For what it's worth, baby wyverns from my world aren't very scary! I wonder if wyverns look the same between your world and mine, though...
And I can't wait to take you flying. I'm told that it's not just a matter of pokémon getting big enough to carry our weight, though - apparently they need to learn a certain move that helps them master the art of flying with a rider. And apparently that only comes from taking on the gym challenge they have here, and beating a certain gym leader in a pokémon battle. So sadly, I guess that day's a little ways off yet...
My first time flying...I think I was about seven years old. My country does start its riders young, but the training doesn't actually start until you - and your wyvern, if you've been raised alongside one - are ten years old. But I was impatient. I got some wonderful bruises falling off on takeoff, twice; wyverns don't make a graceful transition into flight from the ground. But the third time I managed to hold on, and we flew.
It was nighttime, so my parents wouldn't catch me, and every star in the world seemed to be overhead. Mori and I didn't go far, or high; we just circled the courtyard some. But I felt so much closer to the heavens than I'd ever been that I swear I could've reached out and touched them - that if I'd stretched my hand up, the stars would've scattered around my fingertips like ripples on a pond.
Not that I did, of course. I was clinging for dear life, since Mori wasn't big enough for a saddle and bridle yet. To say it's a miracle I didn't kill myself bareback wyvern riding at that age isn't too big of an exaggeration.
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Date: 2020-12-27 11:35 am (UTC)And I can't wait to take you flying. I'm told that it's not just a matter of pokémon getting big enough to carry our weight, though - apparently they need to learn a certain move that helps them master the art of flying with a rider. And apparently that only comes from taking on the gym challenge they have here, and beating a certain gym leader in a pokémon battle. So sadly, I guess that day's a little ways off yet...
My first time flying...I think I was about seven years old. My country does start its riders young, but the training doesn't actually start until you - and your wyvern, if you've been raised alongside one - are ten years old. But I was impatient. I got some wonderful bruises falling off on takeoff, twice; wyverns don't make a graceful transition into flight from the ground. But the third time I managed to hold on, and we flew.
It was nighttime, so my parents wouldn't catch me, and every star in the world seemed to be overhead. Mori and I didn't go far, or high; we just circled the courtyard some. But I felt so much closer to the heavens than I'd ever been that I swear I could've reached out and touched them - that if I'd stretched my hand up, the stars would've scattered around my fingertips like ripples on a pond.
Not that I did, of course. I was clinging for dear life, since Mori wasn't big enough for a saddle and bridle yet. To say it's a miracle I didn't kill myself bareback wyvern riding at that age isn't too big of an exaggeration.