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Date Posted: 04:37:07 03/13/05 Sun
Author: W'ntyr and Garneth
Subject: *Hums the song*
In reply to: Chuth & T'gan 's message, ">~<" on 01:00:48 03/06/05 Sun

Watching Shrineth with an air of total pride and admiration, Garneth followed her down without a jot of hesitation. If she could do it, so could he! He was worth this…he could meet the challenge. And Shrineth was so beautiful – so sure, and in control – that he didn’t doubt her for a moment. It may have looked like she was going to hit the water, but he had faith in her! She was the best flier in the Weyr. She could do anything, and he would follow her! True, it was the time-honoured promise of the bronze dragon to the queen. True, every gold must have heard it at some point. But Garneth – just as every bronze did – meant it. And he would do whatever he could to prove it to her.

So, swooping downwards, Garneth spread his wings wide as he reached the dimpled surface of the sea below. No rolls for him – he wasn’t that good at them, after all, so he didn’t want to make a fool of himself – even though he knew it would earn him no bonus points with Shrineth. Instead he tried to compensate by matching her pace exactly, trying to show off his skill and prowess to the queen.

His eyes filled with the rather glazed look of dragonlust, W’ntyr remained where he was on the ground, not moving at all – if he moved, he knew he would topple over in an instant. He had never really been one for walking about during a flight. Wessae/Shrineth’s taunting snarl made his gaze more intently fixed upon her, and he waited…

((Yeah, I know it sucks. But I hate flight posts…I’m really bad at them. And since W’ntyr really doesn’t want to win, his heart isn’t in it…))

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