by fletch » Sat Aug 16, 2014 1:30 pm
Meanwhile, Warrick and Bayard had gone out. It was bitterly cold, and Bayard had thrown on a brown, button vest. Yes, it wasn't entirely flattering, but it kept him warm. Warrick's hide was enough to keep most of him warm, anyway. The thing was irritatingly itchy.
Warrick let out a grunt as a dragon flew nearer. For a moment Bayard thought it might be Ailene and Blaze, but it wasn't. This dragon wasn't red, it was Storm.
Bayard lifted a hand in greeting, but said nothing. Not in the mood. He leaned back on Warrick and stared up at the cover of white clouds. He hadn't bothered to bring his tool belt, so if Warrick suddenly jolted or decided to pull a stunt he would fall right off. And his wound still aggravated him, so that wouldn't be fun.
Xalvador opened his wings, narrowed his eyes, and jumped. Instantly his wings went into a blur, trying to get himself to stay afloat. But this made him go far too close to the wall and, before he could pull back, he smashed into it.
Ouch! He cried out, falling to the ground in a heap. Need--need room. More. He said, blatantly. He folded his wings and stared at the wall.
ME GO, YOU STAY.
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