Post by Lark on Mar 7, 2013 21:10:49 GMT -5
You missed that time.
Majoriith's voice was light and teasing as she watched her rider straighten further, Rikula's body tensing. Her breath came out in a jagged rush, her eyes narrowed as she glared intensely at her dragoness. Doesn't matter, I'll split it next time. That is precisely what she had been saying for the last ten goes though. The one arrow in the middle of the target she had placed on the nearest tree stuck parralel to the ground ramrod straight.
Others littered close by to it, and much fewer had gotten past the target and to the tree trunk instead. None had missed the tree itself naturally, but it had missed the intended target. That one arrow was laughing at her, mocking her. It said you can't hit dead center more than once. She had been able to do it before, split an arrow clean through. That had been a turn or two ago though, before she had moved down here certainly.
It would have been a while then. I was only....what, just out of weyrlinghood weren't we? So, maybe 15 months?
The Queen sighed as she lay her head on the grass covered ground, body curled under the relative shade of the trees. Her tail was quivering to and fro dipped in the river though, letting it trail downstream before drawing it back toward her body. Watching the dragoness for a moment Rikula nodded stiffly, not particularly desiring to think about how long they had been here. They would be here plenty longer, and best of all her uncle had still not sent any word.
Maybe now he will just leave me alone. He cannot use me to marry off, and Kikunae....
Your clutchmate is dead.
The words were a soft whisper as Majoriith thought them, a feeling of sorrowful emotion surrounding them until Rikula thought she would be entirely engulfed by it. That's enough. Drawing back the knocked arrow quickly, she let her finger tip brush gently along the feathered edge, her breath taking itself into her lungs and then letting itself out on a drawn out hiss.
One...two...three... The thwack it made as it hit the target was not as satisfying as the sight. The arrow split through the one that had been there before, shredding it in three piece and making the curl at the ends. The piece itself was barely hanging on, and even the second, newly shot arrow, was not imbedded far into the target. Still, she had done it again.
I am sorry.
Closing her eyes so that Majoriith wouldn't see the pain there Rikula shook her head. She didn't have to let the dragon notice that something about her was giving away her feelings, that she was upset. There was no need for that, and if she could fool her dragon she could fool the world.
Except you cannot hide your feelings from me, not when I feel them too. The moment when you can fool me is the moment I am no longer yours...which, will never happen Rikula.
I know.
Majoriith's voice was light and teasing as she watched her rider straighten further, Rikula's body tensing. Her breath came out in a jagged rush, her eyes narrowed as she glared intensely at her dragoness. Doesn't matter, I'll split it next time. That is precisely what she had been saying for the last ten goes though. The one arrow in the middle of the target she had placed on the nearest tree stuck parralel to the ground ramrod straight.
Others littered close by to it, and much fewer had gotten past the target and to the tree trunk instead. None had missed the tree itself naturally, but it had missed the intended target. That one arrow was laughing at her, mocking her. It said you can't hit dead center more than once. She had been able to do it before, split an arrow clean through. That had been a turn or two ago though, before she had moved down here certainly.
It would have been a while then. I was only....what, just out of weyrlinghood weren't we? So, maybe 15 months?
The Queen sighed as she lay her head on the grass covered ground, body curled under the relative shade of the trees. Her tail was quivering to and fro dipped in the river though, letting it trail downstream before drawing it back toward her body. Watching the dragoness for a moment Rikula nodded stiffly, not particularly desiring to think about how long they had been here. They would be here plenty longer, and best of all her uncle had still not sent any word.
Maybe now he will just leave me alone. He cannot use me to marry off, and Kikunae....
Your clutchmate is dead.
The words were a soft whisper as Majoriith thought them, a feeling of sorrowful emotion surrounding them until Rikula thought she would be entirely engulfed by it. That's enough. Drawing back the knocked arrow quickly, she let her finger tip brush gently along the feathered edge, her breath taking itself into her lungs and then letting itself out on a drawn out hiss.
One...two...three... The thwack it made as it hit the target was not as satisfying as the sight. The arrow split through the one that had been there before, shredding it in three piece and making the curl at the ends. The piece itself was barely hanging on, and even the second, newly shot arrow, was not imbedded far into the target. Still, she had done it again.
I am sorry.
Closing her eyes so that Majoriith wouldn't see the pain there Rikula shook her head. She didn't have to let the dragon notice that something about her was giving away her feelings, that she was upset. There was no need for that, and if she could fool her dragon she could fool the world.
Except you cannot hide your feelings from me, not when I feel them too. The moment when you can fool me is the moment I am no longer yours...which, will never happen Rikula.
I know.