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Post by The Forgotten God on Nov 13, 2012 13:17:24 GMT -5
"Name the time. Actually...does this evening work? I'm not doing anything today, but I do not take days off frequently, I fear." He smiles. "I recommend pants and a tunic rather than a robe."
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Nov 13, 2012 13:27:25 GMT -5
"Of course. I'll be free," she said. "I will be there, Your Grace."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Nov 13, 2012 13:29:28 GMT -5
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That evening the king awaits Reyna at the Great Pyramid, dressed in well-fitting but primarily functional leathers for riding. Rhaegys is unbelievably large up close, nearly two hundred feet. "I do hope he doesn't scare you," he says with a chuckle. "Many can't even bring themselves to get close enough to touch him."
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Nov 13, 2012 13:36:15 GMT -5
"I'm not scared," Reyna lied.
She eyed the dragon curiously, both wanting to touch him and anxious that he might hurt her. She was, like the king, dressed in her riding leathers.
"Is he used to strangers?"
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Post by The Forgotten God on Nov 13, 2012 13:45:20 GMT -5
"He's used to me, that's all that is important." Sirius pats him on the neck. "He won't do anything unless I tell him." He winked. "Is there anyone you don't like?"
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Nov 13, 2012 13:55:14 GMT -5
Reyna paused, thinking. Her father sprang to mind, but...no, she knew that would be wicked.
"Why do you ask?"
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Post by The Forgotten God on Nov 13, 2012 13:58:13 GMT -5
"It's a joke, you know...you could go chat with them on my friend here," he said. "Now, if you would, just step up here...you can have the seat of honor." He offers her a hand to boost her onto the dragon's head, where she is strapped on. He gets on behind her, his chest touching her back very slightly as he takes the reins. "The liftoff is the scariest part."
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Nov 13, 2012 14:10:31 GMT -5
Reyna nodded and mentally prepared herself.
"I promise not to scream. Perhaps I could ask a favour, Your Grace? I can think of one person who would benefit from a visit by a dragon."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Nov 13, 2012 14:15:37 GMT -5
"How long a voyage, my lady? We can't be gone all year," he laughs. The dragon roughly lifts off, and plummets fifty feet before gliding into the air, smooth as silk, faster than a bird in flight. Reyna's hair whips into Sirius's face and he laughs. One hand holds the reins while his other keeps her steady.
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Nov 13, 2012 16:06:43 GMT -5
Reyna gasped but, true to her word, did not scream, though she was tempted.
"The Iron Islands are some distance away," she confessed. "But even Father cannot argue with a dragon."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Nov 13, 2012 16:39:28 GMT -5
"That would be quite a journey," he agreed. "All the way to the Iron Islands...he must have angered you very much. Would you like to try the reins?"
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Nov 13, 2012 16:43:38 GMT -5
"Please."
Her fingers twitched as she prepared to take them.
"WHy are you so kind to me?"
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Post by The Forgotten God on Nov 13, 2012 16:47:12 GMT -5
"I can't very well make allies by being a horrible person, now can I? I also try to get on beautiful women's good sides." The dragon cuts through the air like an arrow, and holding the reins, while tension-inducing, is even easier than most horses.
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Nov 13, 2012 16:56:18 GMT -5
Reyna smiled at the king as she held the reins.
"Oh, so would you be less kind to me if I were old, or ugly, or a man?" She teased.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Nov 13, 2012 17:02:57 GMT -5
"Without a doubt," he said. "Although age is to be revered. No other man may handle Rhaegys's reins save my bother Aenys. I fear the Iron Islands may be a bit far for our little evening trip. Head towards those hills, though; there is quite a sight to see there."
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