To your dismay, Jaxom jumps back toward his dragon, grasping his belt knife. "What are you G'jar!! You winged demon!!" he snaps, panting. Drak jumps in front of you and snarls at the smaller Ruth, telling him to back off. The two circle each other, each making sure the other didn't have any ideas of attack their riders.
"Jaxom, you're making a mistake, I'm not here to hurt you!!" you cry, wings inadvertantly arching over your head. The young man, too panicked by your wings, pulls out his knife and holds it unsteadily in front of you.
Instinctively, you reach under your vest and pull out your pistol. "Freeze!!" you shout. "Don't move a muscle or I'll shoot!!" you continue, pointing the nozzle right at his face.
Though Jaxom hardly could understand what a pistol was, luckily, he lowers his knife and places it back in his sheath. He shakes his head, "So it appears you are from the future" he gasps.
Relieved, you lower your gun and stick it back in your belt. "Sorry if I was such a dimglow on you, I guess it's just that a man finds it hard to imagine a place 300,000 turns in the future" he admits. Ruth however, continues growling in Drak in suspicion, not seeming to acknowledge the fact that Drak could easily squash him like a wherry if he had been provoked enough.
"Ruth!! Stop that!!" Jaxom orders. Reluctantly, the white dragon relaxes his stance, grumbling. Drak snorts back indignantly, "I was this close to doing him in I was."
"Glad you didn't" you responded privately. "Anyway" Jaxom interrupts, "What was that metal thing you were pointing at me?"
You pull out the pistol and twirl it in your hands. "Oh this? This is called a 'gun'. It uses gun powder to fire a metallic projectile, or a bullet, at high speed," you explain. Jaxom crosses his eyebrows, "Doesn't look like it'll do much damage"
"Oh really?" you respond, nodding. You aim toward a passing wherry. 'BANG!!' The shot echoes through the hold, slamming onto the animal's head and exploding it. The young Ruathan Lord and his white dragon are absolutely dumbstruck by it's destructive power.
"I see your point G'jar," Jaxom sputtered, no doubt thinking that wherry could have been him, "but why do you need to carry such a deadly devise? You in the middle of a war or something?"
"That's why I came back here, to call for my ancestors help" you reply gravely. Drak rumbles softly to your side. While explaining your current predicament, the air blows suddenly cold. An instant later, no less than a full wing of dragons and their riders descend down to the field.
"You just had to have Ruth call Lioth didn't you?" you snorted as the dragons form a perimeter around you two. Jaxom merely shrugs his shoulders, "well, being a Lord Holder it's my job to tell the weyr what goes on in my hold. Can't just let a dangerous pair like you two roam free with your guns can I?" Ruth rumbles happily to his riders side, while Drak does the best he can to block you from the other dragons.
You suddenly regretted that you hadn't listened to Drak on keeping your wings hidden. Why didn't I just lie?
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