"What are you doing climbing up to the heirs room?"
Apollo is the crown prince of a kingdom named Arsalon.
Arsalon has it's upsides , but mostly down sides. Raids are all anyone thinks about. Arsalon is the laughing stock of kingdoms on the penin...
APOLLO POV. I open the case, and pick up the light weight Eventing saddle. It has less straps, but bigger buckles. I tap Pandora on the neck, and she lowers her neck. I set a saddle pad onto her neck, do up the latches, then I set down the saddle. She shifts her weight, and warbles with uncertainty. I sigh, and reach for the main sinch. It feels smooth under my hands as I pull it under her neck. I grab the buckle with my left hand, and slip the strap into it. I tighten it until two fingers fit under it snugly. I write down that it should be on the sixth hole.
I grab the emergency sinch, and do it up. It's on the sixth hole as well. I repeat this for the other 2.
It looks a little weird, but it works. Here's a pencil sketch of the saddle...
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Then, I grab the bridle. Pandora opens her maw, and the bit slips into her mouth. It's small, so it really is only for emergency commands. I undo the band that goes behind the horns and the throat latch. I slip the mussle band over her mussle, and slide them into place. I do the latch behind the horns and the first spike, and make sure it lies flat. I do up the throat latch, and slip the reins over her head.... Here's a pencil sketch of her head in profile...
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I pat Pandora's side, and Feona uses her fire magic to see if she's strong enough to hold me. Feona suddenly panics, and begins to remove equipment like a mad woman. Soon, it's all in the case. The wind becomes strong, and black flaming snow falls from the sky. I stare at Pandora, who seems content. Her legs seem to be getting bigger, her body stronger. I call out to her, but all I get is a blurred response. Soon, the air is full of the flaming snow and wind. I turn my back to the wind, and try to get close to my dragon. Why is this happening? Soon, the grass is on fire, yet ice cold. It's not burning, but the fire is running over it. I stare at Pandora, who's outline is the only thing visible anymore. I reach out, and touch her scales. Then, the strange storm stops. I find her leg, and hold onto it. The storm suddenly decides to start again, and then the sky goes black. Pandora looks down at me, gold eyes suprised. She taps me with the tip of her nose. Then, she prys me off so I land in the cold grass. The storm rages for what seems like forever, then it stops for good. I stand up, brushing myself off. Pandora looks at me, flexing her huge wings. They're like the top of a frozen lake that has large ridges through it. Her eyes are caring and gentle. Her entire body is huge like a Fire dragon, her head, wings, and tail elegant like a Winter/Hyper hybrid. Her white scales reflect red, blue, and black like a metalic paint job. She's about the lenght of a longhouse, the height of a poplar tree. She cranes her thick neck down to look at me. She nudges the saddle case. She whispers, "Time to fly, little Apollo." I stand in the frozen burning grass for a secound, then realize what she meant. I grab the Eventing saddle, and begin to saddle her again....
