She slipped quickly into her friend�s beat up car, relaxing in the back.
�Going to do more of your flying? I honestly don�t see what you see in that, it sounds just horrible! Nothing under your feet, miles above everything with nothing between you and falling but that flimsy contraption you�ve made,� her friend comments, shivering slightly at the thought.
�Oh give it a rest, its perfectly safe the way I see it, because I mean, come on, if I�m going to fall, well, I�m going to fall, right?�
Her friend shivers again as she drives out of the city and into the country, �I don�t see how you can be so� so calm about it!�
�Give it a rest, Cria.�
The rest of the trip passes in silence, with Tearis leaning against the door and staring up at the sky, her eyes half closed as she recalls the feeling of freedom, the feeling of air flowing over her body.
Calling out thanks to Cria, she leaps out of the car before it even fully stops and bolts into the house, slamming the door closed on the sound of Cria�s yelled threats about what could happen to her if she kept doing that.
With quick steps she walks into the living room and grabs the bundle off of the wall and straps it onto her back, humming softly to herself as she turns back around and heads back outside.
Once outside she races across the lawn towards the field behind her house and up onto one of the small hills, small in terms of the fact that it was only two feet above the normal ground level.
Tearis takes the bundle off her back and shrugs herself into it, adjusting small things here and there to get it to settle properly. She watches the way the grass is blowing for a second then spreads her wings and lets them fill with wind.
Tilting her head back, her now deep blue eyes examine the sky, noting the lack of clouds with some interest, but then shrugs and leaps into the air, fanning her wings strongly and gaining height.
Flying low, she glides over to the highway not too far from her house and catches a thermal rising off of it, spiraling higher. Tearis sets her arms into a gliding position and starts gliding out over the land, letting the wind blow her where it would, in this case towards the city.
A speckled starling shoots past her, chirping a distress call that makes her turn her head and look back. Two specks, one green and one blue, are flying in her direction.
She frowns, a green bird and a blue bird? Not possible, not that large at that distance.
�Stupid meddling scientists,� she grumbles then turns her head back and examines the land. With a careful eye she recognizes the outskirts of the city and, a little farther in, the beginning of Griffon�s territory.
She folds her wings slightly and arrows down, snapping her wings open when she reaches a better height, so that instead of flying far above the city, she�s almost skimming the top of some of the taller buildings.
Tearis adjusts her flight constantly, aiming towards the spot where Griffon usually is, his lookout spot as he calls it, a building in almost the exact center of his territory and taller than most of the others by a few stories.
Looking back, her eyes take on a dangerous, icy look, those large shapes had gained on her and now were almost recognizable, but unless some stupid scientist had found out how to create the legendary dragons, these two had to be something else, they just had to be.
Griffon sees her and stands up, waving. He was used to these strange flights of hers, and didn�t seem to care either.
She flies closer, preparing to land next to him, when his eyes suddenly open wide and she feels strong claws wrap around her outspread arms, puncturing the thick plastic in several places. Tearis snarls and reaches her hands up, grasping at the thick legs of whatever has her and trying to find a pressure point to make it let go of her.
She glances down� On second thought, no pressure point, lets just hang on for a time.
Turning her head slightly gave her a glimpse of �Rif pulling himself up onto the green� dragon� in midair, then everything went black.
The next thing she knew, she was flying over the cone of what looked like an extinct volcano. Whatever had her suddenly dived down into the cone and landed lightly, letting go of her a few minutes before it landed.
Cursing softly to herself, she shrugs out of her wings and examines the damage to them, not much considering what it could have been. She folds the set up then straps it across her back and turns around, glaring up at the beast and� its rider?
Her eyes narrow, a dangerous icy color as sharp as newly broken ice, this was all messed up, dragons weren�t real and people didn�t ride them.
�Rif comes up beside her, murmuring softly for her ears alone, �I don�t think we�re on our planet anymore, so don�t try to murder anyone until we know what we�re in for, deal?�
Tearis turns her glare on him then elbows him in the stomach, smiling slightly as the air leaves his lungs in a big rush.
�I�m sorry about that harsh pick up, but the ground didn�t seem safe enough to land and get you properly mounted,� the blue�s rider remarks as he slides down off of his dragon.
She glares at him, then asks, �Where is this place?�
�Cathair Fionabhainn, on the planet Danach.�
�Rif looks at the rider, puzzlement on his face, �Danach? Are you trying to fool us into something?�
�No, I�m not. Look, there�s a clutch of eggs on the sands and when we,� he indicates himself, his dragon, and the green dragon and her rider, �entered your world, we first felt you,� he motions towards Tearis, �and followed you. The next thing we knew, there were two possible candidates for the clutch.�
Tearis and �Rif exchange glances, then both shrug.
�If you want us to be candidates I guess we have to be. If this truly is another world, there isn�t much of any way to get back, now is there?� �Rif asks.
�Not really,� the rider responds.
�Fine, we�ll be candidates. My name�s Tearis and his is Griffon, sometimes just called �Rif.