Lethalia had come to realize her drake was, in a sense, quite spoiled. Dominant with plenty of hatchlings of his own running about the city, hasn't lost a battle, won a tournament for that matter - which was almost a series of flukes. His competitors were a series of unbroken browns, a hen who just wasn't quite able to match his speed but would have been terrifying had she, and a higher tiered drake with branching horns that was as fast as her drake, but Vidarr managed to luck his way into the first blow. But, try and tell a now-dominant creature that his stint in the pit didn't really count to someone - because what would the thoughts of others really matter to a drake?
She thought about it all the time, and wasn't quite sure why it tormented her so. Vidarr's win was hard earned, with all of the intensive training she poured into the young drake, her failure to break him successfully that left her with huge claw marks across the tops of her thighs. His win, his dominance, his daughters, it was all an inarguable result of their hard work. So why didn't she feel that it was such a fluke, when a tournament winning dominant drake was one of her biggest accomplishments? Did people think as little of her win as her guilt brought her to feel?
It could have been in part Vidarr's attitude towards it all. He was big, dominant, king of his castle and completely unchallenged by anything but his owner, the only one who has 'defeated' him up until this point.
That also meant he had become cryingly lazy.
It was in due part her fault for allowing his lethargy to turn into the drake losing his 'dominance'. Lethalia didn't all realize it could happen once they'd become top dog, but apparently keeping up appearances to whoop even the occasional brown was enough to keep those hormones flowing, or something like that. Sarane were bizarre creatures. Whatever it was, she could see the change in him over time. He would never lose his additional size from becoming dominant, and still lorded over her farm as his territory, but he didn't seem motivated much beyond retaining what land he has.
That was what made her start hauling his ass out more, taking him flying just to get him 'out of the house'. And then started on installing steering, which was admittedly far too long in the making.
And that was what brought about the change she hadn't known she was waiting for, but seized the opening with all her might.
|Boring!| he'd finally snapped at her, while the satyr had been trying to goad him into learning something in the air. His interruption had made her near instantly forget what her original intent had been, but she'd probably been attempting to 'install' some steering into the drake.
|Boring, huh?| she implores, not having known she was awaiting this moment, but tackling it as gingerly as she can before Vidarr has a mind to take it back. |Here I thought you liked playing in the air.|
|Boring.| With a slight bob of his head as if to nod like he's seen his owner do, though it does little to emphasize his point and more to cause his owner to put a lid on her giggling. Vidarr was one creature that disliked being laughed at, certainly. |No fight.|
|There aren't any fights going on right now-| an automatic protest came upon her lips before stopping herself amidst the thought, realizing what she may be able to get Vidarr into doing from here. There weren't any sarane tournaments coming up, that much was true. But creatures and owners who were looking for a fight? Rumor was, a tournament open to all creatures was in the works! |...you still wanna fight, huh?| she steered her words instead.
|Fight!| Vidarr parroted enthusiastically.
|What if... they're not drakes?|
This one provokes more thought from Vidarr, but aside from those creatures he hunts and those he's not allowed to touch in his owner's paddocks, she doesn't think he holds a real awareness of creatures that weren't adversary drakes or available hens. |Yes!| comes the response shortly; after all, what could bring harm to him? Clearly there's not a lot such a simple creature could comprehend; this was enough of an abstract thought to not give him all that much pause.
|Are you willing to work for it?|
Lethalia can literally feel the suspicion he begins to radiate - puts a whole new spin on being thrown shade. But he ponders and then responds positively, without words.
It had been just the opening she was waiting for with Vidarr, she just hadn't known it till it happened.
|Let's go start then. Right now.|
The next few moments found Vidarr landing at her house, the satyr digging out her foam-padded arrows and a gym membership card, both of which had been handily forgotten about in the last few years. Another few minutes found her flying with Vidarr to the gym.
It has literally never been so easy to get Vidarr here. Lethalia's head spun with the speed in which the trajectory of not only her whole day changed, but likely the next month. Another marathon of hanging out with Vidarr and teaching him literally as much as she could before a tournament?
This would be fun for them both. Gods knew they needed it.
Vidarr compressed his wings to slide into the gym's sliding doors, Lethalia flashing her membership card to the white tigress behind the desk. Though she did with some trepidation since she'd only been here once before, and the card had been rotting in a drawer somewhere since, she was waved on with no problem.
Lethalia found that she was grinning to herself, walking through the complex to the outdoor training area she preferred. It had been such a long time since they'd been here; Vidarr was so much younger then, smaller. Funny to think of the 'smaller' growing drake who was slightly gawky in his youth, figuring out just how to run around a track without stumbling. It would have been hard to fathom back then, that he was going to grow into... well, this!
Given all of Vidarr's time off, he's taking to the gym with much less complaint than she'd been anticipating. Perhaps he really had been bored with all of his time off, especially since he didn't even complain about the foam arrows he once hated with a passion. It was likely she was going to be reminding him of his dislike soon.
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|Run?| he asks, surprising Lethalia he could even care to recall such a long time ago, especially with all of his kvetching back then.
|Yeah, go warm up while I set up.|
He didn't entirely get the meaning of 'warming up', but her answer was affirmative enough to get him moving towards the track - before once again stopping all together. His big head swung back to the flying saddle still on his back, unsure of how to ask his question. |Off?| he inquires, flank twitching to make him look rather equine-like. |Run more good?|
|I'll use it later, keep it on.|
Vidarr mentally grumbled his displeasure, never having had to go to the gym with this blasted saddle on before. Unfair.
Ignoring the whiny drake's emotions, Lethalia obtained the poles she had purchased the use of from the gym's store from the nearby shed, as well as the hurtles they had used when he was younger. Vidarr would swing wide around her when he crossed her path on the track, almost seeming to ignore her in his small fit. The hurtles went on the other straight stretch of the track, for now. Perhaps she could alternate them once he got the feel for this again, and learned how to use those weaving poles. That was fine, let him pout. She paid him little mind as she went about finding the slots in the ground for the weaving poles, mentally trying to figure out the right distance to start out with, measuring the gaps as Vidarr ran by. As she tried to judge her spacing, she became aware of how much larger of a gap she was going to have to give him now.
Lethalia takes pause in dragging the hurdles out, one eye on Vidarr as he runs around the track. The size of him is just incredible now. Dominant drakes get bigger, according to the radio and everybody else who owns them, and she's even witnessed it in Stark. But Vidarr's growth was just striking with the help of the potion she'd originally been dubious about. Hopefully at least some of his fitness could be attributed to their hard work and only a little bit of magic medicine. She was quite happy he retained his size even if he no longer appeared to be dominant and seeking mates.
|Alright Vidarr,| she says, as the drake finishes his 'short' run, coming ambling back up to his owner. |Ready to get back into it, with all of those days off to be lazy?|
Vidarr looks over the course, and Lethalia can feel his tinge of disappointment about it being the same. |Okay,| he agrees, not really to answer either question, just a hollow confirmation. He's probably beginning to rethink his previous excitement for the gym after actually being in it for a while and remembering what it entails.
|We will do some new stuff, I promise,| she assures him. Although he hadn't seemed to think it was all that funny when she suggested he do the underwater agility course because it would be 'something different'. Little did he know what was coming. |We just know this way works well, so let's practice with it just a bit more, just to get started.|
|Okay,| he repeats, but it's accompanied by a little sigh. Maybe he'd been hoping it'd be more entertaining this time around.
|Alright, I won't shoot you with anything the first go-around. Ignore those colorful sticks that are poked in the ground for now.|
He's been through these paces so many times, it's second nature to find his starting spot on the track. As always, he hunkers down and readies himself before sprinting off, coming around the bend and building speed as he approaches the hurtles. Lethalia wonders briefly if his larger size may make him run around the track faster - it's certainly harder to move with grace with more mass, isn't it? Moving more gracefully could only benefit him, and perhaps even learn him how to use his size more effectively.
