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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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!"

"Of course, if Dragonite wants to. What do you think, Dragonite?" Dragonite looks back and croons in agreement; it enjoys flying with its friends! "Alright, we'd better head down now. Not too steep, Dragonite."

Dragonite obeys right away, slowly spiraling down so as not to risk letting its passengers slip off the front.

"Thank you both! I will look forward to the next time!" However, since this time is about over, Diarmuid focuses on that instead. He holds onto Dragonite because he is getting tired and doesn't want to risk a fall, then quietly watches as they get ready to land. He wants to remember everything. He needs to be able to tell his brother all about it.

Plus...he wouldn't mind dreaming about this until the next time they go flying comes up.

Finally, Dragonite makes it down to the ground, hovering in place while it gently places Lir the Horsea down. Then, it lands proper, though on all fours, relaxing its wings at last.

"All ashore," Sam jokes, withdrawing his arm from Diarmuid's waist. He'll wait a moment to see if Diarmuid wants to try getting off first, otherwise he'll give him a hand.

Once he sees that Lir is settled safely, Diarmuid is all too willing to try and get down himself. It's part of the adventure, after all! He swings his leg around so both are on the same side and the carefully slides to the ground. Once there, he runs over to Dragonite's head and gives the dragon a big hug.

"You are wonderful, Dragonite! Thank you so much!"

Sam follows suit, leaning forward with his hands on his knees once he's on the ground. Meanwhile, Dragonite turns its head toward Diarmuid upon being hugged, sighing through its nose at the boy before it opens up its mouth and gives his face a lick. It follows the gesture with an affectionate "Hroo!"

Diarmuid giggles when Dragonite licks him and then places a kiss on the dragon's nose, before stepping back to gather Lir up into his arms,"Lir, tell them thank you too!"

At Diarmuid's command, Lir makes a happy trumpeting sound and then blows a few harmless bubbles at them, "This was so much fun. Do you want to come back to my apartment? I will make something to eat and drink for you!"

It's the least he can do to thank them.

Dragonite makes another happy croon at that, before standing up. It walks over to Sam, giving him a hug and a lick on the side of the head before nuzzling his hair. The man puts up with it a moment before shooing Dragonite away from his head -- it'll mess up his hair!

"I was just about to offer to walk you home, actually, so that's fine. You don't have to make anything, though."

"But I want to! It's the least I can do to thank you and Dragonite for taking us flying!" Diarmuid shifts Lir so that he can pick his bag back up--he doesn't want to forget it between being tired and excited all at the same time--and then looks down at Lir. "Isn't that right, Lir? Good deeds deserve more good deeds in return!"

Lir trumpets his agreement. It looks like there is no getting out of it, Professor.

"Aren't you tired, though?" It's not that he doesn't want Diarmuid's hospitality, but Sam doesn't want to wear the poor boy out. He's monopolized him enough today. "Why don't we just head back to the apartment for now and we can discuss it when we get there?"

"Oh...yeah...a little," Diarmuid does have to admit that he is tired, but making tea doesn't take a lot of effort, does it?

"Okay! We can see when we get back," he smiles at Professor Oak and Dragonite and then turns to lead the way toward his apartment. "This way! We will be back in no time!"

As long as he doesn't run out of energy anyway...

"Hang on a moment.... Here, Dragonite, take a rest." Sam pulls out Dragonite's Pokeball and points it at the dragon; it releases a beam of red light that envelops the entire creature. Dragonite disappears inside the light, which is then sucked back inside the ball. Sam then casually returns the ball to his pocket and turns to Diarmuid.

Diarmuid tilts his head curiously as he watches Professor Oak put Dragonite back into the Pokeball. He has Lir's sitting on a shelf in the bathroom, but he doesn't ever really use it. Lir seems to prefer being outside of it.

"Do you think I should put Lir into his Pokeball more often? I don't think I have ever used it, but Lir doesn't do things like take people on rides either..."

"If you've really never used it, you should at least give it a try. Pokemon usually find being in a Pokeball relaxing, although some don't like it at all. In that case, it's fine to keep Lir out all the time." Sam reaches over to give Lir a pet. "Whatever makes Lir more comfortable is most important, right?"

"Yes! Maybe we should try. Even just once, okay Lir? That way you can come with me everywhere! Not just to places when I can carry you," Diarmuid looks down at Lir who makes two happy squeaking noises--one to agree with what Diarmuid is saying and one to thank Professor Oak for petting him.

"We can try when we get back to the apartment," Diarmuid laughs. "If I am not too tired!"

Flight of dragons

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Do we want to end with them heading back?

Sure, that's fine :)