Recent content by Raimond Thesius

Raimond ceased his joking around, at least long enough to carefully observe Polina's mount and observe her riding posture. Not bad, honestly. It was obvious she was a novice, but she wasn't the bumbling idiot she seemed to have convinced herself she was. The chamber was wide, and fairly open...

It was hard not to snort at how proper she was, in such stark contrast to the childish tantrum she was throwing. If he wasn't supposed to be showing her the ropes, he'd probably be a bit more open about how cute he found the whole thing. As she stumbled over her words, Rai could only grin with...

A lord? That was a new one. As far as Rai was concerned, he wasn't any different than Polina. Just because his family was rich, and his brother was a bigshot in the Palace district, that didn't define him in the slightest. Still, what she considered an outburst wasn't anything so serious in his...

Rai steadied Ha'Than's with Po still clinging to him like a koala bear, making sure her head was pointed outward, in case she'd gotten a nasty case of motion sickness. Thankfully, she was fine, showing off of him and rightfully snapping at him for his words, so briefly breaking that meek shell...

The impact hurt a lot more than he expected it to, given how tiny Polina was. It was enough to knock the wind out of him, at least, her weight against his chest slamming him back against Ha'Than, thankfully not impaling him on the jagged spines he sported further down his back. Small favors...

Well, Raimond never claimed to be Malakath's greatest tutor, did he? Anluan did try to save Polina, realizing at the last moment that his acrobatics had endangered her. Even in the dim light of the jagged tunnels, however, it was obvious that it was far too late. The scene looked like something...

He'd seen some questionable mounting methods from these newbies in the short time he'd been helping Virdan and the old man, but Raimond couldn't help wincing as Anluan brazenly scooped Polina into his mouth, nearly gobbling her whole as he tossed the poor girl up and onto his back in one fluid...

At her question, Raimond turned to look up at the proud beast who'd bonded with Polina. A beauty, she was; Not nearly a small-fry like some considered his Ha'Than to be, but also not so large and unwieldy that it would be too difficult for Polina to learn the basics of flight. "With you? No...

Raimond would have been angry at the boy's audacity, would have chastised him even further as he took another verbal shot at Polina before finally backing off, but at that point, the young man's behavior bordered on comical. Who in Malakath had raised a child to act so pigheaded he may as well...

"Polina." Raimond smiled. That's right, he had seen her take part in The Rising not too long ago. She'd done quite well, despite her physical frailty and meek demeanor. Malakath's sake, the poor girl looked like she was going to faint just being spoken to; It almost made him feel like his older...

"That's enough!" A man's voice barked out at the red-headed aggressor from the other side of the cavern, where Vhagor and the woman had been observing quietly. A third person, noticeably younger than the other two, stepped out from behind the elder instructor and quickly made his way over to...

Raimond could no longer afford to worry about the others, or even pay them a passing glance; Now that Eira's dragon had thankfully come to her senses and heeded her bondmate's call, the final wyvern of the pack was entirely Thesius' problem, and any distraction from that problem would lead to a...

Whether it was intentional or not, Melisandre's pain was shared with him. Even in her denial, the hurt she felt soaked every word she spat at him. It made Raimond wince made him feel just as helpless as she, the fact that somebody he cared for so vehemently was adrift amidst a sea of her own...

If Raimond hadn't been so busy stewing over the absolute ridiculousness of the day so far, maybe he'd have noticed perhaps the biggest obstacle yet soaring overhead. Worse, these obstacles had claws, teeth and wings. Wyverns, and to a hungry Wyvern, an inexperienced dragon rider may as well have...

If words could have killed, the jagged ice from Melisandre's lips would have ripped Raimond into shreds. He shirked away at her rage, pressing himself into the opposite side of the carriage and turning his head away to hide the wince of pain in his face. This isn't what he'd wanted, not for...