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Fish and the Devil Float; Lambent members
Topic Started: Aug 10 2010, 09:09 AM (508 Views)
Seiss
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OOC [Asara & Dhruva]

Four glass floats of varying sizes, measured with specific dragons in mind were still strapped to Dhruva's leather carrier, but it was off his back now, settled on the grass by the river bank, accompanied by spears and woven baskets wrapped in canvas. The flaxen Fire lay relaxed in the clearing, pale wings splayed on the ground to catch the sun. Asara was was without her dress today, clothed instead in black, fitting breeches, boots, plain tunic with a leather vest that moulded to her form. Her hair was tied in a low tail at the nape of her neck as well, trademark pin missing. Without the concealment of long skirts, she was startlingly tall, lithe and could easily challenge a man's masculinity through height alone.

She was busy nailing thick metallic pegs into the earth on which the glass floats would be leashed to prevent the water currents from sweeping them away. Dhruva watched her patiently, waiting. Once she had fixed the pegs along the bank, with enough comfortable distance, she spun around and cheerfully beseeched her dragon to roll the floats into the water. The Fire obliged with an amused snort. His little Asara had more verve than a black bird. The instant he nosed the one floats, she was used his shoulder to leap atop of the eight foot glass orb, landing like a sure feline without so much as a noise of impact on the polished surface. There was a hook where she deftly wound and knotted a thick rope through. Then without some sense of safety precautions, Asara leapt off the bobbing float to land on the grassy bank. The same was done to the rest of the glass floats and soon, three were ready, floating serenely on the river.

Shining under the morning sun, the floats sparkled like giant bubbles. The Glass pair they had visited to get these floats done were excellent with their workmanship. Different from the past Glass, but of matching quality. Glinting wickedly just above the water, on each float, were a pair of holes distanced perfectly to match. Any more additional weight would send water gushing in and eventually sinking them.

Dhruva could only shake his head wryly at the strangest ideas his rider came up with whenever it comes to conditioning the younger members of their Wing. Underneath all this eccentricity (and silliness) however, there was true, effective purpose. He had been subjected to this... torture of an exercise often enough himself to know. While it may have been very much like a Taint shoved up his butt, he had to admit- with his chosen, it was... entertaining.

She was onto the last float now. When she was done with it, she straightened and dusted her hands, casting Dhruva a smile before striding towards him. “You are going to enjoy this, aren't you?” he rumbled accusingly, though amusement was clear in his tone.

Her smile deepened to one with an edge. She sat on her dragon's wrist and looked up with a teasing glint in her eyes. There was just something about them that reminded him of feline mischief. “And wouldn't you be, as well?” she asked innocently.

He chuckled. “Thirty,” he said.

“Twenty five.” Asara grinned.
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Set astride his little forest, Miel was whisked through the air while Vaezin's wings stirred up currents and clouds behind. The rider crouched in a custom, minimalist saddle, held onto both the leather and the mane of his friend, leaning into the wind for more aerodynamics as the land rushed by. Thin wings hummed at his sides, working the air with a trio of thin, fast beating gloss wings. The beedragon, hungry for something to do, was more than eager to try for whatever they were doing today. No deliveries had been called and he was far too disinterested in regular training to follow his rider to the fields to spar. The tree outside his window spoke of a warm day today, and, just as it had said, there was nary a cloud in sight. A perfect day for some fun. However, while the dragon pursued thoughts of happy possibilities, his rider, while also hopeful, had a baleful dread in the back of his head. The talon pair were plotting something, probubly something, while useful later, wouldn't be quite as lovely now. He didn't hazard a guess as to what it was, but knew they were a crafty pair. They'd be creative.

Setting down with a series of forwarding thumps, the human and his partner landed as they had been instructed previously. The river rolled next to them as they followed it's length upward, spotting their leaders. It became very apparent, very quickly that Miel had been right... they had plotted something creative. Perhaps too creative. The man took a breath and kicked into gear. He needed to get back into the swing of things. There was an endless need to train and stay fit, so, hopefully this could only help. He did trust his talons fully. Especially trusting them to make life interesting.

Coming closer, Vaezin Buzzed a light greetings, raising his thick maned head to investigate the new sight. His wings tucked over one another as his rider waved a following respectful hello. Miel had a feeling that, were his brothers and sisters here, this was the kind of thing they'd want to watch. He figured anything that involved a contraption such as this would mean they'd end up howling in laughter at his attempts to master it.

