Immeuzth
"HEY! How come SHE gets to steal the show? I was the one abducted by a weird hydra-dragon and this opal-black... thing!"
(And Chelsey)
"I guess that'll work."
I'm Immeuzth. I'm the big shot around here, no matter what that little girl over there says. I just grew to adulthood- oh, in case you're blind or stupid or something, I'm a dragon. I can fly! Fly! Fly! High, high up in the sky, beautifully pink in the azure blue of the heavens, plunging into the smoky whiteness of the fluffy clouds, and-
"My my, aren't we poetic today?"
Monica chose this moment to walk in, and glared at the bickering rider-dragon pair. "You GUYS! You're supposed to be acting out a nice story to impress Tiyanni with!"
Impress Tiyanni? I already Impressed Chelsey.
"Yeah! She's mine, no matter how much anybody likes her name!"
Monica shook her head. "Tiyanni has her own dragon," she reminded the indignant duo. Then, music started up in the background and she froze. "Elevation influx remix..." Suddenly, she remembered what she had to do and snapped out of it. "Cut! Cut! Ok, let's start over. Wait. Let's not. Hey you, editor, yeah! Typist! Edit me out of this one, ok?"
The typist (aka the real-life Moni), who was sitting at the computer, smiled and nodded, thinking 'No way... this is too good! Especially the influx remix part...'
Suddenly, Altus and Cumulus, the two cloud-people, walked in. The looks on their faces were enough to make Monica scramble for cover behind Immeuzth. Their two dragons, Shailekyth and Kenahousth, followed, looking slightly bemused.
"We demand better upkeep!" Cumulus snapped.
"I was... I was getting to you guys!" Monica squeaked.
"Oh yeah..." Monica said, turning around and facing the typist. "Make sure you tell people to put their mouse over the images, all right? Wouldn't want to miss that part. You are editing this out, right? Oh yeah, make sure you include Altus, Cumulus, Shailekyth, and Kenahousth, or they'll kill me."
The typist gave no response, and merely grinned.
"Right!" Monica said, turning around and facing the three riders and three dragons. "We'll do this right. Chelsey, you come over here. Altus and Cumulus, over here."
"I want to write in my diary!" Chelsey whined. "In my candidate story, I got to write in my diary."
"Do you want cheese with that?" Altus asked wickedly.
"Chelsey," Monica said patiently, "you can write in your diary LATER. Right now, you all have to do a nice adult story. ADULT. That means NO WHINING. And Altus, be nice."
Altus smiled and winked at the short twelve-year-old. "Yes, ma'am!"
That wink was the typist's cue. She turned on "Elevation- Influx Remix", and Monica instantly hit the floor in a good faint. The typist wrote a large screen with scrolling messages into the story, and typed out, "Go ahead, guys!"
Altus and Cumulus picked Monica up. Chelsey rushed over to the trapdoor that the typist just decided to add, and opened it. "There you go, Miss Bossy," she said cheerfully, while Altus and Cumulus dumped Monica down the hole. The typist made sure that "Elevation- Influx Remix" was still playing, then started recording everything that happened. (Which wasn't much...)
The three riders and three dragons sat there staring at each other. Somebody do something. Immeuzth said, presently.
What is there to do?" Shailekyth asked.
I don't know. Leave? Kenahousth suggested.
"Good idea!" Chelsey chirped. "I need to write in my diary- bye!" She exited the room very quickly, and Immeuzth followed.
"All right." Altus and Cumulus said at the same time, looking at each other. Then they grinned and left.
Since both Monica and Alter-Moni the Typist have to go to practice for "The Trial of the Big Bad Wolf", this story will end now. Good bye.
Immeuzth, Shailekyth, and Kenahousth were Impressed at Ryslen Weyr.
"I thought the flight was Immeuzth's!"