He might have more work to to lifting his front half up now, but it looks a little... too easy to get himself over that hurtle. It looks awful small now, compared to what she remembered last time. Vidarr lands with his front legs splayed to avoid running directly into the next hurtle, and his hind end skids beneath him, his rear still tying to go forward on it's own despite it's owner's change in trajectory.
Instead of getting hung up on a jump like the first time he's done this and misjudged his jump, he literally could stand over them. It's fairly clear that the sarane's entire length wouldn't have fit between the two jumps, either, considering he stopped short and still smashed his face into the next. Whoops. She had literally even been staring at him trying to get it right, was she really so disillusioned with his size?
Though the woman tries to hide her giggling at Vidarr's misfortune, she swears between her tittering; how could she have gotten it that wrong? She hadn't been to the gym with him since his tournament, and... maybe her measurements were a little bit off with the jumps. It wasn't as routine as she was thinking, especially with such an amount of time and growth between trips. Feeling significantly stupid for such a large oversight, the woman jogs over to Vidarr to help free him, mirth subsiding.
It was still kind of funny he smacked his face on one, though.
|Sorry Vidarr, just wait a second - I think we need to redo these,| she admits, cheeks burning like they always do when she messes something up. |Uh. You're... a significant amount bigger than last time. Sorry, big guy.| Lethalia can feel the drake silently seething as she helps make sure his hind legs don't get stuck when pulling them out from the hurtle. |We'll bring out some equillion jumps - they should suit you better.| And the poles would just fall, unlike a stationary hurdle.
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Though Vidarr didn't take kindly to being compared to an equillion in any way. He's still sulking around the water trough as she tries to soothe him, softly talking to him over their ribbon while she set about putting away the hurtles first. Lethalia makes sure she sets about putting the bending poles a little further apart so she doesn't mess that up the first time, either. It wouldn't do either of them any good if she continued to deter Vidarr from his work when he was somewhat willing originally. She doesn't mention that hooved prey are most known for using these, either.
The equillion jumps felt flimsy when she brought those out, just two stands to each, with matching sets of pegs to hold more of those bending poles on them. Instead of getting caught up in an entire hurtle that wasn't even sized for him anyway, he would just knock the pole over - though she still had to place them quite far up to be large enough for him. She made sure these jumps were significantly more spaced out than last time, less likely to make her drake... well, biff it again.
Still sulking off to the side, Vidarr watched what his owner was doing with slightly narrowed eyes. He might be upset with her, but what else was there for him to do while he waited?
|Look, I'm sorry for messing the jumps up, okay? I can't get everything right.| Especially when she lacks the ability to write things down. Lethalia's envious of the ability to write down neat little lists, keep track of everything. Even being able to read the labs' notes on the creatures she owned would be quite useful, but she has to harass Saira every time she wants something read off... like all of her letters from the tournament. One screw-up often provides a reminder of others; Lethalia growls to herself, and even Vidarr looks mildly concerned.
|Just - run out some of your frustration with me, okay?| she offers, sighing and picking up her bow and odd ammo. |And I'll do the same with these, you're warmed up enough. Maybe you'll actually be better at dodging if you're a bit mad,| she tries to tease; there wasn't anything to make him not mad at this point. So they might as well press on, since she wasn't about to let a little hissy fit of his cause them to go home. No, he was still going to have to do work, upset or not.
Vidarr still minds her well at least, because the even larger canister of foam arrows she's armed herself with this time certainly isn't going to improve his mood.
Lethalia poses with her arrow nocked and drawn, and she tracks Vidarr with it as he gets up to speed. As soon as the drake hits that first straight stretch and avoids the bending poles for now, she loose the string. It's difficult getting a true aim with the bulky foam on the end, but the arrow gives Vidarr a good thump on the hind leg anyway.
|Hah! Already forgetting the training we worked on? That was all for nothing, huh?| she teases, even as she fires another.
|No!| Vidarr snaps, but at least there's the hint of joking in his 'tone'.
|Maybe you're just fat after laying around so much after the tournament,| she jabs, getting a growl she can hear across the track when she snags him in the rear a second time, even though he makes an attempt at tucking it under himself to avoid the hit. To be fair to the drake, he has kept in pretty decent shape even in his time off. They few together as near as every day as she could fit in, went hunting on his own, harassed her poor meat-critters in their paddock. It felt like he ought to be in better shape than this. Vidarr is, of course, getting annoyed with this routine already, declaring it boring through their ribbon. Lethalia's still nocking her arrows loosely, giving the drake time to react. If she was actually trying, he'd be faring even worse. |I'm even taking it easy on you!|
|Prove it!| he snaps, and she can feel his agitation rising; with a creature so based in instinct, his feelings are so much like a physical force. It's hard managing it.
|Maybe when you can handle it!| she goads anyway, firing a bold shot at his head.
She would have been smarter to have intentionally missed.
A flash of red-hot anger throbs in her skull for a beat of her heart - as slow as she can hear the beat in her head is all the reassurance she needs to know it's a pretty accurate measure of time.
The opening and the closing of her heart, just once is all she hears rushing in her ears like it was trying to drown her. A gasp later she surfaced, finding herself on the ground instead of the sea, despite what her equilibrium is telling her. Hand to her temple, Lethalia forces a larger calm breath, the ringing in her ears too loud to hear Vidarr's approach until he's beside her. He would understand she wasn't dead as long as he could 'feel' that she was conscious again, so he was fine to sit there and wait for her. She didn't feel all that gravely injured, but took the time to lay there and recover for a moment. Assess damage... in a second, here.
In spite of his anger having not completely faded, Vidarr hovers over her as close as he dares. Though he's not sure what happened, the drake doesn't expect her to be pleased once she gets up again. Still, Lethalia can feel him practically thrumming with his need to protect her, concern over this unusual happening winning over at his flash of rage.
It's strange yet having an emotional connection with a drake; let alone because sarane are so much different in their feelings Almost as if it's more... raw, than the connection with Mavelle. The equillion's emotions almost feel further away, but they do bounce around erratically enough to sometimes make Lethalia jittery herself. Vidarr's feelings are always like a deep rumble, something from within the bones, especially when the feelings are particularly tied to instinct. They rarely change strongly - a more annoyed buzzing once in a while, a thrumming contentedness on occasion. His soaring joy had been something to experience while bringing him out in the storm to learn to fly with her - she looked forward to sharing it with him again.