"Good Morning, Talons." His voice was surprisingly bright. "An interesting gauntlet we're running today." His pastel eyes met them before moving again to the glass spheres while a sheepish smile tugged at his mouth.
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Denik and Hephaestas' approach was heralded long before the low-flying pair became clearly visible. Their arrival was indicated by the massively heavy wingbeats, thudding in the air with waves of pressure that might ache in the eardrums of those unused to the throbbing changes. The rhythmic sky-thrashing only grew more unbearably intense as the Horns circled overhead, spiraling downwards ploddingly. The large Steel dragon's body seemed more chiseled than it had at their first report, from what little of his hide was visible through the weight-suit that encased the dragon in a limpid, hanging mass that effectively doubled the weight of his body. As he backwinged cautiously, flapping harshly to keep himself from losing control of the weight, he let out a greeting bellow before slamming to a touchdown.

With a loud gust of air, the heaving dragon stretched his aching wings and shook his body of the stiffness. "Reporting for training, Talon." He panted, his breath beginning to calm as he turned to face Dhruva. Perched between his dragon's horns in a strangle sort of saddle, Denik was standing in the 'stirrups' with his ankles and forearms incased in white canvas bandages. It seemed that the dragon was not the only one to be subject to their harsh fitness regime. With a quiet, distracted nod to his superiors, Denik slipped out of the harness and shimmied down Hephaestas' neck, fiddling with the buckles and straps along his partner's long body.

The suit sagged, and he quickly scrambled off the dragon via his tail. Hephaestas finished the ritual with by shaking off the weights and sighing blissfully as they collapsed to the ground. Denik was already fooling with his dragon's leg-weights as the Steel turned his head to rumble a warm greeting to Miel and Vaezin. Scuttling out of the way as the last of the weights fell, Denik hopped on top of it and leaned against his dragon's forearm, running his hand down the scales to pick out a torn piece of burlap wedged between two silver plates. Hephaestas eyed the water apprehensively, rumbling, but held his tongue. His rider was not so tactful. Eyes bulging is disbelief at the bizarre contraptions winking in the sunlight, he tilted his head with eyes wide open and eyebrows scrunched in disdain.

"...You know this great bauble-head can't swim, right?"

Hephaestas groaned and pinned Denik, wriggling and attempting to let out muffled protest, beneath his paw. What a way to start the session.
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Dhruva inclined his head to return the greetings of the arrivals, satisfied that they had arrived on time. Hephaestas and Denik were making an effort to get back into shape as well- the Fire certainly appoves. He could hear the power in the Steel's wing beats, invigorating sounds to his ears. It filled his relaxed muscles with wound power, ready to be sprung into action. They must have missed Asara, despite how tall she was, seated on his paw for they all assumed it was their Talon.

Hopping to her feet, and stepping into view, Asara offered the pair a cheerful greeting, "Morning, gentlemen. I'll be joining you for training today. My brother has other matters to attend to."

"...You know this great bauble-head can't swim, right?"

Her smile never faltered and widened to an amused grin instead when Hephaestas restrained his rider under a paw. Oh she remembered- remembered and knew the personalities of each and every one of the Wing's members. She knew their tempers, their preferences, tendencies- near everything. The collection of their profiles in her mind were extremely important to the Wing's structure. One wrong judgement might leave a vulnerable hole in Lambent. Not to say she has no alternatives to quickly erase weaknesses. These were new additions to the Wing, however, she still had much to learn.

Striding smoothly to the glimmering Steel, Asara patted Hephaestas's arm and offered him a... partly assuring smile. The edge beneath her expression was still ever present. "Let poor Denik up, Hephaestas. There won't be any swimming for you today." Then the cheer in her voice suddenly vanished, replaced by a subtly firm tone, "You might not be able to swim, but there are ways. I am sure you know a few. If not, we'll give you some ideas, yes?" Then she was off, returning to Dhruva's side. She motioned to the woven baskets and canvas of spears on the ground to the pairs. "Take one of each. I will show you how."

Asara strapped the basket to Dhruva's saddle between his shoulders. Spear in hand, she wound the rope attached to it to across her shoulder and climbed nimbly up his wing, onto his spine, towards the end of his tail. She sat with legs on either side, just before his spine, facing away from him. Once Asara was settled, Dhruva lumbered onto his feet and with a powerful, vertical jump, launched himself into the air. The single bat of his wings sent a sudden downward pressure, beating the air with a resounding dull howl. He swung sharply towards the glass floats, not at all worried that his harsh movements would dislodge his rider. Choosing a float that was a sixth his size, he hovered above with swift, caressing wingbeats before lowering himself gently to land on the delicate, sloping surface.

