Post by PhazonDragon on Aug 13, 2012 1:19:38 GMT -5
One winter afternoon, the sky is filtering down a soft blanket of snow, one that Zimanrath finds to be almost detestable. That is, until I'nao mentioned that the snow reflected the sunlight in such a way that made the blue dragon's hide nearly shine with radiance.
Zi bolted at that, his wings spreading, and he trotted across the weyr bowl, strutting through the foot of snow like it was nothing. The snow wouldn't last, but it was a nice change for the time being. The blue was enjoying it, anyway.
How do I look, I'nao? Zimanrath asked as he arched his neck, turning almost like a model, to face his rider, and lifted his wings further. Snowflakes landed on his hide, making him sparkle as they instantly melted on contact with his heat.
Leaning back, and lifting a pair of sunglasses off of his eyes, I'nao beamed. "Like a royal prince from the storybooks," he commented, sitting up in the lawn chair that he brought out. "I told you you would like the snow, I always tell you that, and what do you do? You don't believe me." The rider chuckled, even as Zimanrath let out a small huff.
Lifting his lips in a light growl, the blue let out a roar as he continued to prance in a circle around the weyr bowl, then finally leapt into the air, beat his wings twice, and was airborne.
"Don't catch a cold!" I'nao called to his dragon, though he was the one nearly napping in a lawn chair with nothing but pants on.
Zi bolted at that, his wings spreading, and he trotted across the weyr bowl, strutting through the foot of snow like it was nothing. The snow wouldn't last, but it was a nice change for the time being. The blue was enjoying it, anyway.
How do I look, I'nao? Zimanrath asked as he arched his neck, turning almost like a model, to face his rider, and lifted his wings further. Snowflakes landed on his hide, making him sparkle as they instantly melted on contact with his heat.
Leaning back, and lifting a pair of sunglasses off of his eyes, I'nao beamed. "Like a royal prince from the storybooks," he commented, sitting up in the lawn chair that he brought out. "I told you you would like the snow, I always tell you that, and what do you do? You don't believe me." The rider chuckled, even as Zimanrath let out a small huff.
Lifting his lips in a light growl, the blue let out a roar as he continued to prance in a circle around the weyr bowl, then finally leapt into the air, beat his wings twice, and was airborne.
"Don't catch a cold!" I'nao called to his dragon, though he was the one nearly napping in a lawn chair with nothing but pants on.