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Last Edit: May 8, 2019 16:49:20 GMT -6 by Lethalia
Through their run through Vidarr's first tournament, his emotions didn't try and tug at hers very often at first. It could have been how newly formed their bond had been at the time, but for at least the first couple of battles all she could feel was the 'thread' connecting them abuzz with his energy. In fact, he was probably more bothered by her nervous energy than she had been! Leave it to the prey side of her brain to mess with her, amplify her nervousness. But when Vidarr's winning streak set in, and the big guy began to really take pure joy in the bloody swath he cut through the pit... She didn't know how to handle a drake's larger-than-life feelings, and they battered her constantly as the tournament grew into it's later stages. Though she's no pacifist, there was no joy when she loosened an arrow into her targets, dispatched it with a knife.
Taking enjoyment in it, even if the emotions weren't her own, made her ill in ways she didn't realize possible.
But now that she has a few years of working with the beasts? It's simply embarrassing that she should still have such a violent reaction. Three tournaments she'd been through now, two 'gauntlets' of browns to get Esti and Stark dominant without the need of a tournament. Let alone being an ourtunner and hunter for the Grand Caravan, she should be immune to the sight of blood by now. But a lick of anger from Vidarr is apparently enough to floor her now?!
It was probably quite a length of time she was laying there, a mammoth drake head hovering above her in concern about her stillness. Lethalia was too wrapped up in her pondering to care much about how long it had been.
Anger clutches her chest a the memories, unfair and slightly unbidden; it was embarrassing enough she got sick at the tournament because of him, and now it has to happen here, when they're not even fighting?. Vidarr's head jerks back when her eyes crack open, as if he hadn't been wanting to be caught staring. Her flash of anger is enough to make him back up a few paces, giving her space. The forest drake doesn't know what to make of this; so seldom seen, and so much different. Is this a hen's ire? His comes in one big wave - and it carries him along with it during his fights. A hen's bloodlust, apparently, pulses and pulls at him, searing and sharp as opposed to boiling over like his.
He backed a few more paces away as she finally hauls herself up, taking slow breaths to calm her trembling hands, both from frustration and recent lack of consciousness. It still startled and knocked the wind out of her, but she seemed like she was mostly fine. Just having ire stoked even further by the fact than she'd been startled. Gods, someone had once teased her about being a fainting goat - she'd just smite herself right on the spot if that really was the case. Ugh. Remaining a respectful distance away, Vidarr ducks his head down to eye level with his owner as she flops onto her knees, searching for the willingness to get up. She's probably fine now, but laying back down in the dirt seems just as nice of a choice right now.
Did other people have this problem with drakes? How could they not? Better question yet, because they tend to not mention the finer points of this kind of thing on the radio, how do you fix it?
|Lethalia?| Vidarr ventures, slowly and carefully, and she looks up to find his bright cat eyes searching for hers. Hearing him say her name is startling enough; it was something of a shock he even knew it! It's enough of a chink in her armor that it disrupts her anger, just enough to feel it release it's hold on her and enabling the woman to suck in a breath she'd been unaware of holding. That snap of anger Vidarr shared probably still thrummed in her veins as well, and in some ways riding on foreign emotions felt like coming down from some kind of drug. Bulwark of emotion letting down, it gives way to actually feel his fear -
She didn't even know... Vidarr was capable of being frightened. Of anything. He didn't mean to hurt her - he's never meant to hurt her. Especially with something so foreign a concept to the drake as an emotional link... it's her fault she hasn't figured out how to get any sort of handle on it yet. At the very least she owes it to him to get up and abade his worry slightly, because of course she was never going to admit to feeling this way.
Lethalia breathes deep, hands still as they rest on her kneeling thighs, hooves stuck out behind her. Man, today definitely sucked more than she had expected.
|Come over here, Vidarr,| she directs, reaching her hand out to him. |And lay down.| She's not such a good person that she could shake her anger entirely, still having her nerves frayed to cause her hand to tremble as she reaches for Vidarr's neck. She unwillingly gets up on one hoof to reach the saddle horn, hauling the rest of herself up with a grip on his withers.
Her first thought is to give in for the day and just... slink home. Ugh. Managing to be offended with herself for that thought, she chose to rest half on the seat of the saddle for a moment. It wouldn't be the best idea to carry on had she actually blacked out or hit her head, but the dots in her vision began to fade as she rested and managed to breathe. Rolling herself out of the saddle to instead lean against Vidarr's side for support, she kneaded her scalp, feeling for any new bumps or sore spots. Well, it didn't feel like she'd hit her head. Probably a good thing she was placed in the grassy center of the track.
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Last Edit: May 8, 2019 16:49:39 GMT -6 by Lethalia
So, she seemed fine - and with that thought, her hazel eyes dart across the room as if scanning for predators. Might as well be, for as much as she'd hope she was dead if anybody had seen that, let alone do something like be coming to check on her! It was more and more likely they would be sharing the gym with someone so close to a tournament. Ready to try and just melt into the earth if someone hailed them, Lethalia was able to breathe a deep sigh of relief when there didn't appear to be anybody around. Or if they had, the episode was brief enough nobody noticed.
That meant either she fainted, or was maybe even some kind of panic attack that made her drop, but she couldn't recall what she had felt like before blacking out for that moment. It did though feel like her bodily operations were on manual mode for the moment, having to remind herself to breathe as she centered herself.
Certain she wouldn't just collapse once she stopped leaning on her drake, Lethalia wandered over to her bag to rummage out her water bottle, drinking deeply of it once she found it. Vidarr's eyes upon her was slightly unsettling for the knowledge that he was watching her without even looking at him - like being able to feel someone's eyes on you with a literal sixth sense, rather than just getting the inkling something was peering your way.
"Okay..." she breathes, much more to herself than him. "Okay." Lethalia finally meets Vidarr's gaze, the most of his worries having melted away as she got up and started moving around. "Are we ready t' try that one again, Vidarr?" she beseeches him out loud, head still pulsing enough to deter her from using the ribbon for now. Considering that, the woman returns to her bag to rummage for the painkillers she seldom used.
There's an awareness in the back of her mind that he shares the same dubiousness she does at recovering this day; they had their differences and their blunders just like any kind of team. It wasn't as though that much had happened that the day should feel so insurmountable, and it felt quite childish to act like they couldn't carry on after everything.
They had to carry on. Lethalia wouldn't allow them to leave without an entire workout under their belt.
"Let's try that again, then," she concludes, strolling over to where her bow had dropped near her bucket of arrows, trying to come across as much less bothered than she was. The negative feelings draining away left something of an emptiness in their wake. The bow looks fine too, it's probably a wonder she hadn't hit herself with it. Or gotten the string caught in a horn... that's pretty horrible.
Vidarr's still rooted in place, unsure of what to make of the rapid change of things, fury and then something was happening he didn't understand, and now he was supposed to go and return to what they had been doing, just like that? Feeling his hesitation, Lethalia prompts him, |It's easier to not think about if you go and do something, so come and do something with me.| He shuffles for a moment before approaching, pouching his nose to her offered palm before he would return to the track.
|Let's go, I want to see if I got those jumps right first,| she tells him with a grand wave of her arms, garnering a snort from Vidarr even in his current state. "Let's go, Vidarr!"