So close to the surface of the water, there was just enough altitude to sustain shallow strokes from his wings. The float beneath him wobbled a few times but settled serenely soon after. Each float designed for specific breeds, were only able to support a sixteenth of a dragon's weight. Anymore would send water rushing into the holes and sinking the entire float. With four feet planted firmly on the glass globe, Dhruva's wings continued their hurried rythmn. The strokes of his wings were not rough or hasty. Every brush and pull appeared almost gentle despite the obvious power reflected in the rippling water. It was far, far from easy.

His tail was suspended horizontally, extremely still above water. Asara sat poised with a carefully aimed spear. Her eyes were fixed to the water, but not quite locking on any target in sight. "The current of the river flows down- eastward here. You are not to sink the floats. As riders you must catch fishes with only the aid of a spear and you will deposit each and every one you catch into the basket," she told them. "If you do sink them, however, you have to land, pull the floats out and restart." She launched the first shot into the water. But Asara quickly pulled it up to throw it a second time. One fish in two tries. Proof to how difficult it would be, much more so with inexperienced dragons. She climbed onto her feet and balanced her way to Dhruva's shoulders to deposit the fish. "So! Come join me."

With every fish added to the basket, the dragons would have to work harder to keep themselves afloat. The balance is extremely delicate. For every fish, frequency of wingbeats has to be altered a miniscule fraction to compensate for additional weight. If they could catch 10 fishes, it'd be an accomplishment.
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Advanced by the sound of their movements, the steel pair took in deep, hearty wingbeats toward them and landed with some effort before the weights were removed from the tired, but stronger looking dragon. Vaezin lolled his head to the side, very confused as to what exactly the suit was for. Miel, however, was better informed. Such a method was said to work well in strength training, but it was about the least comfortable, most tiring way to move about. The forest pair greeted them back with a bobbing nod from one and a wave from the other.

Expecting their talon to arise with a more serious air, Miel was a little surprised that it was his sister and not the man himself to greet them. He was embarrassed for the mistake, but they did seem to be very twinlike in looks. Her happy demeanor, however, was quite a change from Basara. The forest didn't seem to regard the difference in trainers with anything other than fluffed ponderment. They were both good people. He liked them both, the dragon decided.

However, just like her brother, she got straight to the business at hand. Motioning to the items, she set the stage by example. Once astride the fire, she set herself right and the dragon alighted carefully on the orb. Miel had the distinct feeling he had done this before, but, even with experience, it took great skill from both rider and dragon. Watching, he immedeately began thinking of how Vaezin would work at this, evaluating his partner's strengths and weaknesses aswell as his own. The forest rider had never been very good at spears. His sisters had always teased him about 'throwing like a girl.' This was something both he and Vaezin would have to be careful and patient with.

As they finished the demonstration, Miel looked to Vaezin, who had been watching with an interested intensity. It was best to keep this as a sort of game to him, as that would hold more of his thoughts better. He'd be more curious if he thought it could be fun.

"So! Come join me." Asara said, perhaps eager to see how the spoiled lambent members did with the test. Bringing himself up to the challenge, Miel padded to the items and took them, not bothering to pick specifically from the lot. He felt the weight of the weapon in his hand and gently tossed the shaft vertically a few times, getting a feel for it before setting himself astride the small forest. Vaezin backed up a little on the ground before giving a ginger jump and using his trippled wings to take off from where he stood. Trying to imitative the way Arara delt with the spear, he reviewed her form from the air and directed the maned creature to the smallest of the glass bobbs, assuming it was for his small friend. There were few dragons as small as he was aside from rosemaries.

Beedragon, wings in a flurry of movement, set each of claws upon the floating balls in turn, but his armored toes made it difficult to get a good grip, especially on his back feet. Miel supported him, but was unable to give much in the way of help, save for trying to keep himself and the items steady. Letting his wings slow, the float began to take on water. Vaezin corrected himself quickly before it sank. His dragon partner was no stranger to hovering in place, but it tired him easily. On a positive thought, it would certainly give him better balance after a few trials, but, it took him quite a while to get his positioning just right.

Making sure his partner was ready, Miel looked to Asara and Dhruva once before taking the spear into a better position for fishing. While his partner balanced, trying not to stir up the water and scare the prey, the man let fly the pointed stick.

Nothing.

Beedragon repositioned a little, trying to prepare for the spear throws. The forest rider recalled it and, trying a better timing, threw again as another fish swam along.

Still nothing.

It took him a good 8 tries before he even snagged a lazy one and the extra weight almost made the fragile float take on more water. This was going to be an interesting day.
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