[Episode 18156] [Episode 18156]"Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!"
Flying dragon back was one of Ranma's favourite passtimes. Like all things he was good at, he made it look supremely easy and seemed to simply sit on Mira's back in defiance of the gravity of the situation.
"Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!"
Tarre, on the other hand, clung like a limpet to Ranma's back with a death grip that was exactly as tight as it looked. Ranma found that having a cute elf maiden pressed against him as though trying to burry her head between his shoulders did kind of spoil his ussual air of cassual grace; though it had its compensations.
"Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!"
"Tarre," Ranma managed to squeeze enough breath out to wheeze, "we've landed."
"Eeeeeeeeeeeee! Oh," Tarre gasped as she opened her eyes to look around the clearing. Her cheeks purpled with embarrassment. "Sorry about that, but riding on another dragon's back is a lot different from flying under my own power. It's really scary!"
"Tits okay," Ranma reassured her, then amended quickly, "I mean it's breast if you let go now. Err." Mira snickered at the freudian slip, but it went right passed Tarre who simply relaxed her death grip and slid off of Mira's sleek back.
"So where is the spelljammer?" Tarre asked as Mira morphed into her elven shape.
"A few hundred yards that way," Mira dirrected as she indicated a patch of thick undergrowth. "We came in low to avoid being spotted and stopped well out of hearing distance."
Tarre purpled further and hung her head morosely. "Sorry about that." It was truly embarrasing to show weakness in front of her prince.
"Hey, its okay," Ranma reassured her again and gave her a brotherly hug, having recovered his poise. "We wanted to make a ground approach, remember."
"Th...thanks," Tarre mummbled and blushed purple to the base of her neck for a completely different reason. She wondered yet again why her elven form reacted so strangely to the oddest things. "Uhm, we better start walking then."
They pushed through the undergrowth with a wary eye out for both native wildlife and survivors from the wreck - both could be dangerous if they caught them unawares. However, they reached the furrough ploughed by the spelljammer's hard landing without incident and apparently unobservered. The crew and passengers seemed intent on unpacking supplies and there watch was incredibly sloppy.
They were also goblins, which upset Tarre no end. She'd never really recovered from her wyrmhood trauma at the hands of a band of goblins. "Goblins," she spat, "why does it always have to be goblins?"
(Posted Tue, 31 Dec 2002 06:55)
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