Oh gods, if the alternative to running and getting shot at was his owner getting louder on him, he'll gladly take participating in her silly exercises! A warning shot just behind him alongside the first threat is enough to get the drake jogging on the track again. They were really still going to do this, weren't they? Ugh. He had wanted to go here, sort of. But he wasn't sure this is what he really wanted, because the gym bored him - might keep him busy for some time, but it's not his kind of exercise.
But it's unlikely he'd ever ask to be trained something, even if he's thinking it might've been a little better than this. But more training to maim things, not what direction was what. That was the kind of tedium he didn't want more of.
Though she picks up a few arrows, Lethalia lets him get at least once lap in - avoiding the row of bending poles for now, because he can't even really guess how they're used. The size of the jumps seems to throw him for a moment, jumping a bit too late on the first while he was still trying to figure them out. At least this time all it does it knock a poll onto the ground, leaving the drake much more upright this time. Though he slows for a moment to make sure this time there isn't a hurtle around any of his legs, Vidarr recovers quickly enough to spring over the next jump. The third and fourth are more fluid, and he pops over those with the intended pace or so between them.
Grinning to herself, Lethalia trots over to right the felled poll before Vidarr can reach that side of the track again. It was just really fun to watch him, especially that he was becoming capable of figuring out what he'd done wrong the first time. Or at least it seemed damn like he recovered like he'd learned something.
The woman takes aim at Vidarr as she walks back to the center of the track, pausing to plant her hooves and loose her first arrow at his chest. He'd probably wanted to look cool and cut the arrow to pieces, but was only paying enough attention to jerk back out of it's path, but still grasped at the arrow as it whizzed by. It was likely that he'd be capable of catching a few of them by the time they were done here, especially how slowly and ponderously these ones fly through the air in comparison to a normal arrow. They felt so sluggish, it took a bit of working to ensure she's actually hitting him - it was a set that might as well be a toy anyway, so there was that.
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It wasn't a bad dodge for the first, though! He did get nicked in the wing on his way over the first jump again, but at least he clears that successfully this time. He yanks his neck away from one arrow even if she does cause a little misstep on his way to the next jump, staggering a bit awkwardly to set up the next one. Drakes aren't especially meant to be running around on the ground and jumping like this, so the unusual movements were hopefully going to be good exercise for the drake. (The thought that they walked rather like very large lizards, or even kind of like chickens is pretty entertaining. Those comparisons would bother the drake a whole lot more!)
Perhaps he could do better on the jumps if she would just let him jump! Lethalia gets a slight sense that this probably went down pretty similarly the first time they were here, especially when Vidarr snaps the next one of the arrows out of the air. The woman has to smirk a little at that one; did that mean Vidarr was getting any better?
It's weird to think how young he was when she was last thinking something similar. It might not feel like it sometimes, but he really has grown up quite a lot since then. His growth had always come in such huge strides, it felt like she barely held that tiny hatchling for a few weeks before it spring into a raging teenage drake that needed breaking - and required some medial mending of her own as a result of said adolescent drake. Then going from that, to his growth potion and being in the tournament and dominant... It all happened so suddenly when he was younger that she didn't realize when he'd actually 'grown up.' Perhaps re-training his more adult frame will be good for him! It could also be good that she hadn't pushed him training in the gym more when he was that young.
If she hadn't been daydreaming about everything yet again, maybe she could aim better even with these blasted arrows! Vidarr sails over his last two jumps and doesn't seem to notice a few arrows that bounce off of his saddle, and the satyr can't decide if she wanted to call that a miss on her part or if Vidarr ought to be dodging those, too... The little glint in the corner of his eye told her he was aware of them, and coyly checking her to see how she would react. Though Vidarr hardly needed any more victories, Lethalia let him have the win with a little smirk at the thought of letting the drake get away with thinking he was some kind of clever. It's a bit cute, in spite of the kind of toothy beast in question. Maybe he needed a little more leniency to recover their day.
The next oddly-flying arrow comes at Vidarr's feet, causing him to skitter a little to dodge it and ducking past another at his head. Something in the drake's mind tells him to make his wings smaller, and less of a target - as they tended to puff and flare up as he got more worked up. For most circumstances, posturing a little when 'in the moment' and ready to fight is a positive thing for a drake trying to look even bigger. This isn't exact;y a boon when attempting to make one sleeker moving, and especially not when it involves dodging projectiles. His wings rustle and flatten just in time to avoid another attack, even if the next one does flounce off of his hip.
Vidarr's nostrils flare, looking like he's getting a bit worked up by all that's going on. It requires more of his concentration than he likes, having to watch and listen for the bow being fired and dodge what he can see coming at him, while not tripping on himself. And he has to keep his eyes in front of himself, because tripping over the jumps is a lot more obvious and inconvenient even than tripping over his own feet. He'd also whipped himself into a rather fast gallop around the track, for no real reason. It kind of just happened as he started running and dodging more arrows, it began to fee better to keep his momentum going. With a huff and a twist to dodge again while going over a jump, Vidarr wonders if he's getting any more successful at this so-called grace that she touts.
When Vidarr's so winded he grunts with the effort of heaving himself over the last jump, Lethalia calls him to a stop. It's probably time for a rest, since this kind of exercise isn't about the drake's endurance. Drakes didn't sweat to vent off their heat, so it seemed like it might be wise to not overwork him if he can't cool down, especially with warmer weather coming to greet them by the day.
Fatigued as he may feel, Vidarr clearly doesn't understand why his owner bid him to stop. Though he may not see it, he's already looking overheated as he wanders curiously back to his owner. Jaws were agape, not to pant, but to cool off like many reptiles would. His wings lifted back away from his spine where they'd been tucked away to play, lifting to cool the membranes off - it seemed like a nice way to be capable of cooling oneself off with. The thinness of those wings, and cooling off all those tiny vessels and capillaries must feel lovely.
|Come get a drink with me, I'm ready for a break,| she beckons, so as to not imply to the drake they'd taken a break for him. He never would agree to take any pause so long as it was his choice, and that went especially if she'd gave him the inkling they may be stopping because he couldn't handle it. Of course that was the issue with working with drakes, or at least this one in particular; it was unwise to challenge his prowess, less it become a real competition to either one-up her or simply prove her wrong.
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Last Edit: May 8, 2019 16:50:17 GMT -6 by Lethalia
That was the thing with working with the drake, as it would be forever more. It wasn't something she could reason with, just... a simple force of nature. You could direct and hone and make attempts to quell nature's wrath all you can, but in the end, the chaotic quality of the wilds would prove uncompromising with the wishes of humanoids. It was rather bold of them to begin to think they could tame and control it, wasn't it?
Lethalia would love him to the end of the world and back in spite of it, and the woman finds herself blinking away tears at the sudden cognizance of that. Perhaps she hadn't allowed herself to acknowledge it yet; she really did love him, didn't she? Not entirely the same way she dotes on all of her creatures, especially since in some small way, she feels that Vidarr returns the feeling. It's not the unending loyalty of a vulticus, for to Vidarr to show even the merest amount of tenderness towards her went against everything that made a drake, a Drake. Even if identifying a soft emotion like affection from a drake was a hell of a lot different than any other creature, it was there.
