Mixtape Ghost NKaisen laughed softly, rubbing the Flitwit’s coarse coat affectionately. Besides him, Wisp simply looked on, head tilted, star-colored eyes looking at the Flitwit intendedly. He felt a nudge through their bond, curiosity and confusion.
“You have never seen a Flitwit before, haven’t you?”- He turned to grin at his companion - “They are small, but they are really, really fast. Like really fast. Maybe I should set up a race for you sometimes?”
Wisp leant his head against the window sill, eyes narrowed to slits, as if he was going to sleep. But of course, he could feel the dragon’s confidence and anticipation. Cocky thing. Not that he didn’t have any faith in his companion’s ability, but Flitwits were notorious for their speed. Feeling his doubt, Wisp grumbled low in his throat, pushing his snout against Kaisen’s side and nipping the shawl gently.
He patted the Flitwit a few more times, watching the dragon’s rider out of the corner of his eyes as the man took his seat near him. Soon enough, another man walked over to him and offered him his hand. He looked up at Rolf White, the rider of Forge, then back down at the man’s extended hand. A smile quickly lifted the corners of his lips as he returned the gesture, though he didn’t remove his gloves for the handshake.
“Kaisen, but you can call me Kai.”- His blue eyes scanned the man briefly. Dark hair and dark eyes, not an uncommon color for a resident of Caerel. He looked somewhat in his early twenties, nothing unusual about either his appearance or his mannerisms. Unlike some other riders in this room. His eyes flicked briefly to the masked man. He wondered what the purpose of that odd outfit, though his thoughts didn’t linger on that particular subject for long. Chances were, he wouldn’t care either way.
It was then, a woman stepped in the room, the sharp clicks of boots on the floor announcing her arrival. Kaisen turned, watching her sure strides as she entered. She had that stiff, no-non-sense air of commanding officers about her, so he assumed she was here to brief them about their super secret mission. As the woman drew closer though, Kaisen felt familiarity tugged at the back of his mind. He knew her. His blue eyes narrowed as he tried to place the imagines, searching for the curly black hair and honey-colored eyes among the library of his memories. And there it was. Sarge. The thunder rider. One of Caerel’s most prominent voices, often the subject of heated discussions and the cause of drunken brawls back in the tavern near his mother’s shop. He had seen her in person a few times, mostly when he was passing through the barrack for some random errands. Then again, if their little mission warranted such a figure, maybe it wasn’t that little at all.
His questions were soon answered with more questions, and that left Kaisen far from satisfied. The vagueness of this whole ordeal was bothering him. The promise of a mysterious adventure in their letters he could get behind, but now that they were all here, Kaisen didn’t see any more reason to beat around bush.
“So we are here to discuss the weather? Fair enough.”- He shrugged, tone devoid of any emotion, but the tight set of his jaws betrayed his frustration. –“The whole island is kinda dying as we speak. The forest out in Mount Dagna is a dry, crumbling mess, and don’t even let me get started on the swamp. You want to do something drastic, do it now. Isn’t that what you call us here for?”
“You have never seen a Flitwit before, haven’t you?”- He turned to grin at his companion - “They are small, but they are really, really fast. Like really fast. Maybe I should set up a race for you sometimes?”
Wisp leant his head against the window sill, eyes narrowed to slits, as if he was going to sleep. But of course, he could feel the dragon’s confidence and anticipation. Cocky thing. Not that he didn’t have any faith in his companion’s ability, but Flitwits were notorious for their speed. Feeling his doubt, Wisp grumbled low in his throat, pushing his snout against Kaisen’s side and nipping the shawl gently.
He patted the Flitwit a few more times, watching the dragon’s rider out of the corner of his eyes as the man took his seat near him. Soon enough, another man walked over to him and offered him his hand. He looked up at Rolf White, the rider of Forge, then back down at the man’s extended hand. A smile quickly lifted the corners of his lips as he returned the gesture, though he didn’t remove his gloves for the handshake.
“Kaisen, but you can call me Kai.”- His blue eyes scanned the man briefly. Dark hair and dark eyes, not an uncommon color for a resident of Caerel. He looked somewhat in his early twenties, nothing unusual about either his appearance or his mannerisms. Unlike some other riders in this room. His eyes flicked briefly to the masked man. He wondered what the purpose of that odd outfit, though his thoughts didn’t linger on that particular subject for long. Chances were, he wouldn’t care either way.
It was then, a woman stepped in the room, the sharp clicks of boots on the floor announcing her arrival. Kaisen turned, watching her sure strides as she entered. She had that stiff, no-non-sense air of commanding officers about her, so he assumed she was here to brief them about their super secret mission. As the woman drew closer though, Kaisen felt familiarity tugged at the back of his mind. He knew her. His blue eyes narrowed as he tried to place the imagines, searching for the curly black hair and honey-colored eyes among the library of his memories. And there it was. Sarge. The thunder rider. One of Caerel’s most prominent voices, often the subject of heated discussions and the cause of drunken brawls back in the tavern near his mother’s shop. He had seen her in person a few times, mostly when he was passing through the barrack for some random errands. Then again, if their little mission warranted such a figure, maybe it wasn’t that little at all.
His questions were soon answered with more questions, and that left Kaisen far from satisfied. The vagueness of this whole ordeal was bothering him. The promise of a mysterious adventure in their letters he could get behind, but now that they were all here, Kaisen didn’t see any more reason to beat around bush.
“So we are here to discuss the weather? Fair enough.”- He shrugged, tone devoid of any emotion, but the tight set of his jaws betrayed his frustration. –“The whole island is kinda dying as we speak. The forest out in Mount Dagna is a dry, crumbling mess, and don’t even let me get started on the swamp. You want to do something drastic, do it now. Isn’t that what you call us here for?”