ridererix
At only 28 Erix and his dragon where some of the youngest riders to come off the mountain. He thought about that a lot as he trained. He was going to live a lot longer the people he was protecting now. They would come and go and he would be left to tell tails of them to there Great Great Grandkids. It was a thought he didn’t like. He had just fully given his soul to being a rider seeing the world through a new light was still taking some getting used too. He felt a pull to it but he felt like he wasn’t fully meant to take part in it still. He reached into the mind of his dragon to land in a field letting her rest for a bit while they where out on patrols. He thoughts wandering again. He knew he had to take the vow but he wasn’t ready yet. He patted his dragon on the side as he looked over a figure walking over to him. “Why are you out so late.” He asked the other.
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While he approached his hazel eyes bounced between the dragon and who he assumed was their rider. His left brow arched, and his vision momentarily fixed on the rider while a healthy distance was maintained. “Same as you, I presume.” His head tilted upward, eyes turned to the sky. A deep, guttural roar from high above sounded almost like a purr by the time it finally met the field. Very high above a dragon stretched his wings as a very small speck lost in the starry night sky. Persivell’s attention fell back to the unfamiliar rider. “The city’s much too cramped for his liking at the moment,” he commented of his dragon companion. “Was never very fond of it with far less visitors.”
