Post by giftwrapped on Apr 25, 2011 23:11:06 GMT -5
For a moment, Arene looked hard at C'ross and Merceth. Then she stood up slowly, wincing again (Faranth, being punched in the kidneys hurt, why hadn't she remembered that before she started this sharding brawl). There was the barest hesitation when he told her to get out, but she didn't need to be told twice. Anyath leaned down to facilitate her mounting up, and as she secured her straps, her attention remained entirely on the dragon. Then, just before the blue leaped back into the sky, she turned to look at C'ross and Merceth again.
"Wingleader," she said, that shit-eating grin returning to her expression. "Always a pleasure."
And then she and the blue were off.
"Wingleader," she said, that shit-eating grin returning to her expression. "Always a pleasure."
And then she and the blue were off.
