Post by Yakura on Feb 26, 2008 23:05:15 GMT -5
A soft, steady rain dripped down from the skies, thick clouds hung low and heavy. A large mass of bronze lay stretched across the shoreline, long neck twisted to tuck under an extended wing, tail undulating languidly in the wet sand, leaving a complex, weaving trail. The rain pattered softly against his wings, the thick drops falling with echoing plops across the leathery wingsail. The bronze stirred slightly, pulling his head back out from under his wing with sudden curiosity. Although the day was peaceful, and he and His thoroughly enjoyed the soft rainfall, there was something missing.
Mine, Romeath began pleasantly, lifting his wing up higher, color arching through his eyes in a brief flash of something more, I believe you are missing a boot. Romeath straightened, lifting his wing up further to reveal an extremely short man, Q'in, who was reclining in an ever-widening puddle of rainwater. The bronzerider snorted slightly, blinking blearily up at Romeath. The bronze leaned closer, staring pointedly at Q'in's naked foot. Your boot, Mine, he stated with apparent humor.
Q'in scrambled to his feet in an instant, staring down bewilderedly as his foot, giving his toes a test wiggle to make sure it was true. It was quite true, sadly. He had once again managed to misplace his boot, and what was more, he was completely soaked. Although Romeath's outstretched wing had kept the rain off him, Q'in had chosen a very inopportune spot on the sand where it dipped, resulting in a wide, cold pool of water. He was completely sopping, his breaches dripping. The only thing not wet, it appeared, was his head. After staring sadly down at himself, his gaze snapped up to look at Romeath. "Why'd you do that, Romeath?"
The bronze pretended to look mildly offended, twirling one of his claws placidly through the sand, sketching out a vague shape. I do not know what you mean, Mine, he said, voice as serious as he could make, even as as the corners of his mouth twitched up in the draconic version of a smile. Q'in attempted to babble something, flapping his arms about in a most unmanly manner, a steady stream of rain dripping of Romeath's perfectly positioned head to fall onto the bronzerider's head. I was merely sitting here, doing just as you asked, he added in slightly offended tones.
Q'in's mouth gaped soundlessly for a moment before he turned abruptly on his heel. The action was cut short by him slipping and planting his buttocks quite firmly in the sand, much to Romeath's amusement. Spluttering, Q'in attempted to get to his feet and salvage his thoroughly trampled pride. He finally managed to find a garbled mouthful of words, staring at his bronze in a betrayed manner. "But-but...I'm all wet!" Romeath chuckled down at the pathetic figure, Q'in looking quite childish with his blue eyes wide, completely soaked at this point.
Mine, Romeath began pleasantly, lifting his wing up higher, color arching through his eyes in a brief flash of something more, I believe you are missing a boot. Romeath straightened, lifting his wing up further to reveal an extremely short man, Q'in, who was reclining in an ever-widening puddle of rainwater. The bronzerider snorted slightly, blinking blearily up at Romeath. The bronze leaned closer, staring pointedly at Q'in's naked foot. Your boot, Mine, he stated with apparent humor.
Q'in scrambled to his feet in an instant, staring down bewilderedly as his foot, giving his toes a test wiggle to make sure it was true. It was quite true, sadly. He had once again managed to misplace his boot, and what was more, he was completely soaked. Although Romeath's outstretched wing had kept the rain off him, Q'in had chosen a very inopportune spot on the sand where it dipped, resulting in a wide, cold pool of water. He was completely sopping, his breaches dripping. The only thing not wet, it appeared, was his head. After staring sadly down at himself, his gaze snapped up to look at Romeath. "Why'd you do that, Romeath?"
The bronze pretended to look mildly offended, twirling one of his claws placidly through the sand, sketching out a vague shape. I do not know what you mean, Mine, he said, voice as serious as he could make, even as as the corners of his mouth twitched up in the draconic version of a smile. Q'in attempted to babble something, flapping his arms about in a most unmanly manner, a steady stream of rain dripping of Romeath's perfectly positioned head to fall onto the bronzerider's head. I was merely sitting here, doing just as you asked, he added in slightly offended tones.
Q'in's mouth gaped soundlessly for a moment before he turned abruptly on his heel. The action was cut short by him slipping and planting his buttocks quite firmly in the sand, much to Romeath's amusement. Spluttering, Q'in attempted to get to his feet and salvage his thoroughly trampled pride. He finally managed to find a garbled mouthful of words, staring at his bronze in a betrayed manner. "But-but...I'm all wet!" Romeath chuckled down at the pathetic figure, Q'in looking quite childish with his blue eyes wide, completely soaked at this point.