Sneaking out for a Hunt ((Kyparla))

[dragonmenta]

Mariska crept quitely into the weyrwoman's room. She didn't want Ollandra, who was just a short way away to hear her. Her midnight black pants whispered softly as soft, booted feet tiptoed across the hard stone. A satchel of arrows, and her recently restrung bow, washung over her shoulder and around her waist was a belt containing five varied thrwoing knives. Zramuth was already strapped up and waiting on the rim. She was going hunting!


"Parla!" she whispered softly, "Parla, you there? You almost ready?"

Weyrwomen had to have some fun, right?

[Dizzy]

The gold rider double checked the quiver of bolts... each was tiped with a heavier steel broadhead... razor sharp. D'lyn had aquired them for her... no questions asked and only a dark grin playing on his lips. He said the Smith thought they would work well on the felines... it was what most of those on the outter edges had took to using. She smiled to herself... now there was one bronze rider she liked. Swinging the leather strap over her shoulder she picked up the satchel setting on her desk... it had berry wax and two extra gut strings in it along with numbweed and a few other items... 'Got to always be ready...'

Hurry... Zramuth's rider is out side... and ready. Why does she whisper and not knock?

We are trying to be quiet about this Savath... and I am hurrying. Picking up her crossbow, Kyparla took a moment to recheck the string, the stock, the recurve... looking for cracks or signs of weakness. Satisfied she took hold of the crank, cocking the bow and clicking the safty into place, she would knock the bolt later. 'Good to go...'

"Yeah, I'm here..." Kyparla opened the door just in time to hear Mariska. "Where did you think I would be?" The young woman grinned. "I just have to tie this stuff on and we'll be ready." The short woman made narry a sound as she strode across the sand of Savath's wallow. Her well worn high boots and leather pants hugged her like a second skin.

Lean down... You know I can't reach...

I can't help it if you are short... The gold held out her leg, allowing the small woman to use it as a step. That better?

Much...Kyparla quickly tied off her bow and quiver, making sure they were secure. She then pulled loose her flight jacket and shurgged it on before mounting up. "Where is Zramuth?"

[britalia]

((OMG…..I’m so sorry for making a quick butt-in, but I just read this post and saw Ked doing this…..I could have died laughing and had to share it. Go on with the post like this never happened, but I thought it was funny----I had to share.))

Ah….ridermine? Kedenth asked softly, a strong lacing of humor overlaying his mindvoice, Would you happen to be awake? The bronze was settled on his weyrledge, appearing asleep in all observances but in actuality, quite awake. He watched carefully as a lovely lady gold, Zramuth if he wasn’t mistaken, landed on the rim and then looked about conspiratorially. She was utterly silent, and would have been assumed to be merely taking a nightly stretch if not for the riding straps secured about her neck. Blinking in surprise, the Wingleader was further surprised as another massive queen and her small rider slipped from their weyr, soft as the whisper of wind through the air. Keeping as still as stone, the bronze couldn’t help but chuckle to himself. K’var?

Yes, yes, what is it, you great, bloody beast? Can you not even keep from making a nuisance of yourself even in the dead of night? The gypsy asked in irritation, straightening in bed to glare coldly towards the ledge. The blonde wore nothing but loose cloth pants which tied about his hard waist snugly, secured with string woven from the course tailhair of the runnerbeast. His hair, tied back at his neck during the day, was ruffled and messy from sleep, and he looked more than naked without his scabbard belted to his side. All in all, he looked nothing like the K’var the Weyr knew and respected, or scorned; he almost looked….casual, and even slightly comical. Running one hand through his curly hair, the dark man snarled, Well? What the bloody Fall do you want?

Hmm, if you are going to get so rude about it, forget it. The bronze sniffed haughtily, enjoying himself immensely when he received an annoyed growl sent his way. Fine, fine, just go back to sleep, Mine, and then in the morning when you have no idea what happened, don’t blame me when you are wishing you---

Just tell me what it is, you two-mooned herdbeast!

