Another Clip
>.> Two posts in a row!
I was going to forgo it, but I really can't resist posting this up. Scene amused me a fair deal.
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Drandez rubbed a hand across his face and sighed, stretching and furling his right wing. It looked as though it was paining him, Sekaya observed.
“Do you ever give up?” He asked, voice weary.
Sekaya grinned. “No.”
Groaning, Drandez redirected the majority of his attention to his right wing, massaging a spot halfway up it. Sekaya watched, and felt her smirk retreating as she saw he wasn’t leaving the sore point alone.
“Perhaps we should call an early stop for the night,” She suggested.
“No, I’m fine. It’s just wear and tear from travelling.”
He sounded anything but fine. Sekaya crossed her arms and regarded him with a growing frown. If he thought she would go back aloft with him favouring a wing -
Overhearing the thought, Drandez looked up sharply from his wing, glowering at her. He looked offended. Good.
“I’m not favouring anything,” He said with gritted teeth. He looked mad enough to spit. Fine, as long as he didn’t go cold like before. Hot anger Sekaya could deal with.
“Yes, you are. Give it a rest.”
Drandez dropped his hands away from his wing and spread his arms out wide, gesturing to the mountain range they were splat dab in the middle of. “Here?”
Sekaya shrugged, seeing his point. Trotting over to the cliff edge, she tried to spot a better place to make camp for the night, and had no luck. “Ugh.”
“Exactly,” He said, miffed. Returning his attentions to his wing, he said, “I’ve been looking for a small valley to touch down in for the last hour or so. We’re in one of those bits of the range. It’s either keep flying, or risk your chances on a mountain ledge - and quite frankly, no matter how much magic one might possess, it won’t keep you glued to the mountainside when the winds pick up.”
“Damnit.”
“My sentiments as well,” Drandez replied, voice grim.
Not missing a beat, Sekaya said, “Let’s risk the mountainside then.”
Drandez regarded her with an expression like she had just gone insane. Oh, who was she kidding? She’d always been a bit crazy.
“Look,” Sekaya continued. “Find a better ledge, preferably one with a crevasse of some sort, and we’ll stow away in it and give your wings a break.”
“No.”
“Then let me see exactly what you’ve been doing to your wing.”
Drandez looked absolutely mortified now, drawing his right wing as close to his body as possible to keep it away from her curious fingers. “Never! That’s...no. No, no, no.”
“Why?”
“It’s-“ He glanced away, back down at his wing, drawing it up a bit in an attempt to hide his face before he could stop himself. “It’s just not done.”
“Alright, then it’s settled. Find a crevice, and I’ll let you dote on your wing as much as you want.”
Drandez fixed her with a wide-eyed stare. “Since when have you been allowed to call the shots?”
Sekaya put on her sweetest smile for him. “Since you changed my sheets last night.”
He kept staring at her, completely thrown off balance. “You really are-”
“-Are?” Sekaya prodded, eyebrows lifting.
Drandez shook his head, forcing one of his emotionless expressions on to his face. “Nevermind.”
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Rattled Drandez is not a common sight, so it was very fun to write him like that.
I was going to forgo it, but I really can't resist posting this up. Scene amused me a fair deal.
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Drandez rubbed a hand across his face and sighed, stretching and furling his right wing. It looked as though it was paining him, Sekaya observed.
“Do you ever give up?” He asked, voice weary.
Sekaya grinned. “No.”
Groaning, Drandez redirected the majority of his attention to his right wing, massaging a spot halfway up it. Sekaya watched, and felt her smirk retreating as she saw he wasn’t leaving the sore point alone.
“Perhaps we should call an early stop for the night,” She suggested.
“No, I’m fine. It’s just wear and tear from travelling.”
He sounded anything but fine. Sekaya crossed her arms and regarded him with a growing frown. If he thought she would go back aloft with him favouring a wing -
Overhearing the thought, Drandez looked up sharply from his wing, glowering at her. He looked offended. Good.
“I’m not favouring anything,” He said with gritted teeth. He looked mad enough to spit. Fine, as long as he didn’t go cold like before. Hot anger Sekaya could deal with.
“Yes, you are. Give it a rest.”
Drandez dropped his hands away from his wing and spread his arms out wide, gesturing to the mountain range they were splat dab in the middle of. “Here?”
Sekaya shrugged, seeing his point. Trotting over to the cliff edge, she tried to spot a better place to make camp for the night, and had no luck. “Ugh.”
“Exactly,” He said, miffed. Returning his attentions to his wing, he said, “I’ve been looking for a small valley to touch down in for the last hour or so. We’re in one of those bits of the range. It’s either keep flying, or risk your chances on a mountain ledge - and quite frankly, no matter how much magic one might possess, it won’t keep you glued to the mountainside when the winds pick up.”
“Damnit.”
“My sentiments as well,” Drandez replied, voice grim.
Not missing a beat, Sekaya said, “Let’s risk the mountainside then.”
Drandez regarded her with an expression like she had just gone insane. Oh, who was she kidding? She’d always been a bit crazy.
“Look,” Sekaya continued. “Find a better ledge, preferably one with a crevasse of some sort, and we’ll stow away in it and give your wings a break.”
“No.”
“Then let me see exactly what you’ve been doing to your wing.”
Drandez looked absolutely mortified now, drawing his right wing as close to his body as possible to keep it away from her curious fingers. “Never! That’s...no. No, no, no.”
“Why?”
“It’s-“ He glanced away, back down at his wing, drawing it up a bit in an attempt to hide his face before he could stop himself. “It’s just not done.”
“Alright, then it’s settled. Find a crevice, and I’ll let you dote on your wing as much as you want.”
Drandez fixed her with a wide-eyed stare. “Since when have you been allowed to call the shots?”
Sekaya put on her sweetest smile for him. “Since you changed my sheets last night.”
He kept staring at her, completely thrown off balance. “You really are-”
“-Are?” Sekaya prodded, eyebrows lifting.
Drandez shook his head, forcing one of his emotionless expressions on to his face. “Nevermind.”
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Rattled Drandez is not a common sight, so it was very fun to write him like that.