Malakath - Near the City of Yurelia
Orissa
"Slow down!" Kaveh called through the din of the wind. His hand gently settling on Rayvath's massive neck as he sat cross-legged upon the length of her spine. The massive dragon being so large that his seat was more of a pavilion with straps than a proper saddle as it would have been with other Dragons. Something that still amused most other riders to no end, Kaveh often having heard snide remarks from some of the Ascendent about his ‘princely’ nature. Not that he'd ever really minded their barbs. It was hard to feel insulted when his bondmate was alive enough to eat most other dragons in a single bite.
Though once she had been a runt, Rayvaths wings now eclipsed the sun as she soared above the lands of Malakath. A single stroke of her wings sending gusts below and throwing her forward through the clouds.
"Pixaelys is a third your size!” The Prince hisses, thwacking the dragon in a gentle tap. Not even bringing up the others of the Gilded Wings. All of whom were likely struggling to keep up as the massive Red Dragon pushed herself through the sky. "Let them catch us.”
He reprimanded, a low thrumbling growling echoing through Rayvath’s chest. Her amused chuckle echoing even above the winds as her wings turned ever so slightly and she soared through the air. Descending and shifting as she pulled back, until eventually she dipped beneath the clouds and steadied herself just above Orissa and her Royal Guard. A few of the latter looking up as the sun was lost to their eyes.
"Sister!” Kaveh called as he stood from his saddle and walked to the side of Rayvath's bulky back. "Yurelia lies just over those mountains!”
Thanasis old ally had sent a missive some weeks ago. Not a cry for help or call upon their ancient treaty, but a simple invitation. It seemed that the Prince of Yurelia was to be married, and as one of the city's oldest allies the Thansian Royal family had been invited. Unfortunately, circumstances had prevented the King and Queen from attending, Nasri had declined, and Mehran had simply begged the whole thing off. In the end, diplomacy had fallen to Orissa, and it was by her word that Kaveh had come along.
His sister having practically browbeaten their father until he'd been allowed to attend. A meeting the Prince had heard about only later, suffering through the tale with no small amount of amusement. ”I think it might be best if you land first!”
He shouted through the winds, well aware that Rayvath's size could be off-putting to even friends.
Orissa
"Slow down!" Kaveh called through the din of the wind. His hand gently settling on Rayvath's massive neck as he sat cross-legged upon the length of her spine. The massive dragon being so large that his seat was more of a pavilion with straps than a proper saddle as it would have been with other Dragons. Something that still amused most other riders to no end, Kaveh often having heard snide remarks from some of the Ascendent about his ‘princely’ nature. Not that he'd ever really minded their barbs. It was hard to feel insulted when his bondmate was alive enough to eat most other dragons in a single bite.
Though once she had been a runt, Rayvaths wings now eclipsed the sun as she soared above the lands of Malakath. A single stroke of her wings sending gusts below and throwing her forward through the clouds.
"Pixaelys is a third your size!” The Prince hisses, thwacking the dragon in a gentle tap. Not even bringing up the others of the Gilded Wings. All of whom were likely struggling to keep up as the massive Red Dragon pushed herself through the sky. "Let them catch us.”
He reprimanded, a low thrumbling growling echoing through Rayvath’s chest. Her amused chuckle echoing even above the winds as her wings turned ever so slightly and she soared through the air. Descending and shifting as she pulled back, until eventually she dipped beneath the clouds and steadied herself just above Orissa and her Royal Guard. A few of the latter looking up as the sun was lost to their eyes.
"Sister!” Kaveh called as he stood from his saddle and walked to the side of Rayvath's bulky back. "Yurelia lies just over those mountains!”
Thanasis old ally had sent a missive some weeks ago. Not a cry for help or call upon their ancient treaty, but a simple invitation. It seemed that the Prince of Yurelia was to be married, and as one of the city's oldest allies the Thansian Royal family had been invited. Unfortunately, circumstances had prevented the King and Queen from attending, Nasri had declined, and Mehran had simply begged the whole thing off. In the end, diplomacy had fallen to Orissa, and it was by her word that Kaveh had come along.
His sister having practically browbeaten their father until he'd been allowed to attend. A meeting the Prince had heard about only later, suffering through the tale with no small amount of amusement. ”I think it might be best if you land first!”
He shouted through the winds, well aware that Rayvath's size could be off-putting to even friends.