobserved, he held his bowl under the edge of the table, and used his spoon to try and put the spilled stuff back into his bowl. In his flustered hurry, he spilled a great deal of it onto himself. "Oh great!", he had the urge to facepalm himself. "My mom is going to kill me for this!" He looked down his somewhat soiled pants, and hoped the stains would be less visible within a few minutes.

[tenebria]

Alalëa followed the elf's gaze for a moment, glaring at the rider who was fumbling with his meal. Really, if he couldn't handle hot stew, how had he ever decided he could handle a dragon? She snorted, then turned back to her stew which had cooled sufficiently, swiftly beginning to down it. A few moments later she finished, the warm meal bringing her a surge of energy. Pushing herself back from the table, she left her bowl on the table, knowing the maids would end up coming by to take them anyway, and heading outside. Visilva was probably just going to get more grumpy the longer she left her in the stable, as she really wasn't the type to be penitent for her actions.

[wingfeather]

Elexian quickly glanced around the field, picking his out a few practice targets as he deftly strung his bow. Smoothly removing an arrow from his quiver he nocked it and, without hardly even glancing at the target fifty feet distant, fired. Knowing the arrow found its mark, he did not even bother to look up again, quickly pivoting he nocked another and shot at the next target, about a hundred feet distant breathing out just as he released the tension on the string and hit the target, his elven ears catching the sound of the satisfying thunk. Enough of this, he thought, I need something a more difficult.

[Chloriosus]

If Sorgen had hoped his little slip up earlier at the mess hall had gone by unnoticed, he was gravely mistaken, for as he quietly exited it and walked past his own house on his way to the dragon stables, he felt a sharp tug on his collar as he was pulled inside the house. He quickly whirled and drew his dagger, then breathed out in slight consternation at the sight of his mother, who had her arms on her hips, and was looking at him sternly. "Sorgen Runesk!", she began at medium high volume. "Would you mind explaining to me just what you were thinking?" Sorgen slowly breathed out through his nose and then took a deep breath. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to do it, but it was so hot, I couldn't help it!" His mother looked at him as if he had just said,"My dragon is fully behaved now, and din't cause any trouble today. "What do you mean,'Didn't mean to do it?' My son, that is our big problem here. You are fifteen years old already, yet you STILL don't make your bed. Even your sister, who happens to be five years younger, can remeber, why can't you?" At that point Sorgen realized that his mother was not talking about his pants or stew at all, but about the fact that he hadn't made his bed. "I'm sorry, I was in a rush this morning. It won't happen again.", he promised, and started for the door. His mother drew him back. "Now, young man, I'll let the bed slip this one time, but what in the world was that at the mess hall?!?" Sorgen breathed out again and closed his eyes. This was going to take a while for him to explain.

Firasko

After returning her bowl to the kitchen, Firasko headed to the training grounds, hoping to get some good practice in without having run into anybody. She began with doing some stretches, for her extraordinary flexibility was a freakish art that she hoped to keep up, and often incorporated into her fighting tactics. She started with going into a far backbend, her arms not touching the ground. Then, breathing out, she twisted her body all the way around until she had twisted it around once. She held that position for a few seconds, then went the other way around. Keeping her positions amidst very weird formations required a lot of core strength, and that took a while to attain, often ending in a sore body and sleepless night. After a short break, Firasko drew both her katanas and began fighting nonexistent beings, staying focused to make sure her form was good and clean, the momentum of her swings gliding through her. Her fighting style incorporated a lot of controlled motion, she flipped a lot, but making sure the movement stayed efficient was hard to master. She turned and flipped, her swords a mere blur, but she didn't quite stick her landing. If she would have been able to, her old self would have probably let out a string of angry words, but now, she rolled slightly to the side and sprang gracefully back onto her feet, attempting that trick again. She finally stuck it, managing to land properly, and immediately repeated her trick, training her muscle memory to get used to the motion. Finally, she paused, sheathing both of her swords and walking off the grounds to get a drink of water.

[Abbster]

Sarah finished eating her meal...fairly quickly. She stood up, and gave the bowl to the cleaning crew, before she walked back to her dragon's stall. She was out hunting at the moment, so Sarah took the opportunity to clean Blizzard's stall while she waited.