rekindleme | Flight of dragons

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Flight of dragons

Who: Professor Oak and Diarmuid
Where: The Park
When: November 18
Summary: Diarmuid was promised a ride from Dragonite.
Warnings: None that I can think of!

Sam had arrived at the park well before the meeting time -- as an adult, it was his responsibility not to keep a child waiting alone. While he waited on the bench, Dragonite flapped here and there, stretching its wings -- until it paused, landing and pointing with a "Hroo!" to get its trainer's attention.

"Hmm? What is it, Dragonite?" He followed Dragonite's arm with his gaze until he saw a familiar figure making its way toward him. "Aha!" Sam stood and waved, with Dragonite imitating his gesture. "Diarmuid, over here!"

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"All right!" Diarmuid watches as Professor Oak climbs up and gets settled onto Dragonite's back. Once the man reaches out to help him up, he gives the dragon's arm a pat and then lets Professor Oak pull him up onto Dragonite.

"We are high already!" Diarmuid giggles and then gets settled himself, giving Dragonite another pat once he is done, "I am all ready unless you need me to move, Dragonite. Don't forget Lir. He will spit water at us all day if we forget him!"

As if to confirm his partner's words, Lir makes a loud trumpeting sound from where he is sitting.

Once he's sure Diarmuid is in place, Sam wraps one arm around the boy's waist -- tight enough to secure him, but not so tight that he's being squeezed. He places his other arm in front of them both, pressing against Dragonite's shoulders with his hand.

"Whenever you're ready, Dragonite! Just a couple of warm-up laps first." Dragonite croons in acknowledgement; now that all the riders that will be on its back are settled, it begins to flap its wings, and gently lifts off the ground. Before it goes anywhere, though, it scoops the Horsea up into its arms, positioning him so that he's both secure and has a good view of what's going on.

Once that's done, it begins to fly in earnest -- but still low and slow, barely above the ground or faster than walking speed. The riders could still jump off and not even get hurt, even. As Sam said, this is a warm-up, so that Diarmuid can get used to the feeling of flight, and the feeling of Dragonite's muscles working under him as its wings keep them aloft.

Once Lir is settled and they start flying, an excited squeak leaves his mouth. If he had arms to reach out with, he probably would, but for now he just watches everything as closely as he can. Diarmuid on the other hand, does have arms to reach out with and he does...or at least he does with one. The other he uses to keep himself steady on Dragonite's back. Fortunately, it doesn't take him long to get used to how Dragonite's muscles are moving. It reminds him of how it feels to be on Krok's shoulders or back.

Still, it's comforting to have Professor Oak behind him to make sure he doesn't lose his balance.

"Lets go faster and higher now? Please? Can we?"

Sam chuckles at how much the boy and Pokemon are enjoying themselves. Flying on Dragonite is old hat for him now, even if he enjoys it too, but he remembers how exciting and scary it was the first time he flew on a Pokemon.

"Alright. A little higher, Dragonite! Just above the tree line, okay?" There's an affirmative "Hroo!" from Dragonite, who again rises until they are just above the trees, the wind spilling from its wings disturbing the branches, what leaves the trees have left rustling.

"You alright, Diarmuid? You can let me know if you feel sick or scared." This is their last stop before they go really high, and he wants to make sure his friends are comfortable with the flight.

Diarmuid can't help but cheer when they go higher. He doesn't feel scared or sick. Quite the opposite actually.

"I'm fine! I'm more than fine!" He throws his hands out excitedly for a moment, before grabbing onto Dragonite again. Down in Dragonite's arms, Lir trumpets happily.

"Lir isn't scared or sick either. He's a brave Horsea! Can we go even higher? Can we?"

Already, he isn't going to forget this, Going higher will make it even better!

Diarmuid throwing out his hands like that does give his chest a little jolt, even though he knows Dragonite won't let them fall. Still, Sam smiles it away and nods once more.

"Alright, this is the final ascent. Up, Dragonite!" With no specific order for altitude, he's trusting Dragonite's discretion. He's not sure how high it's possible to get in this city, anyway. He hopes they'll be able to get a good view of it from above, at least.

When they start gaining altitude again, Diarmuid lets out another cheer and then falls silent as he so often does when he is up high. He's taking in all that he can. His eyes scan all around them and, it is again a good thing that Professor Oak is there because otherwise Diarmuid might have stood up to try and see what is behind them too.

How high will Dragonite go? The higher the better in Diarmuid's mind, but he is already having a great time. He's not going to complain.

When Dragonite stops, hovering in place, there's a grand view of the city below them, and a fall from this height would probably prove fatal. Not that Dragonite would let that happen, of course.

"It looks like this is as high as we're going. Is there anywhere you'd like to go while we're up here?"

Obviously the restricted districts and anything beyond the city walls are still off-limits, but there should still be plenty of options.

"Go someplace?" Diarmuid's question is distracted because he is so caught up in looking at the view around them. He can see everything from up here. The apartments, the shops, the park...

Oh...but he should answer the question. It's rude not to.

"I don't know if there is anywhere specific I want to go besides up high!" And they are already up high, "Is there someplace that Dragonite wants to go?"

Sam gently shakes his head. "No, that's alright. We'll fly around a little before we come back down, but let me know if something catches your eye."

