Post by K'ivan on Aug 23, 2022 9:03:08 GMT -8
Directly After A Friendly Feast
As the mindscape promised, the ocean spread out in front of them and directly below them the pebbled beaches of one of the dragons favorite fishing coves. From above, it was easy to see the C-shaped cove with its rocky hills and sparse shrubs that decorated them. A healthy river ran its course from the continent's mountain range and several tributaries fed the cove with fresh water. Shallow marshlands gathered into estuaries that bordered the southern edges of the water. Already other dragons had settled on the shores and some froliced in the waters of the protected bay.
Upon the unexpected arrival of yet more hungry - or at least bored - dragons, the local fauna scattered in several directions. A rare flock of wild fire-lizards wheeled in unison as they banked and settled onto the small outcroppings of one of the larger hills. With terrified bleats, a herd of wild ovids scattered, their bleating altered a smaller group and the now larger herd bounced over the rocks away from the water's edge.
Mirroring their small cousins, Baizynth banked and wheeled to the right so that he could descend onto a nearby section of open beach. By no means overcrowded, the new arrivals still shared the cove with several other dragons. One larger brown bulged a friendly greeting to them as well as sparing a moment to greet Imolith with a light tenor, Fair skies to you fine queen and welcome! I am Roth. It did not seem to bother him that he did not recognize two of the dragons. Why would it? A dragon was a dragon afterall, and unlike humans draconic kind had not compunctions meeting strangers.
As they descended, Baizynth swung his head toward the others present as he introduced each. Roth... The brown who spoke to Imolith. Wilmith and Lanth The two blues lounged near each other, the former had his tail in the water. Rasuith, one of those hatched at White Sands. A green who looked not that much younger than Ebonth or Imolith.
As the mindscape promised, the ocean spread out in front of them and directly below them the pebbled beaches of one of the dragons favorite fishing coves. From above, it was easy to see the C-shaped cove with its rocky hills and sparse shrubs that decorated them. A healthy river ran its course from the continent's mountain range and several tributaries fed the cove with fresh water. Shallow marshlands gathered into estuaries that bordered the southern edges of the water. Already other dragons had settled on the shores and some froliced in the waters of the protected bay.
Upon the unexpected arrival of yet more hungry - or at least bored - dragons, the local fauna scattered in several directions. A rare flock of wild fire-lizards wheeled in unison as they banked and settled onto the small outcroppings of one of the larger hills. With terrified bleats, a herd of wild ovids scattered, their bleating altered a smaller group and the now larger herd bounced over the rocks away from the water's edge.
Mirroring their small cousins, Baizynth banked and wheeled to the right so that he could descend onto a nearby section of open beach. By no means overcrowded, the new arrivals still shared the cove with several other dragons. One larger brown bulged a friendly greeting to them as well as sparing a moment to greet Imolith with a light tenor, Fair skies to you fine queen and welcome! I am Roth. It did not seem to bother him that he did not recognize two of the dragons. Why would it? A dragon was a dragon afterall, and unlike humans draconic kind had not compunctions meeting strangers.
As they descended, Baizynth swung his head toward the others present as he introduced each. Roth... The brown who spoke to Imolith. Wilmith and Lanth The two blues lounged near each other, the former had his tail in the water. Rasuith, one of those hatched at White Sands. A green who looked not that much younger than Ebonth or Imolith.
