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• • Ga'rel and Uaillikenth • • • The Misadventures of... • by Neishai "Uaillikenth, what are you doing?" The young Red bristled and looked up from his very important work to glare at whomever had decided to bother him this time. Ga'rel's shadow fell across the dragon's crimson hide, his catlike green eyes scrutinizing the large hole in the ground. As usual, he wore only a functional pair of work pants, rolled up to his calves, and a pair of sandals, no shirt. Ah, so it's you. His rider bridled a little, arms already crossed. "Yes, so it is me." He stared at the dragon, waiting. Uaillikenth turned back to his hole, nudging the cool, damp, upturned soil with his nose. I'm digging a hole. |
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"I can see that. But why?" Ga'rel moved closer to crouch down beside Uaillikenth. It was quite a large hole, he had probably been working on it for a good half-candlemark. Well, I… wanted to dig some tunnels. Ga'rel laughed. "You're no tunnelsnake." Uaillikenth snorted. Of course not. Qyzell suggested it. He paused, and suddenly a little green head, the same color as Gato's eyes, popped up through the soil. The green flit was smeared with dirt, but her faceted eyes whirled with glee. The soil is cool below the surface. It's fun to play in. You should know, tilling soil for a living. "Ah, so it is." Gato grinned. "Want some help?" Well I certainly don't NEED any! I don't need anybody's help. Uaillikenth eyed the flit meaningfully; Qyzell cheeped softly, as if to ask sorrowfully, "Is that true?" "Of course not," the young man replied to his Bond. But I would like the company, the dragon murmured. • • • Several hours, and about a dragons-length later, Uaillikenth popped his head out of the hole as a large shadow flew overhead. He yawned and crawled out then stretched, the skin under a fine layer of dust glowing scarlet with happiness and pride, at himself. And Ga'rel. Oh, and Qyzell. The two in question sat nearby under a tree, the rider letting the refreshing breeze dry the sweat from his body. His skin had finally lost its flush. "Looks good," he remarked, glancing at his dragon's new tunnel. Had he been a boy, Uaillikenth would have wanted a tree house or some other fort in the woods. He grinned. Hmph. Of course it is, the dragon retorted. Then his expression softened. I had expert help. Ga'rel rose to his feet and stretched. "Well my friend, I promised Gero that we'd visit him this afternoon to do our flight exercises together. You don't think you're too tired do you?" Of course not! He scrambled from the scar in the ground, shook himself off, then stood tall. He yawned despite himself. Maybe just a little. |