It wasn't unlikely that she saw her relationship with Vidarr through rose colored goggles the woman pondered to herself. Though she raises her water bottle to her lips, it's mostly used to veil her eyes from the drake's sight as he drank deeply from the water trough. He'd stop if he knew she was watching, and so she did her best to avert her eyes if he was looking near his owner. She had told herself not to romanticize him when he was so tiny he fit in her arms, and yet breaking him still caught her off guard. She told herself that while he flailed his way through the tournament, but found herself getting sick at every strike that looked like it might actually fly true enough to harm him. She keeps telling herself this, and look where she is now.
Vidarr may well be one of the longest lasting 'relationships' she's ever had.
The idea is absurd enough to crack a smile on her face, suddenly bubbling into a cackle at the mere idea. Vidarr jerks his head out of the water trough with the suddenness of of it, rivulets of water still spilling out of his mouth as he came up. It does nothing to remedy her mirth which transforms into a short bought of laughter, the woman now clutching her stomach at the sight of him. Yes, this was absolutely boyfriend material, right there.
|I'm not laughing at you, I promise,| she tells his skeptical eyes, still giggling to herself as she reassured him. It's hard to blame the drake for his withering looks. Her act isn't exactly convincing even to him, but she was definitely only laughing at him a little bit. Not that he'd believe she was laughing at herself, she instead quells herself with a clearing of her throat. There's no wiping the smile off of her face, but she quiets down and places a hand on Vidarr's nose (now that he's stopped dribbling everywhere) in hopes of preventing further offense.
At least getting him to pause for a little while seemed to be going how she'd hoped. Even though he abhorred working like this, he could also try and keep going forever if he thought it was being implied he couldn't, indeed, go on forever. Since the idea hadn't been brought up, Vidarr sits ungracefully in the grass, upper half sliding down into the cool lawn. A massive sigh expands his ribcage as the drake sets his head down on his forepaws, a side eyed glance thrown her way. He could very well plop down wherever he pleased and she wouldn't be able to do much about that, but it's nice he seeks permission for some things. It's odd what things he tends to ask about and which ones he just does, though.
The woman smiled as she watched him, and as much as she'd love to curl up with him, the gym doesn't feel like the place she wants to take a nap. As long as there's a choice in the matter of taking a dirt nap, which today proved that she couldn't always choose. As it was, she grabbed her journal out of her bag since she'd need something to do while letting Vidarr nap. Even with the saddle still on, he's already dozing. Though she carefully makes note of where his tail tip is before she seats herself, the woman is otherwise fearless about sitting up against the hollow the curled up drake made with his body, leaning against his substantial side.
There's been many times at this point that she's been utterly convinced that Vidarr was going to be the death of her. None of those event came to pass thus far, and Lethalia intended to keep it that way. Damned if she got through all she did with the drake, only to waste away to that poisonous spade. They hadn't gotten this far for an end so mundane - she could've perished to breaking him, or falling out of the air with the big guy... Poison's not so much the way to go.
Though she's a bit confused - one source claimed that a tropical pure green sarane made poison in that vicious looking spear. Others call it toxin, and yet more called it a 'sting', as maddeningly broad as that was. Ah well, the contents of it didn't matter - she was leaving it as well alone as she could. Though it brought about the wondering if one could become immune to it like some of those brave and / or foolhardy people who injected themselves with snake venom. Hm. There's a thought, but it's not one for her.
The duration of Vidarr's nap found her notebook pages filling with sketches of that spaded tailtip, and eventually tiny pictures of the drake himself. She was beginning to think on how his daughters would grow up to look before she resurfaced from the depths of her thoughts, luckily only wandering around them. Not today, brain - she's not going to cause herself needless suffering by getting trapped in there just now. Time to get moving again.
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Last Edit: May 8, 2019 16:50:35 GMT -6 by Lethalia
Lethalia closes her journal on her partially finished impression of Vidarr's daughters, with an acknowledgement to herself that she ought not finish them. There was no point in pondering it if she could instead just... watch the girls grow. That sounded like the wiser course than prodding herself with ideas of what might or might not happen with them; all she knew is that Vidarr was dominant and high enough 'quality' that his daughters were absolutely going to be flighted. It's kind of exciting.
The satyr's back goes cold when it leaves her cozy spot nestled against Vidarr, hefting herself upright with a small noise. Journal tossed aside and another swig of water later, the drake began to stir. Something about the woman shuffling around beside him and stretching out her cramped muscles seemed to cause his sleeping to lighten. Even if he's not immediately thinking about it, he's clearly aware of her presence and her shifting.
Lethalia stretched one leg in front of herself, reaching down towards her ankle and grabbing it in a satisfying stretch. Her back lets out a little crackling for being stationary for such a long time, and she's getting pretty sure that they'd rested longer than was her intent. It would do well for Vidarr's willingness she hopes as she reaches for the opposite leg, feeling nice to unfold herself.
As she continues stretching other muscles, he stirs a bit more, as if reluctant to actually wake up just yet. Eventually he can bear opening an eye to watch her, already resigned to his fate now that he's really awake. He doesn't even have to look at her; she knows. Might as well get up and shake himself awake in the sun and quiet without her prompting him to.
Allowing the drake to come back to her, Lethali's hand follows his neck down before jumping a little to reach the saddle without having to ask him to lay down. Vidarr sighs and doesn't stop to allow her to get her footing more easily, just drifting onto a hoof, hauling herself up into the sear soon enough. No thanks to this asshole. Lethalia found her balance easily, leaning over Vidarr's neck a little as she found her balance on the drake. Now, it was strange to be on the saddle while they were still on the ground. I twas hard to believe how accustomed she'd become to being in the air to find herself preferring it.
|So the poles,| she starts, hoping to keep Vidarr's attention if she kept things moving quickly. |Just head towards 'em.| At least he's curious for now. It felt odd to be doing this without the help of reins, and she felt a little stupid for not having taught him directions yet. Well, perhaps this could actually be useful to start teaching him it later on... But for now, she could probably get by as long as she kept him a willing participant.
One pole goes by her right side, and so she leans as far to the right as she can, attempting to change Vidarr's course further that way. |Now lean this way...| Lethalia jerks her shoulder in to avoid the next one that whizzes by her right again. |Go on the other side.| Another small attempt at directing him, leaning a little harder to the side. She's pretty sure she's gotten the spacing right this time, but his slow reaction means she has to jerk her leg up to avoid getting scraped off on the next pole even as it skids down Vidarr's side and the panel of the saddle - but at least it goes by on the left this time? She winces, hoping it didn't harm anything terribly.
|Okay, again, but the other way!| she informs him, swaying her weight over to the left as soon as she could to help try and give him the idea of how quickly he was going to be having to try and change trajectory around the poles. She wasn't entirely sure if ideas of collection of the gait and carriage of weight would even apply to something that moved like a dragon as opposed to an equine, but she wonders if it would've helped him here. Could be interesting to look into, in the future.
