Who: Richie, Saphira & Thor Where: Somewhere on the Island What: Meeting When: Thursday afternoon Rating: G Open: Only to those in the first line Status: WIP
Saphira had been a little distant, the dragon not being as nosy, nor as annoying as she could be at times, and Richie wasn't sure what was going on with her. He knew she had been kept busy when Jake and Neytiri had been away, keeping an eye on the ikran, in particular helping Banshee with Seze as the female ikran was edgy with her hunter still in the wrong body.
So that day he had spent time with her, instead of going into the lab with his father and Howard, and after taking her for a swim and sleep on the beach, they were flying, careful to avoid the shield over the Island, but really letting her stretch her wings. From skimming the water at high speed, to climbing vertically upwards until her wards detected the energy of the shield, she was enjoying the exercise, and Richie laughed, grabbing a hold of the handgrip on the saddle as she spiraled her way across the Island, after diving back down from up high.