Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26288702-20180310221203/@comment-28358106-20180527003849

"He is already flown," Tirush says, preparing to take off. "And we shall do the same, lest we not be left behind.  And I have many jokes, Ken'dhov, some of which are even funny.  I shall tell you them some day, over a bright fire and good meat.  Now..."

She leaps, again clasping Jorge's arms and lifting him into the air. They are the last of the travelers as they take off.

Within a short distance, Jorge can feel her slow down. Before he can really see what is happening, he feels his feet touch the ground, sinking into grassy hummocks. They have landed beside a crystal mountain stream, cold as ice and knee shallow.

Tirush makes a landing hop and, on all fours for a few steps, leans over the edge of the rocky outcropping and, sticking her rear up and balancing with her tail, drinks directly from the stream in deep, long draughts. She lifts herself up, the water dribbling down her front and spattering on her breasts, wetting her fur clothing. She shakes her head, spraying water.

"Ahhh...it is good.  Molten ice.  No deep earth poison, no dead things up the stream, no stink of garbage.  Good water.  Let us not stay but a moment or two, let us not fall behind, Ken'dhov, but drink quickly."

She leans in and drinks again.