Herdbeast? My my, K’var, you certainly have no charm at night. What would Savath’s rider say if she could see you now? Well, I suppose you could ask her, though…… Here the bronze paused, and with a smug mental grin, added, Of course, if she wasn’t leaving, that is.

WHAT?

Bingo. There was the reaction.

Bolting from the bed, K’var strode quickly to his weyrledge, not even bothering to put on anything besides those same black pants he wore after dark. The blonde stopped beside his massive bronze, and felt his eyebrows shoot up as he caught sight of Savath and Zramuth fully harnessed and leaving the Weyr. An expression of fury like a thundercloud darkened his face, and the Weyrleader spat out enough curses to even make D’lyn and F’lor blush. That woman!! Can she never, just once, act like she has even half a shard of respect for me? The bronze rider spat, grabbing his tough, well-worn boots and fully prepared to got after those two and haul them right back. Grabbing his sword and whirling, ready to mount his dragon, the gypsy was met with a large bronze nose right in his face.

Let them go. Ked said sternly, titling his head at his rider.

Like Fall! I’m bringing that girl back by the sharding red hair of---

K’var, come, can they not have this night to themselves? The dragon lifted his large, wedge-shaped head and watched as the pair disappeared into the sky, his whirling eyes capturing the moon’s rays and reflecting them like jewels. Golds are no different than you or I, Mine, wild and untamable. Do you not think their riders, too, feel caged here?

The Weyrleader was struck silent by his dragon’s poetic reflections, surprised by his wisdom. A small smile barely curved his lips, and the blonde shook his head and turned, disappearing back into his Weyr.

[dragonmenta]

((sharing's good )

Mariska laughed quietly, and on que, Zramuth popped out of between. "Why? She's right here." With a few short, running steps and an athletic, hunters leap she was atop the great golds back. Nice entrance Zru. I should say the same for you. Mariska, smiled back at Savath's rider, "Now that is how you mount a dragon, Parla." Lets get a move on Maris, we don't want anyone to catch us.

Stop worrying darling, just think about how much fun it'll be. Your not the one who's closest to the beasts. As if i'd ever let anything happen to you. Mariska added tenderly. "Well Zramuth does have a point. We should be on our way. You got everything you need? Ready?"

[Dizzy]

Rolling her eyes, Kyparla grabbed hold of the thick leather and pulled. It took two tries to swing herself up, but she made it... settling deep into the large neck ridge of her gold. 'Is it just me or is my ass getting bigger?'

It looks the same to me. The pale gold turned her neck, eyeing her rider candidly with a single large blue facited eye.

Yeah... that makes me feel better. "That might be how you mount a dragon... but not all of us were blessed with long legs." The gold rider doubled checked her gear for a second time, "I'm ready... lets get this going for the watchrider spots us..."

Kyparla sent her gold a mental picture of the large savannah and a strange rock formation set out in the open... a few Fellis trees surrounding it.

Glad I could help. {i]I'm sure you are...[/i]

With that the gold winked tween only a few wingbeats from the ground.

[dragonmenta]

((sorry for how long this took))

Mariska chuckled under her breath. She certainly was blessed with long legs, and long arms and being taller than half the men in the Weyr. What a sharding blessing it was. Mariska looked out insitnctively to see if the watchrider was indeed coming their way. All clear for now. "Ok off we go then."

Lets go Zru.You got it? She asked when she gave her Queen the picture. I always do. You ready for some fun? Her dragon loved hunting as much as she did. They rose upo a few of Zramuth's massive winglengths in the air, a little higer than Savath had gone, and winked between.

1...2...3...and they were out above a plains area with a couple trees. She saw Savath and Kyparla already come out from between. Ask Savath if her rider knows where the latest feline sightings are. The nwe'll head over there. She waited for a reply. She could feel her skin tingling beneath the leather as it always did when she was going hunting.