Post by Sher on Sept 19, 2011 0:40:54 GMT -5
For a wonder, J'ain didn't press for information about what had happened in there. The girl's tone sounded something like finality. Closed, maybe, or remote. The bluerider loved a good pry; just not right now. "Of course, of course! Let's make sure you're secure. Now-"
You're welcome, Ansith interrupted, a gentle rumble on pleasure at Patala's good manners vibrating his deep chest. I do try. J'ain bit back a mumble and tried again.
"Now you take these straps and run them over your thighs, pass them through the buckles and pull them as tight as you can stand," J'ain instructed. The bluepair hadn't spent long here, but she hadn't eaten much and was developing a headache just behind her eyes that made her a little more solemn. The occasion didn't warrant such a bland tone- far from it, successfully retrieving a candidate was something to be overjoyed for.
You're worried about the weather, Ansith told her helpfully after a few breaths. Because we aren't back yet.
It still counts as getting a new candidate. Nothing's going to happen, the middle-aged woman insisted as she secured the saddlebag to her own straps. Once done, she checked Patala's handiwork and nodded surprised approval. She should've known that someone who worked around runnerbeasts would be competent with a harness. "Get ready; wrap your arms around my waist and lean forward when he launches. It keeps you from getting whiplash!"
The pale blue clambered to his feet, barely feeling the places the girl had been accidentally rough on her way up. What he did feel was a deep and bone-chilling cold, not all of it from their surroundings. Ever since that horrible blizzard, he could barely stand to be out in cold weather for long. It brought back a queer numbness in his extremities, and tingles between toes and- say- ankles. Before taking off, Ansith paced away from the stables, trying to warm up a little. After a few turns about the yard, he snorted to alert them of his readiness. He reared up almost to a vertical position, wings spreading simultaneously in a smooth motion. It was less like he launched into the air, more as though he fell effortlessly up into it.
With two passengers, he did have to work a bit harder to get them aloft, but once they were at a proper height he interspersed his wingbeats with energy-saving glides. Having already passed between several times today, he thought he'd rather fly straight. J'ain wholeheartedly agreed. If nothing else, it would give the poor girl time to digest what was happening- the possibilities ahead of her- before she was thrust into the exacting life of a candidate. The starkly beautiful landscape below them soon became a familiar one, as they neared the Weyr. Finally J'ain spoke again, a bit loudly due to the wind trying to steal the words from her lips. "By the way, I'm the candidatemaster here, so you'll probably see more of me than you want to in the coming days..."
((OOC: Took a little liberty there, assuming that Patala would get the straps worked out. Hope that's okay.))
You're welcome, Ansith interrupted, a gentle rumble on pleasure at Patala's good manners vibrating his deep chest. I do try. J'ain bit back a mumble and tried again.
"Now you take these straps and run them over your thighs, pass them through the buckles and pull them as tight as you can stand," J'ain instructed. The bluepair hadn't spent long here, but she hadn't eaten much and was developing a headache just behind her eyes that made her a little more solemn. The occasion didn't warrant such a bland tone- far from it, successfully retrieving a candidate was something to be overjoyed for.
You're worried about the weather, Ansith told her helpfully after a few breaths. Because we aren't back yet.
It still counts as getting a new candidate. Nothing's going to happen, the middle-aged woman insisted as she secured the saddlebag to her own straps. Once done, she checked Patala's handiwork and nodded surprised approval. She should've known that someone who worked around runnerbeasts would be competent with a harness. "Get ready; wrap your arms around my waist and lean forward when he launches. It keeps you from getting whiplash!"
The pale blue clambered to his feet, barely feeling the places the girl had been accidentally rough on her way up. What he did feel was a deep and bone-chilling cold, not all of it from their surroundings. Ever since that horrible blizzard, he could barely stand to be out in cold weather for long. It brought back a queer numbness in his extremities, and tingles between toes and- say- ankles. Before taking off, Ansith paced away from the stables, trying to warm up a little. After a few turns about the yard, he snorted to alert them of his readiness. He reared up almost to a vertical position, wings spreading simultaneously in a smooth motion. It was less like he launched into the air, more as though he fell effortlessly up into it.
With two passengers, he did have to work a bit harder to get them aloft, but once they were at a proper height he interspersed his wingbeats with energy-saving glides. Having already passed between several times today, he thought he'd rather fly straight. J'ain wholeheartedly agreed. If nothing else, it would give the poor girl time to digest what was happening- the possibilities ahead of her- before she was thrust into the exacting life of a candidate. The starkly beautiful landscape below them soon became a familiar one, as they neared the Weyr. Finally J'ain spoke again, a bit loudly due to the wind trying to steal the words from her lips. "By the way, I'm the candidatemaster here, so you'll probably see more of me than you want to in the coming days..."
((OOC: Took a little liberty there, assuming that Patala would get the straps worked out. Hope that's okay.))