The woman has to dodge the next pole too, but at least he seems to be already getting the idea of weaving through the poles. Not that it's too advanced of an idea, but she's pleased with him anyway. It feels remarkably different how Vidarr moves, feeling like either cat or slinky in comparison to more traditional mounts. And, to be fair, there were really cat mounts around here. But before feeling it, she hadn't really thought about how a sarane would have to be more conscious of the rest of their body than more traditional mounts, too. His hind end trailed behind him, and he seemed to knock a stifle or hind foot on most. Each trip and stumble got him a little agitated, so she tried not to fuss over it.
|Turn around, let's go at them a few more times!| He already seems a little winded, especially to him, it kind of felt like dodging those things! It was a lot different of an exercise than he was used to. This was enough exercise for him for the time being, could they go home now? Or just start flying and call that their workout for the day.
Some might have been bothered by the drake's lack of communication, even though he'd been quiet enough to cause her to check that both halves of his ribbon were still secured to each of them. The longer they worked with one another, the less Vidarr would directly speak to him - a bit of a difficult thing for someone like her, who would struggle terribly in the silence. There really needed to be someone for her to chatter with, but Vidarr is never going to be that to her. Which was... mostly fine, but she wondered if his stoic tendencies would rub off on her. Lethalia didn't enjoy the idea of becoming nearly as mute as he was, but the drake seemed to prefer their channels of communication being this way. Near silent and based almost entirely on their emotions, it was rather interesting what they were still capable of conveying to one another.
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Last Edit: May 8, 2019 16:50:56 GMT -6 by Lethalia
"Letsgo!" the woman all but shouts, a little grin returned to playing on her face. Even without Vidarr's direct input in the matter, the drake does coast to slow and turn around, facing down the poles once again. This was getting to be a little more fun than just messing around with those horrible arrows! He might not be completely into it yet, but she figures he's got to be a bigger fan of this method. It doesn't feel like he's getting nearly as frustrated with it anyway, which is always a good thing as far as drakes go. Now he just seems more determined to figure this out, and one go seemed to be enough to give him an idea of what they were going for here.
The drake's weaving is improving even by this second pass, but unsurprisingly Lethalia still needs to pull her hooves and knees out of the way as each pole whizzes by. It's certainly a good thing the woman is pretty nimble herself, otherwise she would have been either scraped of or damn banged up by now. She's got half a mind that Vidarr may be doing it intentionally - in a far more gentle fashion than an unbroken drake trying to peel her off their back, but it brings it to mind anyway.
Let him have his fun. It's painfully obvious he's doing it on purpose now, with a few looks back to her as he can spare the time not looking ahead. He could get away with so much more if he was smart enough to not give away when he was up to something. Might she be letting him get away with too much? Probably. But letting him have his fun and thinking he's getting away with something made the drake many times more cooperative.
|Let's start going all the way around, then. You've got these down,| she compliments, patting the brawny neck in front of her. It was also much harder to see around him and direct where he was going with that sinewy tall neck in front of her, especially compared to a more normal ground mount or when they were flying and he was leveled out enough to see over. It was a small grace he could direct himself, surprisingly. Kind of made sense why people didn't really use drakes as ground mounts. But what if she trained one of the hens? No - she shakes herself out of the thought quickly. There was bit more going on here than she should be spacing out on.
There's no coaching necessary when he rounds to the jumps, but the woman does become acutely aware that she still doesn't have any stirrups. Of course she was decent enough from riding beasts all her life to hold onto him without him, but it didn't change the fact that she was jumping with a creature with a much different movement than she was used to backing over a leap. No matter. The woman sucks in a breath and grasps harder to the saddle horn, most of her concern stemming from Vidarr's lack of correcting for her additional weight on top of him. Though he does knock down the first pole, he quickly corrects himself on the next - and didn't even trip over the felled one!
"Nice, Vidarr!" she crows as he pops over each one, even if she can tell it's beginning to take effort. Even as much as he claimed her weight was nothing upon him, it was clearly making a difference.
Another circuit whizzed by them, but by now Vidarr's growing a little fatigued enough to not have the energy left to try and scrape her off with as much purpose as he had been. Once he trips and stumbles a little over the downed pole as he circle around the track again, she calls him to a rest.
He doesn't even ask as much as he seems to know the drill by now, ambling over to get a drink of water himself. It takes no time at all to reset the downed jump, and the woman can't help but be pleased with Vidarr for not knocking over any more of them. Was this was improvement looked like? It was hard to tell, as small of increments as it came, but perhaps they were actually progressing something here.
When she gets a drink of water herself, the woman's eyes land on the gym supplies she'd forgotten she had even picked up, cursing herself a little for how remiss of her it was to neglect something that could be helping them. Well, the polo wraps are a little late now, and her hands were going to be way too full to be able to make use of the stop watch right now. But her eyes land on the free weight, a much better quality one than the sandbags she used - and it instantly sparks an idea. It's not supposed to be used in dexterity training, but she's going to make use of it anyway.
Lethalia carries the bagged weight with her, looping it's strap over the saddle horn before hauling herself into the seat. Vidarr looks on curiously, but doesn't ask - he almost even seems content, even if he doesn't know what she's planning.
"Alrigh, we can head home soon. Let's go a few more first." He knows what 'home' is without explanation, and gets going on the track with little fuss. Home might be a little further off than he realizes, but it's some okay motivation for him. He'll forget about how much longer they actually ended up staying in no time at all.
Leaning with him through the turns, Lethalia doesn't feel like her weight can make much of a difference with such a huge drake. But it seems to lend him direction, and so she carefully keeps her balance with him, though it's not quite like riding the equines she's used to. She marvels at the muscles of his shoulder bunching in front of her knee, the twitching of his wings as the unfold just slightly to keep his balance. Even his long, sinuous back feels different, so flexible even beneath the saddle compared to a stiff-backed equine. It felt like he could twist right out from beneath her if he tried!
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Last Edit: May 8, 2019 16:51:14 GMT -6 by Lethalia
Lethalia prided herself in her steady, quiet seat while riding; it was something that just came naturally when riding all her life. There was hardly a time when she wasn't astride some beast, the only time being when she had to train her mount when coming to the city.
That said, her riding mannerisms were never something Vidarr had any reason to pay any heed to. It wasn't exactly something he could take for granted, he just never had to give any thought to the fact that his rider could make life difficult for him before. For all her fussing over falling off when he was learning to fly with her, it hadn't happened yet. Of course that was why she'd made a saddle with straps for over her legs- she was screwed if those broke, though.
Though, Vidarr's more than big enough to handle the burden of her and the saddle without much effort. She could add weights, but that would be more strength or endurance training. But... since he's so very used to how quiet of a rider she is - gods know he likely hopes she was as quiet as a person - how would he fare if she wasn't? He hasn't had any experience with a rider that inhibited his wills. In fact, since she hadn't even taught him how to mind her directions, so he was even less expectant that she would attempt to change his course even a little. All she could do to change where he was intending to go was ask him to head elsewhere, and most who worked with drakes thus far would understand how well that can go over with the beasts.
