[PRP] Flying High (Ky’ess, M’ton, + Dergs)

[Prism Shine]

There’s a twirl to Hiraeth’s form as he curls mid-air, twisting this way and that as his wings tuck in, swooping down closer to the ground before catching himself and, with hard beats of his wings, soars right back into the air. He was looking magnificent, even if Ky’ess wasn’t beyond biased, from his perch on the ground. Sat up on a high rock by the weyrlake, watching as his beloved dragon turned and twisted this way and that.

He could only take so much acrobatics while perched on Hiraeth’s shoulders, yet from here on the ground? He can watch the blue in all his splendor practice moves that nearly make him dizzy even from his position.

Hiraeth lowered himself back down, splashing heavily into the weyrlake and unabashedly taking a drink to soothe the expended energy. How was that?

“Magnificent, Hiraeth. You pull those turns so well.” Beaming with pride, Hiraeth takes another drink, dipping his wings into the soothing cool of the water. “Give yourself a rest, love. At least a moment.” Pulling a wing wouldn’t do any good with threadfall, would it?

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Prism Shine

Another pair was also watching the blue. M'ton was carefully stitching his riding harness back together as he leaned back against his green. Her eyes were fixed above the weyrlake on a particular blue. She was also giving a play by play action to her rider. There he twirls and tucks in his wings, then swoops low to the ground and back up. Oh! He threw up a biiiiiiiig wave! You could have looked up mine. Zygmuth laughed.

"Why? You do so well with your commentary." M'ton laughed back. He put his finished harness down and stood up to stretch. Well done Hiraeth! It was so fun to watch you. The green gave a complimentary trill to the blue. M'ton gave a friendly wave to Ky'ess.