03-21-2018, 09:25 PM
1.5 months on the sea, pre-Okeanos
Seasil stood on the deck of the Atlas with a faint smile on her face. Looking out onto the seemingly endless water made her feel comfortably small-- the ocean had been there before her people, and it would be there after. It was contemplations like that that made her proud to have ‘Sea’ in her name.
Still, today, the dragonelle was not gazing far out to the water for existential reasons. Today, her vibrant eyes were set upon the sky, scrutinizing something hard to see. Against the sparsely-clouded, vibrant blue, day, flew a wyvern and her rider. Wisping and twirling with reckless abandon, Mistral and Symphora were but dots against the sun.
The pair easily maneuvered with a strange balance of elegance and belligerent force. This left Seasil frowning.
A Manakete’s aerial stamina was nothing short of world wonder-- that said, every Manakete flew differently. She was certainly an endurance flyer, able to fly long distances with grace, flair, and poise. Her flexibility, on the other hand… left something to be desired for herself.
Seasil contemplated her large shifted from and whined under her breath. Since she’d slept through much of her growth, she hadn’t learned to accoustom herself to her adult wings, size or shape. On top of that, Wing Guard training did wonders for stamina, strength, and tone… yet it left something to be desired for less… combat oriented maneuvers.
With both elbows propped up on the ship’s ledge and her head in her hands, Seasil traced the pair jealousy with slit-thin pupils.
Seasil stood on the deck of the Atlas with a faint smile on her face. Looking out onto the seemingly endless water made her feel comfortably small-- the ocean had been there before her people, and it would be there after. It was contemplations like that that made her proud to have ‘Sea’ in her name.
Still, today, the dragonelle was not gazing far out to the water for existential reasons. Today, her vibrant eyes were set upon the sky, scrutinizing something hard to see. Against the sparsely-clouded, vibrant blue, day, flew a wyvern and her rider. Wisping and twirling with reckless abandon, Mistral and Symphora were but dots against the sun.
The pair easily maneuvered with a strange balance of elegance and belligerent force. This left Seasil frowning.
A Manakete’s aerial stamina was nothing short of world wonder-- that said, every Manakete flew differently. She was certainly an endurance flyer, able to fly long distances with grace, flair, and poise. Her flexibility, on the other hand… left something to be desired for herself.
Seasil contemplated her large shifted from and whined under her breath. Since she’d slept through much of her growth, she hadn’t learned to accoustom herself to her adult wings, size or shape. On top of that, Wing Guard training did wonders for stamina, strength, and tone… yet it left something to be desired for less… combat oriented maneuvers.
With both elbows propped up on the ship’s ledge and her head in her hands, Seasil traced the pair jealousy with slit-thin pupils.