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Date Posted: 21:31:18 01/31/04 Sat
Author: [Tr'ln]{Latroth}[Tsuga]{Alestiath}
Subject: -Anticipation-=Terror=
In reply to: D'tir and Kuvoth 's message, "Posting this here for now to save it.. it won't let me post at the Perches for some dyoned reason..." on 17:09:52 01/29/04 Thu

Tsuga, quite glad that they would not be reviewing what everyone already knew, gladly took up a set of leathers and hauled the contraption back to her dragon, following the young gold's directions to untangle it.

{Loop that through this way. And that strap goes over there. No, not THERE! Pull that through the ring to get it untwisted.}

Finally, they all layed straight, and Tsuga checked to make sure that there was nothing faulty. She was used to riding herdbeasts, and figured that the rules that applied for their gear applied tenfold to that of the dragons. So, satsified, she did as the Weyrlingmaster said, climbing atop her dragon and wrapping her legs about the gold's neck as she hauled up the saddle. That done, she moved to her hands and knees and began buckling everything in place.

[Skin?]

{Good.}

[Tell me if it's too tight.]

{Fine...Fine...Fine...Too tight. Go down a notch. There. Everything fits, and I don't think it'll slide.}

Not taking her dragon's name for it, Tsuga checked the gear again, and finally settled herself in the straps, cinching herself in snugly until she was satisfied that she wouldn't slip, either. This done, Tia began to plod around the area, Tsuga feeling unbalanced only for a short time as she accustomed herself to the gold's meandering pace.

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((fyi i had like a 1000+ word post done 4 when tr'ln learned how 2 fly, and i lost it. dang. so this'll b relataively short...as always.))

"F-f-f-fly?"

Tr'ln had suddenly turned three shades paler, and his hands had begun to shake uncontrolably, causing the half-untangled harness he'd been working on to drop from his loosened grip. Swallowing loudly, he barely registered the bemused words of his brown.

{Yes, FLY. How did you think we were going to fight Thread; by swimming at it?}

"Well, no, but-"

{Something wrong, Tr'ln?}

"I can't do this. I won't. I can't fly."

{Well of course you can't. That's what you have me for. Oh. You mean you don't think it's safe, or something?}

"I'm scared, Latroth."

{In other words, you don't trust me.}

"I didn't say that!"

{But that's what it translates to. You don't trust that I'll keep you perfectly safe. You're my LIFEMATE, Tr'ln. I'd never let anything happen to you. You know that! But, if you don't trust me...}

"I trust you!"

That said, and choking down his terror, Tr'ln quickly finished untangling the harness and strapped it on, doing as the Weyrlingmaster had instructed. Shortly, it was done, and he was strapped onto the back of his brown. And he looked down.

The next thing Tr'ln remembered, he was opening his eyes to brown. Groaning, he shoved himself away from his dragon's neck, and was immediately bombarded with concerned inquiries.

{Tr'ln! Are you okay? What happened?!}

The man swallowed auduibly, his voice shaky as he answered.

"I don't like heights. Just...just start, Latroth. I'll be okay...I think."

Still shaking, and so pale that his tan made his skin look an unhealthy purplish, he gripped the riding straps with white knuckles as his dragon began walking about slowly. Tr'ln stubbornly looked straight ahead, never taking his eyes off a far-distant tree. Lathroth's concern continued to echo to him along their bond, but he tried his best to ignore it and just endure this stage of training.

((ok, 2 sum that up...tr'ln's afraid of heights. so much so that just getting atop his draggie made him faint. and...yeah. the rest u can c for yerself.))

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