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Date Posted: 18:15:57 02/06/02 Wed
Author: Samma and Wrath
Subject: ::'::
In reply to: N'tek and Paulth 's message, "*After watching most of the weyrligns complete the first step.... they continue*" on 17:48:16 01/26/02 Sat

"Alright Wrath, you heard the man," Samma mutters, swinging up as though she'd mounted a dragon for years, and strapping herself in. Hang on. "Believe me, I'm hanging." Warning given, the sturdy blue jerks from left to right, nearly slinging his rider out of her seat - it's only by a good grip on the dragon's neck ridges does Samma not fly to the ground. You're supposed to stay in. "Figured that," the girl retorts, almost laughing, before fixing the riding straps. "Try again, eh?" Wrath jerks back and forth, this time his rider staying secure. There. "C'mon, time to float." The ex-Harper's tone holds scorn for the maximum altitude of ten sharding feet, and it's all she can do not to scowl at the WeyrlingMaster. "See the red?" Of course. My eyes are better than yours. "I knew that." Wrath, moving with the suddenness of a racing runner, gallops forward, wings snapping out with an audible sound. Samma leans low, gripping her straps, dark eyes wide. Then, a powerful downstroke of the blue's navy wings sends them aloft, and the continuing flaps are enough to jar the rider before she settles into the rhythm. "The red!" she yelps suddenly, as she realizes they're probably 25 feet high. Oops. Veering swiftly, Wrath makes a swift and rather steep descent, pulling up at the last moment to land a heavy, but good, landing. His rider, jaw clenched, slowly relaxes, before grinning broadly, teeth white in a dark face. "That was awesome." Yes! I want to try again! "Well we can't, not yet." Face almost immediately settling into an impassive look, Samma rests her gaze on N'tek, waiting for further instruction.

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::':: -- Samma, Wrath, Ameroni, 20:36:12 02/08/02 Fri