Post by firebird on Aug 12, 2011 19:06:53 GMT -5
Redion was not in good physical condition. He was no hunter, had no practice in killing things desperately trying to run or fight back. If only there were a crossbow to be had, then he could hunt wherries for himself and Perispeth. As it was, the only thing he had a remote chance with was spear-fishing. It chafed that he couldn't hunt the beasts of the jungle with any chance of actually killing one.
But Perispeth was growing and needed an increasing amount of meat, so Redion had started giving up meals for his dragon's sake. The brown needed to grow up strong so that the other outlaws would someday see him as something other than a waste of resources. Unfortunately, the constant itching of the brown's hide was painful and distracting. Red had found that his fishing was off, that the itching was irritating him into carelessness.
So on this surprisingly cool morning, Redion had decided to go look for oily fruits and nuts instead of spending his time fishing. Anything that could alleviate Perispeth's suffering would do, but he hoped that he would find something that could be eaten after the oil was pressed out.
Redion stood outside the main entrance to the cave system, preparing for the trip. He had torn off the sleeves of his jumpsuit and tied off one end of each to make a serviceable sack. If the journey were successful, he could tie together the free ends and sling them over Perispeth's neck so that he could have his hands free to hold more things. He doubted he would find that much, though.
We'll be traveling a ways, Perispeth. Are you ready? he asked as began to walk to the edge of the jungle. Redion wanted to go where someone hadn't been recently, so he was checking for signs of activity.
The dragon sniffed the air as he walked alongside his rider. As ready as I'll ever be. Let's go around the mountain a bit; the smell of the others is strong. There won't be much left in this direction.
But Perispeth was growing and needed an increasing amount of meat, so Redion had started giving up meals for his dragon's sake. The brown needed to grow up strong so that the other outlaws would someday see him as something other than a waste of resources. Unfortunately, the constant itching of the brown's hide was painful and distracting. Red had found that his fishing was off, that the itching was irritating him into carelessness.
So on this surprisingly cool morning, Redion had decided to go look for oily fruits and nuts instead of spending his time fishing. Anything that could alleviate Perispeth's suffering would do, but he hoped that he would find something that could be eaten after the oil was pressed out.
Redion stood outside the main entrance to the cave system, preparing for the trip. He had torn off the sleeves of his jumpsuit and tied off one end of each to make a serviceable sack. If the journey were successful, he could tie together the free ends and sling them over Perispeth's neck so that he could have his hands free to hold more things. He doubted he would find that much, though.
We'll be traveling a ways, Perispeth. Are you ready? he asked as began to walk to the edge of the jungle. Redion wanted to go where someone hadn't been recently, so he was checking for signs of activity.
The dragon sniffed the air as he walked alongside his rider. As ready as I'll ever be. Let's go around the mountain a bit; the smell of the others is strong. There won't be much left in this direction.