So when the satyr's weight sways experimentally to the side when he goes for the first turn for this circuit, just a little bit more off a helpful course than she would usually do. She uses the wight bag she'd carried up with her to her advantage, swinging it over to the side she was leaning on - now having to claw a tight hold on the saddle horn so she didn't throw herself off with it at any point. Vidarr's eyes are instantly cast over his shoulder, curious. Was there something different going on that she just wasn't informing him about just yet?
The drake snorts his displeasure at her fidgeting, looking ahead at the stretch of track before them. The poles had been nothing, why did they have to keep doing them, or even the jumps for that matter? They could be flying instead -
Another unexpected lurch of her weight, and Vidarr staggers - letting out a cracking snarl as he goes down enough for his elbow to dig a furrow into the dirt track. His jaws gnash together, sounding something like a threat as he stumbles to a stop, his neck jerking around so he might look the woman on his back in the eye.
|Looks like you gotta' work on your balance, Vidarr,| she taunts quickly, with a small sardonic smirk that she doesn't feel quite as confident in as it looks. Honestly her heart is racing a bit, hooves jerked up and ready to spring out of the saddle if she needed to.
|...Me!?| is all he can eventually get out, with a jerk of his wings. The drake looks so indignant the smirk on her face grows, holding onto him harder with her thighs and letting him get his little fit out. She suspects he'd have more words about it if he had the vocabulary for it, but he seems to make his point with the angry winding of his body. She thinks he's the one with the problem here?!
|Yes, you. That's why we're here, isn't it?| she asks, and the question is innocent enough that Vidarr pauses, unable to find an argument. |Then get going again; don't trip this time.| Clearly the woman lack the ability to learn from the mental lashing Vidarr had given her earlier, falling back into her old habit of provoking him into doing what she wanted him to. The woman kicks her stirrups free, holding onto her thighs more strongly. There's nothing more in her life that she wants to avoid ever doing again, is being rolled over by an entire massive goddamn drake. She absolutely doesn't intend to go down underneath the behemoth if she really does knock him off kilter enough!
He's more prepared to deal with her bullshit this time though, and braces himself harder for the expected counter when he starts up again, going back through the poles. The drake is so prepared this time, Lethalia doesn't keep fighting against him nearly as hard this time around - his stiffening to prepare himself for her retaliation does the work of increasing the difficulty for her. She also doesn't want to throw him off kilter on the jumps, not when that had so much higher likelihood of damaging them both if it went wrong. But he didn't need to know that, and still braces to fight against her as he begins his jumps. She has to give him credit for loosening up since the beginning of the day. He's getting rather good at doing this, and fast, and while having something distracting going on like being pelted with arrows or bracing against a counterweight.
It felt productive, anyway!
She did manage to fell her giant twice more if she threw both her weight and the gym's weight around as hard as she could, but as he gained familiarity with the course, so did his ability to stay on his feet increase. After making him change direction around the track a second time, Lethalia finally bids him to stop when she finds her arms abruptly too tired to hold the weight. It slipped from her hands, plopping lamely on the dirt track. It felt a little bit like Vidarr was laughing at her over it, even though she knew he was winded every bit as much.
"I think that's enough for today," she tells him, patting his neck again before sliding off his back, not allowing her legs to buckle. That had taken a lot more stamina from her than she'd expected it to. "Gimme a bit to clean up, then it's home time!"
The day hadn't ended up being so bad, after all.
Vidarr lv|100 ly|72 dexterity|10 word total|10538 dexterity +1 approved!
Last Edit: May 13, 2019 20:24:44 GMT -6 by Lethalia
After having gotten just a taste of what the gym was like, Vidarr had already set himself to bitching about going again, despite Lethalia's urging to get him there. Turns out, that's when it's a problem she hasn't taught him directions yet - he can just choose to not want to go where she tells him to go. Even if he knew full well where the gym was.
There was so little to novitiate him to go; Lethalia remembers the first time she dragged him to the gym. All that time she had been hoping that the coming tournament would be enough to shake his confidence a little, it instead worked completely and utterly against her. He most definitely didn't see the point in practicing more before a tournament now, even if he declared himself bored enough to go to the gym. Apparently he wasn't actually that bored.
Vidarr literally couldn't conceptualize that there were things out there stronger than he. He wasn't aware like his owner was of Wiurn or Tundergug being likely adversaries, as suited as they are to battle. They could almost certainly take more blows than a sarane, and definitely had more strength behind them. Hell, there was even the possibility that something lacking in strength could still easily out-maneuver Vidarr, like an Equillion or Tat-Lung.
But. There was something more encouraging that she was pitting Vidarr against capable creatures, instead of more hapless unbroken browns, in spite of what felt like higher stakes. Lethalia had already come to the conclusion that she wasn't cut out for the gauntlets, or tournaments full of brown fodder. Surely the creatures were more willing than most, it was in their nature to fight more than most creatures here. The satyr still couldn't be too sure what the difference was between the illicit cockfighting rings she came across in her travels and those of untrained brown sarane. After she found herself in the middle of the drake's cockfights did she realize the resemblance.
After what she did to Stark. To Rimefang. She didn't know if she could stomach taking part in them again. Before moving here she wasn't nearly such a bleeding heart, but it seemed like something about the labs made her find her compassion. Perhaps a bit late, but better than never.
Nothing would matter more than his fortitude in any battles to come, and the unknown of what they could be facing up against was terrifying. She understood that she'd made something of an unconventional choice in battle pet when it came to Vidarr, as odd of a statement as it felt to say that a drake wasn't a pit-worthy pet. Sarane tournaments were interesting because they were on such level playing ground, and the only thing that might surprise you is another drake that had a lot of time put into him. In a free-for-all, though... Sarane aren't a conventional choice. Not that it makes them any less made for fighting, it was just that there were so many creatures of the labs' creation that had so much more to make them war capable. Literally, in a few cases. She still doesn't think the drake treats it with the levity that it needed, unable to conceptualize threats like those.
That meant they were going to have to put in literally as much as they could into this, because Vidarr was going to be swept right off his feet if she doesn't give him every advantage she can.
Just like the last tournament she decided to take the month off to do nothing but train her drake, there was nothing making the decision incredibly pressing. There was no time limit except that which she imposed on herself by deciding to enter a tournament less than a moon's cycle away. There was no reason she was doing it, other than just that she'd decided on a whim she wanted to. There was something in the back of her mind that told her she had something to prove with Vidarr, sure. But just like the last time, the pressure she put on herself to heap training on him was entirely of her own making.
Somehow the challenge feels like part of the reason for doing this all. Maybe that's enough.
It was doing enough to motivate her anyway, and the promise of battle to come emboldened Vidarr quite a lot more than she expected it to. He might not be the first choice in anybody else's roster, but he's the most capable critter she has. More importantly, he's the most willing participant in all this, something that's come to matter quite a lot to the woman. She didn't want to be the type of person who cut down swaths of untrained browns 'just because'. This was a step towards achieving that.
This time, she's going to try and do more the right way, even if her drake is going to be particularly stubborn about it.
They ended up walking there.
