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Dec. 26th, 2008 02:11 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kat8chaMerone shifted on her dragon, the large animal underneath her sensing her unease and stomping down on the rocky crag. "Stop that." Merone snapped, jerking on Hyperia's reins. Hyperia stamped again, this time tossing her head, and Merone jerked on the reins again, until Hyperia calmed down. Traveling by dragon was a pain, it was faster than horse back, and if you could afford to feed and own a dragon than it was also cheaper than hiring a coach. A one rider dragon drank as much as three horses, but it gained sustenance from dirt, rock, and ashes, and once a year would gorge itself on an animal or two.
Merone pointed towards the west, where she could make out the settlement. "That way, Hyperia." Pressing her legs against Hyperia's scaly side Merone urged the animal forward, Merone's legs clutched harder when Hyperia drove off the stiff rock face and plummeted downward, before the dragon's wings snapped open and she flew into the air. It was exhilarating, it was terrifying, and it was utterly foolish to do while Merone was wearing one of her best dresses. Merone could not even bother to rearrange herself as Hyperia continued her flight, the dragon twisting and turning and flapping her giant leather like wings. Merone was grateful the bodice of the dress was tight enough, and high enough that she was not falling out of it, but the laces around her neck were beginning to twist, and Merone's sleeves had twisted awkwardly around her arms.
It was not a dress she would have chosen for a day spent riding, but Merone's mother had insisted she wear her best if Merone was going to visit her Uncle Draper. Uncle Draper ran a prosperous magic academy in the North West Providence, a land bare of anything but magical gems and dragon clutches. Still, magical gems and dragon clutches are all you need to become a wealthy man of property, and a little magic under your belt is all it takes in order to go from a wealthy man of property to a Magician of the Court, and from there setting yourself up as headmaster of a magic school and 'trainer of the next generation of wizards, magicians, witches, and psychics' is not that difficult.
Merone spits when a bug flies down her throat, hacking and making sure to aim between Hyperia's wing and neck. "Ugh. Fuck. Flying sucks."
In response, Hyperia performs a loop-de-loop, and Merone's slowly loosening bodice cannot stop her ample breasts from spilling forth.
Merone pointed towards the west, where she could make out the settlement. "That way, Hyperia." Pressing her legs against Hyperia's scaly side Merone urged the animal forward, Merone's legs clutched harder when Hyperia drove off the stiff rock face and plummeted downward, before the dragon's wings snapped open and she flew into the air. It was exhilarating, it was terrifying, and it was utterly foolish to do while Merone was wearing one of her best dresses. Merone could not even bother to rearrange herself as Hyperia continued her flight, the dragon twisting and turning and flapping her giant leather like wings. Merone was grateful the bodice of the dress was tight enough, and high enough that she was not falling out of it, but the laces around her neck were beginning to twist, and Merone's sleeves had twisted awkwardly around her arms.
It was not a dress she would have chosen for a day spent riding, but Merone's mother had insisted she wear her best if Merone was going to visit her Uncle Draper. Uncle Draper ran a prosperous magic academy in the North West Providence, a land bare of anything but magical gems and dragon clutches. Still, magical gems and dragon clutches are all you need to become a wealthy man of property, and a little magic under your belt is all it takes in order to go from a wealthy man of property to a Magician of the Court, and from there setting yourself up as headmaster of a magic school and 'trainer of the next generation of wizards, magicians, witches, and psychics' is not that difficult.
Merone spits when a bug flies down her throat, hacking and making sure to aim between Hyperia's wing and neck. "Ugh. Fuck. Flying sucks."
In response, Hyperia performs a loop-de-loop, and Merone's slowly loosening bodice cannot stop her ample breasts from spilling forth.
