(She flinches. He gives her hand a squeeze, gentle but firm. In a way, this is like a handshake, isn't it?)
Then the deal is sealed.
(Even now, he can manage some sort of inside joke to himself. The way he always does when situations line up just right.)
Ladies first. (Up onto the wyvern she'll have to go. He's certain she must be familiar with how all of this works. Her brother is a skilled wyvern rider, after all. The white wyvern lowers itself, crouching lower to the ground than she usually would. She's an intelligent creature, one that recognizes that the first to climb on her back won't be her usual rider. She's also larger than some of the other wyvern in Fodlan. A slightly different breed? A regional variant? It would explain the color. Maybe. ) This is your first time meeting each other, right? Flayn, Badira. Badira, Flayn.
(A short, but friendly introduction. Once Flayn is on top, he follows, sitting behind her. Usually he'd have his companion ride behind him-- in battle, it left his front open so he could still use his bow. But they weren't flying into enemy territory and no one would dare try to shoot down a certain white wyvern from the sky. This way, if Flayn fell asleep, he wouldn't have to worry about her falling either.
Reaching around her for the reins, Badira readies for flight, going to the edge of the wall. The dawn begins to break in the east. )
See you later, Fodlan. (Farewell to the night. They kick off into the air, flying ahead and the words that come from his mouth next are a mix of something foreign and familiar to Flayn-- Almyran and Fodlanese.)Old home, here we come.
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Then the deal is sealed.
(Even now, he can manage some sort of inside joke to himself. The way he always does when situations line up just right.)
Ladies first. (Up onto the wyvern she'll have to go. He's certain she must be familiar with how all of this works. Her brother is a skilled wyvern rider, after all. The white wyvern lowers itself, crouching lower to the ground than she usually would. She's an intelligent creature, one that recognizes that the first to climb on her back won't be her usual rider. She's also larger than some of the other wyvern in Fodlan. A slightly different breed? A regional variant? It would explain the color. Maybe. ) This is your first time meeting each other, right? Flayn, Badira. Badira, Flayn.
(A short, but friendly introduction. Once Flayn is on top, he follows, sitting behind her. Usually he'd have his companion ride behind him-- in battle, it left his front open so he could still use his bow. But they weren't flying into enemy territory and no one would dare try to shoot down a certain white wyvern from the sky. This way, if Flayn fell asleep, he wouldn't have to worry about her falling either.
Reaching around her for the reins, Badira readies for flight, going to the edge of the wall. The dawn begins to break in the east. )
See you later, Fodlan. (Farewell to the night. They kick off into the air, flying ahead and the words that come from his mouth next are a mix of something foreign and familiar to Flayn-- Almyran and Fodlanese.) Old home, here we come.
(A night of farewells and a day of greetings.)