It didn't seem like such a bad way to start his stamina training, anyway! At least that was the idea she got when told the methods for increasing a creature's staying power were located outside. A huge pool off on one side gave Lethalia half a mind to go inspect it for use with Vidarr; she already know's he's going to be scowling at the track on the other side of the grounds. Yes, he's probably had enough of running for now.
He gives the water dirty looks too, and he's probably shooting them her way. She knows he doesn't swim, right?
The fields in the distance look promising, too; rolling soft grass to land in, and large hills clearly intended to stage take-offs from. This is of course what Vidarr would have preferred to do first, but Lethalia figures she's going to cheat a little bit and not inform him that's an option yet. Especially since, well, she thinks it's going to be quite a bit harder to tire out a wind-aligned drake with flight rather than wading through the water.
She can't help but fiddle with the silver bracelet she wore; it looked somewhat like something she would wear just for looks, if she didn't prefer to keep her wrists bare most of the time. It feels lighter to wear than it does in her palm, and she has to wonder if that has something to do with it's supposed properties of making the wearer slightly more nimble on her feet. Though she'd also worn one to break her drakes, she's not all that sure how much the trinket helped, nor if it was really helping her now. It just felt like a good idea to be able to react quickly, though it may not be as vital that she didn't plan on hopping on Vidarr's back this time - although who knew, she might. That was half the fun of having a flying mount, wasn't it? She also didn't want to get her saddle wet if they were doing circuits, and she's not so sure about clinging on bareback.
They would get there, but for now she was getting ahead of herself. They weren't going to just go straight to doing some sort of iron-man type training, though she was beginning to get the idea that they were building up to just that. She rounds on the large cart also outside, fiddling with the key she was given to unlock it, along with a nearby locked trunk. An idea is beginning to form in her mind, and the woman grins to herself as she kneels down and grabs the padlock anchoring the cart down. Vidarr looks on, already unsure about all of this - and he's expressively not thrilled about the piles of large sandbags she reveals upon opening the trunk.
Maybe she can actually work this into something a little more interesting! It would take some time to get there, but she thinks this might come to be something that will at least distract Vidarr for a time if not bring him to actually enjoying working hard for once! It would take quite an amount of time, if only Vidarr can have enough patience to get through it, he may even come to like the exercise. At least Lethalia felt better than she had in some time, working with the drake no small amount of work for her as well. Getting out and doing this was the best thing for both of them, no matter how unlikely it was to get Vidarr to believe her. Mostly he's moping about, seeming convinced she's setting up to literally torture him.
Drakes. She's glad that she's only kept one drake offspring of her original two; having four drakes on her farm sounds like more than enough to keep her busy for lifetimes. But the young violet Larkspur and other hatchlings were a project for the future; Vidarr is now. She could be working on the next generation, but why not work with her self-admitted favorite more? Everybody would still be there in the morning, barring another surprise growth spurt to a frothing adolescent that would require being knocked down a peg.
|Well... Do you want to try out the water, or pulling weights first?| she inquires, though Vidarr's only initial response is his deeply-felt distaste for this place, a dour 'no'. |It might even be okay once you try it!| He looks completely and utterly unmoved by her requests, his fervent dislike of the gym winning over anything she might be attempting to talk him into. The woman heaves a sigh to herself, getting ready to settle into this for the long haul here at the gym; just like training Vidarr to be more agile recently, they were going to get this done no matter what happened. Even if he had decided the gym was a foul place to be, no matter what she said.
No matter. She'd proven to him their last visit here that she was able to influence him into doing things with both emotions and her much more slight frame. He'd have never guessed her mere weight could have knocked him off balance like she did. It had been a lot more fun than she'd thought it would be, allowing herself to be nearly a dead weight to jerk him around a little. Served him right to get the tables turned at least occasionally. It also felt like it was shrewd of any drake owner to 'remind' them once in a while about being broken, especially if they were one like Vidarr who seemed to want to push their boundaries all the time. There was no letting a drake win all the time, that was for certain!
|Weights it is then,| she confirms for him, much to the drake's complaint. |Well, you weren't answering so I answered for you!| Lethalia informs him matter of factly, smiling to herself. Like it or not he was going to work, and the method of making him choose between things didn't always work like it did on other creatures and kids. No matter, he was going to be doing both no matter what his thoughts were about it.
"C'mere," she calls when Vidarr doesn't follow her over, and his grousing really comes though their link. Lethalia can't help but find it funny, knowing how quickly she's going to be getting him to forget all about what he hates doing. The idea is he can't complain if he's trying too hard to just do it to think about it! It sounds nice anyway, but she can't hope all plans cooperated so well as to go accordingly.
Twilight-Claw: Thanks for that piece of info Ren! <3 | But would it be allowed for the flavor of the rp if the berry wasn't filling enough for the Lotine?
Jun 1, 2020 6:09:21 GMT -6
Renathan: There is no need to double up on a fish and a magical berry (doesn't change the effect of the berry at all) in a lotine breeding.
Jun 1, 2020 6:02:21 GMT -6
Twilight-Claw: Does anyone know if it is possible to combine both a magical berry and a fish in a Lotine breeding? Or is you can only choose one of them? (right now writing a Lotine breeding)
Jun 1, 2020 5:36:49 GMT -6
Twilight-Claw: I am still interested in trading it for a green drake.
Jun 1, 2020 0:31:33 GMT -6
Ridelys: If you are still interested in a trade twilight, for your fidelity result, let me know.
May 31, 2020 22:49:49 GMT -6
Riku: I got three pet levels and 15c out of it. <3 And all the necessary posts for my job salary form.
May 31, 2020 18:49:26 GMT -6
Riku: In mine my crossbreed used foxfire to burn it - but then it used incendiary illusion, which was extra scary because my cross is a plant pet with thick fur. It used the distraction to escape. I’m proud of it, and it’s okay that I won’t finish this month.
May 31, 2020 18:48:42 GMT -6
Renathan: *But of course, the RNG was not having that. / In Morgan's story, the Nyssa was a real thing, so I wanted to have two different situations for the variety.
May 31, 2020 18:15:27 GMT -6
Renathan: Yeah, the 'finished the story but the RNGods are being a butt' thing is a rather unfortunate situation to be in. I had already decided that in Ren's story, the elderly woman had lied about the nyssa and just wanted someone to talk to*
May 31, 2020 18:14:49 GMT -6
Riku: That makes sense. I've considered that before. -nod- I hope your non-hxr life is going smoothly.
May 31, 2020 16:38:08 GMT -6
Haix: Just quitting the job. Don't believe I'll be making the ten posts required per month any time soon. XD
May 31, 2020 16:34:01 GMT -6
Riku: Note to haix, I believe you can post the new application form at the same time as the quitting form. Unless you are simply taking an overall break from the job system.
May 31, 2020 16:30:58 GMT -6
Fiera Ferella: even AT the gardens yet. XD It sucks when you've finished writing your story and haven't gotten a success, because then its like "well... now what?" XD
May 31, 2020 15:51:47 GMT -6
Fiera Ferella: ive found that when there's a quest that might take longer like this, its a good idea to try and space out the story beats to try and roll a success before i get to the meat of the story. XD Like, by the time i was 5 posts in my character wasn't
May 31, 2020 15:51:21 GMT -6