Post by kolstoi on Nov 17, 2011 16:38:32 GMT -5
You can do flips like I do when I'm flying. We are both good at flipping. Marjath cooed, fully tuned in to her Rider's mind and senses. She disliked it when Daine left her to practice on the training floors, where even a smaller dragon like Marjath could not follow her. It was always a concern to the dragon that she couldn't be there if Daine ever hurt herself during some of her more acrobatic pursuits, and her inability to be present was balmed by hyper-vigillance. Daine didn't mind. Marjath was a constant source of praise and compliments.
She took a step back to look at the obstacle that she'd constructed, critical eyes attempting to scout out any obvious flaws. It was two wooden trunks stacked atop eachother, sturdy enough, that she'd draped a spare bedfur over in an attempt to pad any sharp corners. It would do for the exercises that she wanted to work on today, which consisted primarily of leaping over obstacles and hitting the ground at a roll.
Are you going to use this skill the next time you're running from someone you owe marks? Marjath teased, earning a guffaw from her rider. Maybe! That's a good idea. You're so clever.
While the red basked in the compliment, Daine took a few hop-steps backward, giving herself an adequate amount of distance from which to get a running start. Momentum was crucial, particularly in clearing her belly over the trunks.
She took off at a light jog, picking up speed as she neared her obstacle. Within inches of it, Daine left the ground, jumping upward and flipping herself over the trunks, careful to extend her arms so that she could roll along her braced bicep and forearm, tucking her body as it hit the ground. As planned, she rolled neatly, coming up onto the balls of her feet a safe distance from the trunks.
It seemed, though, that she'd caught her hip on one of the corners. It ached dully, and Daine fully expected a bruise. Other than that small blemish, everything had gone swimmingly! She trotted back a few more steps to try again.
She took a step back to look at the obstacle that she'd constructed, critical eyes attempting to scout out any obvious flaws. It was two wooden trunks stacked atop eachother, sturdy enough, that she'd draped a spare bedfur over in an attempt to pad any sharp corners. It would do for the exercises that she wanted to work on today, which consisted primarily of leaping over obstacles and hitting the ground at a roll.
Are you going to use this skill the next time you're running from someone you owe marks? Marjath teased, earning a guffaw from her rider. Maybe! That's a good idea. You're so clever.
While the red basked in the compliment, Daine took a few hop-steps backward, giving herself an adequate amount of distance from which to get a running start. Momentum was crucial, particularly in clearing her belly over the trunks.
She took off at a light jog, picking up speed as she neared her obstacle. Within inches of it, Daine left the ground, jumping upward and flipping herself over the trunks, careful to extend her arms so that she could roll along her braced bicep and forearm, tucking her body as it hit the ground. As planned, she rolled neatly, coming up onto the balls of her feet a safe distance from the trunks.
It seemed, though, that she'd caught her hip on one of the corners. It ached dully, and Daine fully expected a bruise. Other than that small blemish, everything had gone swimmingly! She trotted back a few more steps to try again.