Fill: Challenge 74, original Lemy'es
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tenminutesadayI wrote a scene forever ago with Sray meeting a dragon and its rider. Of course I wasn't thinking as much about languages and possible barriers at the time so it was much different than this.
Yes, telepathic dragons, like that's never been done before ... I doubt I ever mentioned that watching the movie "Eragon" was what got me diving back into Lemy'es again, which was initially a thinly veiled Pern-like fan universe I started back in 1998 I think? Lots of evolving since then. Of course, the dragons don't really show up until book three now ... I have a lot of writing to do before then.
The mass of leather and claws and horn dropped just a few feet in front of her and she stumbled back from the blast of air from it's massive wings. It puffed out its massive chest and hissed with a powerful flap of its wings. Its yellow eyes seemed to glow under the heavy, bony ridges above them.
She held up her hand and readied herself to fight if it should advance any further.
It snorted and waggled it's horned head at her before folding its immense leathery wings. Then she realized it was wearing some sot of leather harness and a dark head leaned out from behind its neck. She squinted not quite believing her yes. Was it a man?
The dragon rumbled deep in its throat and lashed the thick, bony club at the end of its tail side to side behind it. It seemed to settle on its feet and its demeanor softened as it curled its neck back to nose its rider's and. A tamed dragon. Unbelievable.
Both the dragon and its rider stared down at Sray. It seemed like a small eternity before the man nodded to Sray and said something in deep, powerful baritone. Not a single sound was familiar.
She shook her head and stood fully, relaxing slightly now that it appeared an attack was not imminent. "I am sorry. I do not understand." She said in Ela'yan. "I don't understand you." She repeated in Kamenan. "Apologies, I don't speak your language." She finished in Getie'an, hoping that something would register.
The man frowned down at her and then seemed to consult the dragon. It tilted its head towards the man as if listening. It nodded its head and then lay down, tucking its forelimbs under its sternum and coiling the massive haunches underneath its body. The man climbed down and the dragon turned its head towards him. He rubbed the ridges above its eyes with both hands, its head was bigger than the man's torso.
Sray continued to stare at this dark man and his dragon. The man was draped in long, loose bolts of colorful cloth, which reminded her of the Getier. His his hair was short and dark with impossibly tight, frizzy curls. They both focused their eyes on Sray. The man with his dark black ones and the dragon with its bright yellow.
"Why are you here?" She suddenly heard, but it seemed to come from her own head. She jerked around, but there was no one nearby. The man tapped the dragon's neck "Tchekohg Akgai."
And then the voice repeated, "why are you here?" It nearly sounded like her own, but something about it was strange, it was almost like it was spoken in all the languages she knew, but boiled down to the essence of the meaning.
She swallowed hard, not sure which one she should be addressing. "We are trying to figure out why the dragons are crossing the Fautohn Sea to Alast and stop them."
"If you know our name you should use it." The voice said.
"The Klezmier dragons."
Yes, telepathic dragons, like that's never been done before ... I doubt I ever mentioned that watching the movie "Eragon" was what got me diving back into Lemy'es again, which was initially a thinly veiled Pern-like fan universe I started back in 1998 I think? Lots of evolving since then. Of course, the dragons don't really show up until book three now ... I have a lot of writing to do before then.
The mass of leather and claws and horn dropped just a few feet in front of her and she stumbled back from the blast of air from it's massive wings. It puffed out its massive chest and hissed with a powerful flap of its wings. Its yellow eyes seemed to glow under the heavy, bony ridges above them.
She held up her hand and readied herself to fight if it should advance any further.
It snorted and waggled it's horned head at her before folding its immense leathery wings. Then she realized it was wearing some sot of leather harness and a dark head leaned out from behind its neck. She squinted not quite believing her yes. Was it a man?
The dragon rumbled deep in its throat and lashed the thick, bony club at the end of its tail side to side behind it. It seemed to settle on its feet and its demeanor softened as it curled its neck back to nose its rider's and. A tamed dragon. Unbelievable.
Both the dragon and its rider stared down at Sray. It seemed like a small eternity before the man nodded to Sray and said something in deep, powerful baritone. Not a single sound was familiar.
She shook her head and stood fully, relaxing slightly now that it appeared an attack was not imminent. "I am sorry. I do not understand." She said in Ela'yan. "I don't understand you." She repeated in Kamenan. "Apologies, I don't speak your language." She finished in Getie'an, hoping that something would register.
The man frowned down at her and then seemed to consult the dragon. It tilted its head towards the man as if listening. It nodded its head and then lay down, tucking its forelimbs under its sternum and coiling the massive haunches underneath its body. The man climbed down and the dragon turned its head towards him. He rubbed the ridges above its eyes with both hands, its head was bigger than the man's torso.
Sray continued to stare at this dark man and his dragon. The man was draped in long, loose bolts of colorful cloth, which reminded her of the Getier. His his hair was short and dark with impossibly tight, frizzy curls. They both focused their eyes on Sray. The man with his dark black ones and the dragon with its bright yellow.
"Why are you here?" She suddenly heard, but it seemed to come from her own head. She jerked around, but there was no one nearby. The man tapped the dragon's neck "Tchekohg Akgai."
And then the voice repeated, "why are you here?" It nearly sounded like her own, but something about it was strange, it was almost like it was spoken in all the languages she knew, but boiled down to the essence of the meaning.
She swallowed hard, not sure which one she should be addressing. "We are trying to figure out why the dragons are crossing the Fautohn Sea to Alast and stop them."
"If you know our name you should use it." The voice said.
"The Klezmier dragons."
