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They had spent days in the sky, flying from Malakath to Espressa. Melisandre Evreux was not used to this prolonged air travel, even with the assistance of magic to make the flight easier, her sinuses and her lower body were angry with her. She was angry with herself, knowing that this flight away from Thanasis was just her running from her problems. It was even worse when she put into perspective that the reason why she smelled worse than Eryx did was because of herself.
Even when the dragon and their rider had come to see land, they had instead decided to keep flying past the Iuk-‘U Delta and the island owned by naga. It took a two more days of straight flying to reach a lake that seemed secluded enough. They were both exhausted by the time Eryx had landed, breaking one too many cedar and pine trees that echoed in between the mountains.
Melisandre could only hope that the noise frightened the wildlife away instead of prompting for something to investigate. She began the excruciating process of extracting herself from the long-distance saddle used for Earendel dragons. Each one had to be custom made and fit on the neck where the golden spikes had been plucked when the dragons were young.
Eyrx put out her wing and the young woman stumbled over the prominent shoulder, nearly falling over and spearing herself on one of the many spikes along her dragon’s body. Eryx growled in annoyance and shook her large head. Melisandre tripped, falling the rest of the way down on her hands and knees.
“Yeah, well, I feel like a newborn fawn.” Melisandre sassed back, trying to ignore all the images of baby animals struggling to stand for the first time. She knew Eryx thought herself to be funny with the parallel but until Melisandre bathed, she had no room for jokes. Even if they were good jokes. Slowly she stood up. “Just wait here. A quick dip and I’ll be right as rain.” She lied. It was not going to be a quick dip and Eryx knew it. Still, the proud dragon was thankful to be back on land and so instead she laid down, resting her head on a few fallen cedar trees. Her throat rumbled once more.
“Yeah, and then we’ll figure out dinner.” Melisandre promised as Eryx sent her images of snapping bones and viscera. She wasn’t sure if she should be disgusted by the images presented to her or by the fact that her stomach growled after receiving them. “Just be patient for once. Maybe we’ll find you a bear or something.” Off Melisandre went to the lake, beginning to take off her leather gear and soon the cotton underneath. Eryx closed her eyes, snorting out a thick cloud of black smoke from her nostrils.
Malachi
Even when the dragon and their rider had come to see land, they had instead decided to keep flying past the Iuk-‘U Delta and the island owned by naga. It took a two more days of straight flying to reach a lake that seemed secluded enough. They were both exhausted by the time Eryx had landed, breaking one too many cedar and pine trees that echoed in between the mountains.
Melisandre could only hope that the noise frightened the wildlife away instead of prompting for something to investigate. She began the excruciating process of extracting herself from the long-distance saddle used for Earendel dragons. Each one had to be custom made and fit on the neck where the golden spikes had been plucked when the dragons were young.
Eyrx put out her wing and the young woman stumbled over the prominent shoulder, nearly falling over and spearing herself on one of the many spikes along her dragon’s body. Eryx growled in annoyance and shook her large head. Melisandre tripped, falling the rest of the way down on her hands and knees.
“Yeah, well, I feel like a newborn fawn.” Melisandre sassed back, trying to ignore all the images of baby animals struggling to stand for the first time. She knew Eryx thought herself to be funny with the parallel but until Melisandre bathed, she had no room for jokes. Even if they were good jokes. Slowly she stood up. “Just wait here. A quick dip and I’ll be right as rain.” She lied. It was not going to be a quick dip and Eryx knew it. Still, the proud dragon was thankful to be back on land and so instead she laid down, resting her head on a few fallen cedar trees. Her throat rumbled once more.
“Yeah, and then we’ll figure out dinner.” Melisandre promised as Eryx sent her images of snapping bones and viscera. She wasn’t sure if she should be disgusted by the images presented to her or by the fact that her stomach growled after receiving them. “Just be patient for once. Maybe we’ll find you a bear or something.” Off Melisandre went to the lake, beginning to take off her leather gear and soon the cotton underneath. Eryx closed her eyes, snorting out a thick cloud of black smoke from her nostrils.
Malachi