Post by Boom and Lockjaw on Aug 11, 2014 22:08:49 GMT 1
Time and Date:: Winter. Painfully early in the morning.
Weather:: Cold, blustery, snow fell earlier in the night.
Previous Threads?:: None. This thread is standalone.
Resigned to the cold, bitter nip of the before-dawn air nipping at her exposed eyes, Boom trudged uphill in the snow with her eyes squinted in some sort of futile attempt to keep them from drying out. Rubbing at them with her gloved hand didn't do anything to help, but she kept doing it anyways because it helped pass the time. There was a warm huff of breath that warmed her knees, a very quiet growling of pained inquiry behind it.
"Your wings are louder than this, so no." Boom quipped back at her Gronckle's plea. She couldn't speak Dragonese, but she knew her Gronckle well enough to get the gist of things. "This is good for you, fatty."
Not that Boom had any room to talk. She wasn't exactly a specimen of balanced body types either, and knowing it is what made her grin over her shoulder at the gronckle in something that might've had some softness to it for just a moment. It was enough to inspire Lockjaw to lunge after her with a rather loud crunch of the snow, black pupil's wide with dragonish delight.
"Easy, lardo. This is a stealth mission for the potato princess." Boom turned her head back to look towards the farm house that was getting ever-closer. It was getting to be the time where night passed into daylight, and the last stars winked out into the greying skyline. The silvery light over the snow shimmered and sheened to pearl, easing into a pale lustrous gold. It was a beautiful thing to see, but Boom wasn't here to gawk and she wasn't here to be within eyesight of the farmhouse, either.
Knowing daylight was nipping at their heals, Boom nonchalantly reached back and pinched one of Lockjaw's stubby wing-shaped ears. The dragon gave a strangled sound that caught in it's throat as she was jerked behind her mistress and into the thick tree line where they wouldn't be seen. At some point she let go, but not without a stern ssh directed towards the stout dragon. It only took her a few seconds to sink to a sitting position underneath one of the trees with the trunk to support her back, letting loose one long aggrieved-sounding sigh while she was at it.
She had one arm over the sack she'd carried with her, utterly nondescript in it's ambiguity. It wouldn't be long until the girl that Boom called the Potato Princess got here, not with her Nadder's keen nose. Tryggyr and Moon-something. Whatever they were called, they'd be here soon.
Weather:: Cold, blustery, snow fell earlier in the night.
Previous Threads?:: None. This thread is standalone.
Resigned to the cold, bitter nip of the before-dawn air nipping at her exposed eyes, Boom trudged uphill in the snow with her eyes squinted in some sort of futile attempt to keep them from drying out. Rubbing at them with her gloved hand didn't do anything to help, but she kept doing it anyways because it helped pass the time. There was a warm huff of breath that warmed her knees, a very quiet growling of pained inquiry behind it.
"Your wings are louder than this, so no." Boom quipped back at her Gronckle's plea. She couldn't speak Dragonese, but she knew her Gronckle well enough to get the gist of things. "This is good for you, fatty."
Not that Boom had any room to talk. She wasn't exactly a specimen of balanced body types either, and knowing it is what made her grin over her shoulder at the gronckle in something that might've had some softness to it for just a moment. It was enough to inspire Lockjaw to lunge after her with a rather loud crunch of the snow, black pupil's wide with dragonish delight.
"Easy, lardo. This is a stealth mission for the potato princess." Boom turned her head back to look towards the farm house that was getting ever-closer. It was getting to be the time where night passed into daylight, and the last stars winked out into the greying skyline. The silvery light over the snow shimmered and sheened to pearl, easing into a pale lustrous gold. It was a beautiful thing to see, but Boom wasn't here to gawk and she wasn't here to be within eyesight of the farmhouse, either.
Knowing daylight was nipping at their heals, Boom nonchalantly reached back and pinched one of Lockjaw's stubby wing-shaped ears. The dragon gave a strangled sound that caught in it's throat as she was jerked behind her mistress and into the thick tree line where they wouldn't be seen. At some point she let go, but not without a stern ssh directed towards the stout dragon. It only took her a few seconds to sink to a sitting position underneath one of the trees with the trunk to support her back, letting loose one long aggrieved-sounding sigh while she was at it.
She had one arm over the sack she'd carried with her, utterly nondescript in it's ambiguity. It wouldn't be long until the girl that Boom called the Potato Princess got here, not with her Nadder's keen nose. Tryggyr and Moon-something. Whatever they were called, they'd be here soon.