No Time for Lies and Empty Fights
Setting: It is dawn, temperate, with light spilling slowly across Dragon’s Throat. The sky is clear and there is no wind. Hector asked Sikeax previously to meet him at this time, by the north-eastern edge of the oasis, desert side.
Light was melting slowly across the shadowy blue horizon, and Hector watched with baited breath as it signalled the final moments of another early morning shift. Sound, brawny legs were straddled atop a jagged tumble of golden rock – weathered sandstone that had long ago been laden by a towering iron bulwark and up until very recently, helped root the desert to the baked-clay Heart of Helovia. Rich, copper-dyed wings were apart, suspended low and loose like balancing props beside him, and thick sweat stained the trim barrel beneath, murky-black.
Come, Veci! he commanded at last.
The Sun’s warrior bid fond farewell to his favourite hour of the day with a powerful thrust of his giant wingspan. In simultaneous motion, he threw his whiskered chin high into the mild air to honour the patron-God of the desert. Hail, father!... Thighs - as tight as wound springs - released their fraught energy and he plunged rapidly to the gravel earth, limbs already swinging into a brisk gallop.
The oasis - as he drove vigorously south - was but a dim blur in the distance. Hector pushed harder, chanting to the tempo of drumming hooves as he went- faster, faster, FASTER, "FASTER!" Sweat lathered across his rusty-red neck and across each flank as it wrenched to close the distance; he was physical perfection, primed to fight, to defend. He had a point to prove. But such fitness was not gained so easily. It took a good length of each day, straining, stretching and sweating – and he did each with a disciplined, determined heart, drawing satisfaction from success alone.
It was his hope that Sikeax was waiting as planned by the rim of oasis vegetation. They were to spar and he had promised to help her, coach her - and definitely not maim her. Blazing eyes scanned the dawn-washed area ahead and ears were tipped eagerly forward. Every inch of him was zoned in, focusing all effort into locating her delicious champagne frame if it were there, in his path.
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