Marathon: G'iz and Megra

[ShadowToxin]

G'iz walked up to the bace of the ledge, trying to swipe the mud off his back and hair, they just having rentered the weyrbowl after slinking around the marshes like a pair of tunnel snakes. All three of them, he, Pepith, and Megra, having mud on their forms in some way or another, he having his back and up to his knees completely covered in the stuff, that was starting to itch really bad.

But he only complained a little bit, walking up to where the ground went vertical, and up onto the ledge where the dragons lay. The boy peered up as he placed a hand on the juts and ledges that came out from the rough rock. "This'll be easy to climb, theres alot of handholds to grab onto, and a bunch of ledges to get our footing on." He warbled out, already looking up and mapping out a way to the top.

Satisfied that he had found a way up that wouldnt send them plumiting to their death, he hooked his hands in, then his feet, making sure megra was ready before he started to climb up the ledge.

[Libra]

Hey Wryth, here they come! They have been doing pretty good...uck, I can smell the swamp waste from here! Juith, headwoman Neila's dragon, said. The blue, almost even out-sizing the dark-brown Wryth, sat side by side next to him. Juith peered down over the ledge, his sharp eyes locking on to the three figures below. Wryth, currently a parasite of Juith's eyes, felt happy.

Pepith! I am glad you all made it! he crooned.


Megra had to take a steady breath before declaring herself ready. The sun was still covered by the clouds, but it was still warm enough that the mud and goo would soon be caked onto them. Well, better that then having the stuff make them slide all the down the weyr...! She moved her tied hand with G'iz's, feeling more confident with climbing a wide surface. She could climb, but going through a marsh was completely different.

"Pepith, you can stay down here--it gets pretty steep for a while." she said, concerned for the little one as they started up.

[ShadowToxin]

Goth was up on the ledge as well, tail dangling down as he peered at the children that came down. THey are the first ones too, it seems they have gotten threw the marsh with some difficulty though. He chucklked out as he flicked his old tailtip back and fourth.

Pepith looked up to the dragons above, placing her front paw pads on the rock. Though she would go no further, worry creeping into her mind for having her rider scale the nasty looking rocks. She churred softly to her rider, who grinned down to her as he still climbed higher. The smaller brown was reassured as Wryth's voice came into her mind, chirping happilly as she sat back on her haunches, tail wagging, there were big dragons up there, her rider and Wryth's rider were safe.

Wryth, I am glad that you are here as well! Now I am not so worried for mine and your mine climbing the rocks. She warbled back while craining her head upwards, peering with whirling green eyes to the ones above.

[Libra]

Aah, no worries little one! We won't let them fall. Wryth reassured his favorite little weyrling, resting his chin on the edge.

Juith snorted playfully at Goth's comment, agreeing. That is for certain...! There is a new transfer that would probably attack them once they get to the kitchens for being so dirty. Mine will not be very happy about the mash gunk, either. the dragon mentally chuckled, eyes swirling with mischief at his quick glance toward the old, hearty bronze.

Megra took slow, easy breaths as they ascended the side of the weyr. It was...not as hard as she had imagined. She and G'iz just seemed to know how to work together and trust each other naturally...it was very helpful. It was almost a shock when she felt Juith's sudden snort of air blow onto her head. And if it weren't for her death grip onto the side of the weyr, she would have fallen off in shock when Juith spoke to both her AND G'iz!

You made it! Unfortunately, it will be a lot harder getting down, and more dangerous. The weyrwoman is giving me permission to give you a ride down, if you two would like? The large blue inclined, peering down at them happily. Under his right paw was their flag, the material flipping lazily in the warm breeze.

(Yes, dragons can talk to other riders but...Juith just has a thing for talking to people in general, when he wants to. xD It's very rare for a dragon to do this,, though.)

[ShadowToxin]

Goth chuckled as he listened to the blue nodding, mmmm, it looks like these two are in for it then. He chuckled out, his large chest rumbling deeply with a draconic laugh. Under his right forpaw, fluttered a flag as well, but this one was not for this team, it was for the next team that arrived up to them. And now he was contented to laze in the sun until they came.

G'iz grinned as he caught sight of the blue as they hauled it up onto the ledge. Climbing up went easier than he expected, he and megra's movements were nearly in sync, both able to shimmy up the side like a spider. He made sure that he made it safely to his feet, then helped to pull Megra up as well, looking to the three dragons assembled. As the blue gestured to his forpaw he stopped, gently exctracting the slip of cloth from his paw and clutching it to his hand.

He was slightly surprised that Juith spoke to them, but he knew that all dragons could speak to whomever they pleased, and nodded gratefully to his offer really not wanting to take the long way down. "We would be very greatfull to a ride down, gracious blue." He warbled out with a smile, hoping he didnt look to much horrific from the ever drying mud on his back.

[Libra]

Megra couldn't help it--she almost practically clung to G'iz as she was being pulled up. Sure, she was use to heights, but on her Wryth's back. Wryth mentally crooned and nuzzled his rider, then carefully scooted away closer to Goth so that Juith would have more room.

The big blue squatted down as flat as he could, so that they could get on easier. Deciding she ought to try and be of more use, Megra started up onto the blue's back in a way that G'iz would have have an easy time following . She let him sit down first, then she sat behind him, half turned because of how their wrists were tied.

But she clutched G'iz gently and firmly with her free arm, knowing it was the perfect excuse to do so. ...Uh, well, not that she was doing this just to touch him but...gah, her mind just couldn't seem to slow down, and she was afraid the brownrider would be able to feel her pounding heartbeat. By now, she didn't care that he was covered in drying marsh goo--it seemed okay, just because G'iz was under there somewhere.

Once they were securely on, Juith just simply pushed himself off the ledge and dived straight down. Megra's breath was swept away as they suddenly pulled up, circling low once before making a neat landing. Right before the kitchen entrance, Juith lowered himself so his passengers could dissemble. He crooned over to the cute little Pepith, reassuring her that the her rider was in one piece.

[ShadowToxin]

The blue haired boy (though it looked a nasty shade of brown from the back of his head) watched as the blue dragon lowered himself onto the ground. He followed after Megra, swiftly clambering up after her, trying to keep the muddy parts from hitting the dragon's clean hide.

He seated himself, his body turned part way with the difficulty of having to sit dragonback with his wrist tied to megras. He felt her arm coil and clutch onto him, something he smiled to, knowing she couldnt see his smirk as he was looking forward, not about to object to her movement in any shape way or form. Infact being so bold as to place his free hand on hers to keep her curled next to him.

He blinked as the blue beneath them moved to the ledge, then simply fell off, his heart hammering with the sudden drop, Pepith metally scolding Juith in his mind for scaring her rider like that! The little brown bounded up as the blue landed, chirping worriedly and peering at the cackling G'iz on his back. Who quickly helped himself and Megra down, thanking the blue.