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Post by robinwing on Nov 6, 2010 18:01:39 GMT -5
Alfrun sat at the port, watching seabirds and humans alike flit about their business. Alfrun doodled the bird's flight patterns at times, and scribbled notes on the human behavior she could see.
She lay on the port floor, one leg dangling over the waves, the other braced against a pole sticking up from the port floor, which reached beneath the floor into the briny deep. She made little to no movement, except turning her head to look at people, and the imperceptible movements as she scribbled doodles and notes. If her head remained still for long enough, as it did when she stared straight up at the birds for a while, many would believe her asleep from a distance.
She was sitting there just letting her mind rest after some time working on the one-handed saddle, she had to fight back the temptation of calling it hers, she didn't have a dragon, and therefore didn't need a dragon saddle. Yes, she wasn't making it for herself, she'd just seen that problem for people missing their hands. She believed she had found a system that could work, where hands would be quite unnecessary, as a harness would hold you on the saddle very securely and your weight and the well known foot positions would do the rest.
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