He turns his attention, then, from Diarmuid to the bundle in Dragonite's arm. "How's Horsea doing over there, Dragonite?"

"I will!" Diarmuid promises before turning his attention to everything around them.

Below, in Dragonite's arms, Lir hears Professor Oak's question and burbles happily to answer it. Diarmuid hears the sound and turns back to the Professor, "He's very happy! Just like I am! This is the best day ever!"

He chuckles, squeezing his arm around Diarmuid's waist a bit tighter for a moment, in a sort of hug.

"I'm glad, I'm very glad." Dragonite starts to fly around, keeping an even altitude. It's not so fast as to cause motion sickness, but there's still wind rushing past them.

Diarmuid reaches up with one hand to give Professor Oak's arm a squeeze. He remains focused on the view around them for a while, before suddenly turning back to his friend.

"Hey, can we go fly over the pond and the temple? I really like those places. It will be fun to see them from above!"

Sam nods before calling up to Dragonite. "Did you hear that, Dragonite?"

Dragonite gives an affirmative croon, before turning to head back in that direction. This turn is a bit steeper than the others its been taking, and it has to lean into it, tilting its passengers into a precarious-seeming position.

Lir lets out a startled squeak, but Diarmuid doesn't seem bothered by the turn at all. In fact, he throws out his arms and cheers. He feels very safe at the moment and he knows that neither Professor Oak nor Dragonite will let anything happen to him.

"Go, Dragonite, go! Fly fast!"

Dragonite can't go too fast, or it risks overshooting and ending up over a restricted district or beyond the walls, but it's fast enough to enjoy the rush of the wind.

Soon, though, Dragonite slows to a stop, hovering well above the pond. It croons, indicating that it's arrived at the destination. Meanwhile, Sam leans to one side of Dragonite, then the other, looking around at the ground.

"Well, here we are."

"Lir! Look, there is your pond!" Diarmuid leans over as well so that he can see better. Meanwhile, in Dragonite's arms, Lir has settled down and makes happy squeaking sounds. It's obvious he likes seeing such a familiar place too.

"It looks so different from up high. I think I can see all the way to the bottom! And over there it might be starting to freeze a little!" Okay, so maybe it's not that cold yet, but soon enough the pond will freeze and Diarmuid can't help but wonder how different it will look from above once it is frozen.

"Does it bother Dragonite to fly when it is cold?"

In response to his question, Dragonite itself looks over its shoulder and shakes its head a little. It's fine, don't worry! And Sam will elaborate for it.

"Not cold like this, anyway. It would have to be well below zero to bother Dragonite." Dragonite may a double weakness to ice-type attacks, but Pokemon attacks and simple weather are two completely different things.

"Dragonite doesn't feel that warm because their hide is a good insulator. When we land, you can feel Dragonite's breath and see how warm it is." If Dragonite is alright with that, anyway.

"Oh good! I am glad!" Diarmuid leans forward to pat Dragonite. He always worries about those who are doing things for him. Are they uncomfortable? Hurting themselves?

"Is there a certain amount of time that Dragonite can fly?" Diarmuid turns to Professor Oak. "We can land if Dragonite's getting tired!' Plus, he kind of does want to test the dragon's breath as Professor Oak has suggested. He wants to know everything about pokemon that he can learn. They are such wonderful partners!

Sam is pretty sure that Dragonite is fine, but the best way to be sure is to ask the Pokemon itself.

"How are you feeling, Dragonite?" Dragonite gives an affirmative grunt; it's not bothered. "Dragonite seems fine -- did you want to land now?" This was all for Diarmuid's sake, after all, so if he wants to go back, they will.

"If I could fly forever I would!" It's probably a good thing he doesn't have wings of his own, "I just didn't want to stress Dragonite out any! Can we just fly more? I don't really care where. I just want to see more!"

And feel the wind moving around them. It's so freeing and such a good distraction from everything that is going on in the city right now.

Sam chuckles in response to that; the boy really loves being up here in the sky, doesn't he?

"Alright. Dragonite, can you just fly in a few big circles?" Dragonite nods, and sets off again.

"Yay! Thank you!" Diarmuid cheers excitedly and continues to watch everything move around them as Dragonite flies. However, after a few laps, Professor Oak might notice that the boy is leaning back against him a bit more. His excitement is finally starting to take a toll on him and he is getting tired. Not that he will ever admit it. It's just one of the things that happens to small boys.

It apparently happens to small pokemon too, because down in Dragonite's arms Lir doesn't even try to hide the small sound he makes that seems suspiciously like a yawn...

And Sam does notice, curling his arm around the boy more securely.

"Are you alright, Diarmuid? It wouldn't do to fall asleep up here, you know." He looks ahead at where Dragonite is carrying the smaller Pokemon. "Your Horsea seems pretty tired too. Is it time to land?"

They have been flying around for a while, haven't they? To be honest, his legs are also getting a bit tired and ache-y from gripping Dragonite's sides, so he imagines it's taking his toll on Diarmuid too.

Diarmuid blinks at Professor Oak. He doesn't like to lie, but doesn't want to admit he is tired either. Fortunately, Lir makes another yawning sound and Diarmuid quickly switches the topic.

"If Lir is tired, we should probably land for now. Can we fly again sometime? This was a lot of fun and I..." Oops, there he goes yawning. So much for not admitting he is tired, "I really would like to do this again!"

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