Post by Neou and Korint on Mar 10, 2004 22:14:05 GMT -5
Almost at once after the Hatching, Neou had set off to quest for she knew not what. Elenath followed, obeying as always. Or so it seemed to Neou. The Queen was absolutely besotted with her Rider, following her about, scolding Neou at the same time.
You were almost too late for your Elenath, and then she would have to die. I would rather not Impress any of those other females. They wanted me too badly. You were willing to settle for anything. Neou smiled and laughed at her dragon's possesive tone, while continuing onwards. Soon she came upon a golden meadow, its bright hue only obscured by Elenath's own hide. It was so beautiful... "Well, they never told me of this meadow. How does Elenath Fields sound to you?" Laughing, Neou continued onwards, relishing the beauty and tranquility. Of course this meadow had a name, most likely golden meadows or something of the sort. Golden meadows... Yes, that sounded nice. Golden Grass Meadow. That was what it was called. For Neou had stopped a dragonrider before she left the Hatching Grounds to question him on the nature and places about the Weyr. He had answered readily, evidentally pleased to be speaking with a Queenrider, or something of that sort of human pleasure. Now however, Elenath grew tired though, and started to complain. "Alright, we shall go back!"
You were almost too late for your Elenath, and then she would have to die. I would rather not Impress any of those other females. They wanted me too badly. You were willing to settle for anything. Neou smiled and laughed at her dragon's possesive tone, while continuing onwards. Soon she came upon a golden meadow, its bright hue only obscured by Elenath's own hide. It was so beautiful... "Well, they never told me of this meadow. How does Elenath Fields sound to you?" Laughing, Neou continued onwards, relishing the beauty and tranquility. Of course this meadow had a name, most likely golden meadows or something of the sort. Golden meadows... Yes, that sounded nice. Golden Grass Meadow. That was what it was called. For Neou had stopped a dragonrider before she left the Hatching Grounds to question him on the nature and places about the Weyr. He had answered readily, evidentally pleased to be speaking with a Queenrider, or something of that sort of human pleasure. Now however, Elenath grew tired though, and started to complain. "Alright, we shall go back!"