Thread: The Riders' Legacy [ Ariamella & Greeneyed23 ]

RE Into the Riders' Legacy BlinkyWinky Greeneyed23 Yes, ebrithil, I understand, Amarose answered back to him in the Ancient Language, finding it odd to speak in a tongue that she only had to use in the most formal of occasions. In any other circumstance, she was used to speaking the language of man, not elves. She walked him walk away with Jessica, who seemed happy to see him. Strange...Amarose hadn't imagined him to seem light and as care-free as he seemed now. Another moment later, and Anduin pulled her along to their dragons. Come, he said fluently in the native language of the elves, let us unsaddle your dragon so she can roam without the burden. And so she doesn't crush anything if Terda knocks her over! He laughed heartily and began undoing the many straps that kept Amarose's belongings safe. He started with the armor, handing it to a man who was there to assist the young riders. Anduin raised an eyebrow. A new set of armor? Hm, she really has gotten larger within the past year. Next came the small satchel of fresh and dried fruit, nuts, and various other vegetation. And you've adopted the Elvish way of dining? The last I remember, you were complaining that you wanted a bite of Vera's sheep! Yes, well, when most of your teachers and companion are Elves, it rubs off. Amarose wore an amused expression, unstrapping the sack that held her weapons. And just as always, I fight with my twin daggers. I've gotten better since the last time we sparred, you know. A grin colored her face, and she held up a long, small, curved blade. I weild a hand-and-half sword, friend. Much more powerful than a dagger. Yes, but I'm also faster...and I've got two of them. Much debate over who would win the sparring contest escalated to loud banter and boistrous laughter as the pair finished unburdening Veravada, who roared softly in happiness, snapping her wings open to stretch. Amarose , the dragon started, I must show you the memories, do not forget. I'm sure Fela Turin would be upset to hear that you neglected to follow his instruction. Now, little one, I am off to eat! And with that, Veravada followed Terda into the depths of a dragon hold, eager to dig into a meal after a day of long travel. Amarose's stomach grumbled, and she instinctively crossed an arm over her abdomen. Anduin, I think it is time for me to dine as well. Then...and then we can sparr. The two of them walked to the dining hall, where each got a hearty serving of whatever they wanted to eat. Anduin's plate consisted of entirely vegetation while Amarose carried small tidbits of meat with her, mostly cow and pig. During the meal, Veravada recounted the memories of Fela, Jurizen, Glaedr and Umaroth's teachings about sparring and flight, fighting by dragonback and fighting with the mind, emptying it completely rather than thinking of some impenetrable material. After the food and drink, Amarose and Anduin began the process of making their blades safe, protecting the edges with magic. A crowd had begun to form around them, anticipating a fight between two young and eager Riders. Remember, Amarose, I could tear those daggers away with the flick of my wrist. Anuin wore a smug look, raising his sword in preparation. I'd like to see you try, the other responded calmly, leaving the daggers out by hers sides. And so it began. A whirl of action flared to life, each step by both participants carefully calculated. They locked in and out, Anduin having the advantage of sheer force while Amarose danced away, utilizing speed and lightness of foot for her own advantage. The blades clashed together, making loud clanging noises, everything a blur of violet and brown. One moment, it seemed as if Anduin had the upper hand, and then Amarose would counter, weaving in and out of his actions, spinning her daggers about her as she did so. Hair of gold mixed with that of honey-brown, and the whole ordeal looked to be one calculated dance set up by the two of them. Slowly, Amarose gained the upper hand, being able to predict how her friend would strike and how long it would take the sword to get there. Then, she saw it. The winning blow played out in her mind seconds before she started enacting it, and she gave a half-smile just as her dagger was raised above her head, waiting to come down to Anduin's neck. Amarose! Her name called was the one thing that made her hesitate as she turned her head to look at who summoned her. Then, another moment later and she suddenly found herself at Anduin's mercy with his sword to her abdomen. By the gods, why? she swore loudly, breaking her string of Ancient language and talking in the language of men. She angrily pushed against Anduin. That was hardly fair! I would've won that, and you know it. Ah, he smiled, but you lost and I believe your mind was distracted. The girl let out a sound of anger once more, and looked away to the now clapping crowd of onlookers. Of all the bad luck, she muttered, damn whoever it was that caused this... She looked up and went wide eyed, for it was Fela Turin who was walking through the crowd toward her.