Post by Nysat & Whirlwind on Jan 9, 2016 21:37:13 GMT 1
From what Nysat knew about the weather, which admittedly was very little, this was the season where the storms were at their least frequent and the weather was easy on travelers. He wasn't aware that so far into the middle of nowhere the "peaceful" time for the seas were also vastly unpredictable. Fog rolled in on without warning, dark clouds appeared within seconds, and waves rolled high into the air like Aegir's hand itself was flailing for anything within reach.
But the young explorer managed well, in his own eyes. He was quick to get Whirlwind above the clouds before the rain poured down on them, he relied on the dragon's own senses and his compass to guide them through the torturous fog so they wouldn't veer too far off course, and the waves... tested how fast they could fly out of their reach. But in all, the main thing to note is that he was getting lucky. He would attest the lack of actual trouble to skill, but it was really luck and Whirlwind's uncanny ability to find land.
So eventually, Nysat's luck ran out when he flew into a curtain of fog so thick he could barely see his hand in front of his own face. It was too late to go back when he heard the rolling thunder around him, and Whirlwind's wings were already too heavy to fly any higher than they already were. When the downpour came, they had no choice but to swim along until they hit some form of land.
By the time the fog let up Nysat was soaked through his furs and the air was freezing him down to the bone. He had nearly taken the scarf off his head when he realized water would get through his mask without it. He and Whirlwind both knew they needed to find land soon.
But the young explorer managed well, in his own eyes. He was quick to get Whirlwind above the clouds before the rain poured down on them, he relied on the dragon's own senses and his compass to guide them through the torturous fog so they wouldn't veer too far off course, and the waves... tested how fast they could fly out of their reach. But in all, the main thing to note is that he was getting lucky. He would attest the lack of actual trouble to skill, but it was really luck and Whirlwind's uncanny ability to find land.
So eventually, Nysat's luck ran out when he flew into a curtain of fog so thick he could barely see his hand in front of his own face. It was too late to go back when he heard the rolling thunder around him, and Whirlwind's wings were already too heavy to fly any higher than they already were. When the downpour came, they had no choice but to swim along until they hit some form of land.
By the time the fog let up Nysat was soaked through his furs and the air was freezing him down to the bone. He had nearly taken the scarf off his head when he realized water would get through his mask without it. He and Whirlwind both knew they needed to find land soon.