Richard MacIntosh Stark (son_of_stark) wrote in spinningcompass, @ 2013-08-26 15:20:00 |
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Entry tags: | !closed, !plot |
Who: Richie & Saphira
Where: Top of Stark Tower
What: Reunion
When: Saturday
Rating: G
Open: Nope, well, except to JARVIS but he's always around there.
Status: Standalone
Richie was resting his eyes, his forehead on his folded forearms on the bench.
There was now a soft glow permeating the lab, visible to the human eye if only it was open to see it.
He slowly pushed himself upright, rubbing his face hard with the palms of his hands, and running his fingers through his hair. It still felt strange having had it trimmed, but he didn't get much more of a chance to think about that as his eyes finally took in the pale blue shimmer that was coming from the stone in the hilt of his sword.
"Saphira!" he hissed, his head jerking up as there appeared to be a flicker of movement in the corner of his eye. But there was no-one with him, his head turning as he spun on the stool, looking to find where the flicker had come from. "JARVIS, dim the lights!" he called out as he scrambled to the floor and ran over to where the sword was resting on the stands he'd put it in to do his analysis.
There was no doubt about it, the shadowy shape of his dragon was reflecting back at him from the soft glow of the gemstone. Without another thought Richie called for JARVIS to take him up to the top of the tower, the lift soon doing so, but not fast enough for Richie. When finally the doors slid open Richie ran out onto the roof, eyes scanning the night skies, searching out the familiar shape.
"Saphira!" he cried out, the sound whipped away as quickly as he had called it, and he spun around, looking from one horizon to the other. "Saphire, where are you?" he called out, knowing his dragon had to be around there somewhere.