WHO: F'nor and OPEN WHAT: Wandering, exploring, seeing if Canth can fly again WHEN: Monday morning WHERE: All around. WARNINGS: TBD, Likely Low STATUS: Open/Ongoing
F'nor was still uncomfortable at the way the earlier meeting had gone. He didn't like that the elves seemed entirely unwilling to even consider the fact that the dragons weren't dangerous, and it seemed to him that the agreement they had reached was temporary at best. Well, he would let F'lar deal with that for the moment - his dragon needed his attention, and that came before all else.
He was still overwhelmed by the healing the woman had given them both. It had to be a form of magic - a word he was just beginning to learn since he had arrived here. They had no magic on Pern. But, defined as "the art of producing a desired effect or result through the use of incantation or various other techniques that presumably assure human control of supernatural agencies or the forces of nature" - well, there was no other possible way to describe it. No herb or weed or healing power they had on Pern would have had Canth flying again in less than a few months (at the very least), nor him out of his bed in less than weeks. He would have to ask the woman how she did it, when he took the time to thank her again.
I want to fly. Canth said, breaking into his thoughts. He had been pushing that line of thought all day, and while F'nor had cautioned him to be careful after his injuries, the dragon was insistent both that he could and that he wanted to. So F'nor had taken them down to the beach to try, thinking that at least if he couldn't get his height, he'd have a softer and gentler landing in the water. He was a bit nervous about it - the thought of how upset Canth would be, and how hurt he could be again if he was wrong...but he shook those thoughts from his mind and smiled at his dragon as he scratched his eyes and wrapped his arms about (not around) the huge head.
"Well, try out over the water, why don't you?" He smiled.
Are you getting on?
"Not this time," he said, patting his neck.
I can carry you. I can always carry you.
"I know it," he said - and he did. He didn't fear falling, but only burdening the dragon unduly. "I want to watch."
Stepping back, he sat in the sand, gesturing for him to go.
"Go on, let me see!"
Canth flapped his giant wings, ruffling F'nor's hair as his giant legs pushed him from the ground and gracefully into the air. F'nor jumped to his feet, clapping almost overwhelmed with emotion as he watched the beautiful beast he adored so much soar in the air above.
I told you I could do it. But it would be better if we were together.
"We're always together," he smiled, and it was true. If he closed his eyes, he could almost feel the wind in his hair as they soared.