|| Bayard ||
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Carefully, Bayard gave Warrick a small squeeze with his knees. There came a small grunt from Warrick and then the golden dragon lunged into the air. It jolted Bayard so badly he almost felt himself get ripped from the stirrups. This wasn't his typical graceful take off. Either way, Warrick pumped his wings in an effort to stay airborne though he rocked a little without knowing it. Every time he drifted off course Bayard would give him a small prod with his shin to guide him. It seemed to work for quite some time until Warrick gave a growl.
I am no horse, Bayard! If you wish for me to turn, tell me. None of this...prodding business. Treat me like a dragon, not some neighing-food-beast!
|| Easton ||
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Easton lifted his head to look at the guard. "Yes! Could you look around here for a sharp-smelling, black, prickling herb? It should be here somewhere. It's really easy to tell." Shakily he pulled himself up by placing one hand on the side of the castle to support his weight. It looked ridiculous, he was sure. But either way, he had to get to Jessica. When he had shuffled his way to her side he stopped to pant for a moment and then...
"Jessica, it's me. Easton."