Making a home (France/Germany)
Nov 17, 2017 14:56:48 GMT -5
Post by Ludwig Beilschmidt on Nov 17, 2017 14:56:48 GMT -5
“Merci. It would be much appreciated. And would you let me examine you with my gift too? That way I can get an idea of the bone and muscle structure now while it is whole?”
The man had inquired that before Geragon had snapped him up in his grip and taken to the skies. It caused the dragon to cock his head a bit in confusion, however, and he addressed the Half-Elf in mid flight. “Your gift allows you to see beneazh scale und flesh?” His voice was deep and loud enough to cut past the beating of his wings and the sharp whistle of the wind so that the blond would hear him. “I’ve nefer heard of such an ability.” He looked to the being clinging to him and barely managed to hold back an amused smirk at the way they acted. The dragon wasn’t going to drop them, but it was apparent the other was not fond of being airborne. Luckily, the ride only lasted a few moments. Such was the benefit of being a large beast that could fly—it took practically no time at all to cover distances that would take ground-walkers hours.
Carefully, Geragon placed Francis into the mouth of the mountainside cave he called Home. After ensuring the man wasn’t going to fall out and down the mountain, the great green beast gripped onto the cliff, using his wings to steady himself, as he climbed into the dwelling. He could have landed in the mouth easily, but he feared the gusts created by his wings may cause Francis to lose balance and stumble. No, this was easier and safer for the both of them.
“I don’t suppose it vould do any harm—so long as it ist beneficial in zhe long run.” His wings folded against his back as he moved deeper into the cave. “You’ll find somezhing zhis vay zhat you can use.” He paused, waiting for the other to follow, and to hopefully not get too caught up in gawking over the mounds of gold, armor, and precious trinkets around the cave. The place he was leading Francis was into a small recess in the cave wall that had been filled with miscellaneous loose stones. Some were cut and polished and glistened while others were rough or even broken. The dragon sat back on his haunches nearby. ”I cannot promise you zhat some of zhem do not have latent magicks.” He had, after all, taken them from common man and witches alike.
Francis Bonnefoy
The man had inquired that before Geragon had snapped him up in his grip and taken to the skies. It caused the dragon to cock his head a bit in confusion, however, and he addressed the Half-Elf in mid flight. “Your gift allows you to see beneazh scale und flesh?” His voice was deep and loud enough to cut past the beating of his wings and the sharp whistle of the wind so that the blond would hear him. “I’ve nefer heard of such an ability.” He looked to the being clinging to him and barely managed to hold back an amused smirk at the way they acted. The dragon wasn’t going to drop them, but it was apparent the other was not fond of being airborne. Luckily, the ride only lasted a few moments. Such was the benefit of being a large beast that could fly—it took practically no time at all to cover distances that would take ground-walkers hours.
Carefully, Geragon placed Francis into the mouth of the mountainside cave he called Home. After ensuring the man wasn’t going to fall out and down the mountain, the great green beast gripped onto the cliff, using his wings to steady himself, as he climbed into the dwelling. He could have landed in the mouth easily, but he feared the gusts created by his wings may cause Francis to lose balance and stumble. No, this was easier and safer for the both of them.
“I don’t suppose it vould do any harm—so long as it ist beneficial in zhe long run.” His wings folded against his back as he moved deeper into the cave. “You’ll find somezhing zhis vay zhat you can use.” He paused, waiting for the other to follow, and to hopefully not get too caught up in gawking over the mounds of gold, armor, and precious trinkets around the cave. The place he was leading Francis was into a small recess in the cave wall that had been filled with miscellaneous loose stones. Some were cut and polished and glistened while others were rough or even broken. The dragon sat back on his haunches nearby. ”I cannot promise you zhat some of zhem do not have latent magicks.” He had, after all, taken them from common man and witches alike.
Francis Bonnefoy
