Finn
"Do you think the Dragoons will ever have to fight again?" she mused. The sun was warm on her face. Having taken off her goggles and mask she laid on the saddle as Vaxor glided high in the sky. She was one slip from a plummet, but this was the life they lived. Few sky elves lived beyond five hundred.
Vaxor chattered back at her. She didn't understand their language in detail, none of her people did. The rohk understood them and in turn Fynaurie could usually get the gist of what Vaxor was thinking between his demeanour and the kind of noises he made. If not he usually prodded to nipped her. That was why she wore thick leathers all the time. Her arms bore the scars of their training.
"Well I know you'd have to do most of the fighting anyway. It isn't like they're letting me use an ether-glaive yet." It was a sore point for the young elf that they wouldn't trust her with the deadly weapon wielded by their fiercest warriors. What was a bow and regular spear to the strength of Vaxor's talons.
He let our a shrill cry and Fynaurie rolled onto her belly. It wasn't a warning of danger. Not much could threaten a rohk and she had know heard first hand their warning cry on sighting a dragon.
"What's that?" She asked. She slipped on her goggles. They were made of smooth bone, with a translucent silk pulled over the slits.
They didn't help. It looked like a...ball. A ball in the sky.
"Let's have a look!" she called out, strapping herself in for a dive.
"Do you think the Dragoons will ever have to fight again?" she mused. The sun was warm on her face. Having taken off her goggles and mask she laid on the saddle as Vaxor glided high in the sky. She was one slip from a plummet, but this was the life they lived. Few sky elves lived beyond five hundred.
Vaxor chattered back at her. She didn't understand their language in detail, none of her people did. The rohk understood them and in turn Fynaurie could usually get the gist of what Vaxor was thinking between his demeanour and the kind of noises he made. If not he usually prodded to nipped her. That was why she wore thick leathers all the time. Her arms bore the scars of their training.
"Well I know you'd have to do most of the fighting anyway. It isn't like they're letting me use an ether-glaive yet." It was a sore point for the young elf that they wouldn't trust her with the deadly weapon wielded by their fiercest warriors. What was a bow and regular spear to the strength of Vaxor's talons.
He let our a shrill cry and Fynaurie rolled onto her belly. It wasn't a warning of danger. Not much could threaten a rohk and she had know heard first hand their warning cry on sighting a dragon.
"What's that?" She asked. She slipped on her goggles. They were made of smooth bone, with a translucent silk pulled over the slits.
They didn't help. It looked like a...ball. A ball in the sky.
"Let's have a look!" she called out, strapping herself in for a dive.