[SRP] Wyvern Rescue

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Gwen narrowed her eyes. Beautiful wyvern, and an experienced rider. That didn't match up particularly well with the picture of the bandit gang that had been painted to her by the old man. If he were asking friend or foe, that meant he wasn't looking for a fight. Or he was looking to get her while her guard was down. A one-on-one aerial duel with an experienced wyvern rider was always a risky proposition, though regardless of her own skills or experience -- it was something to be avoided.

With some reluctance, Gwen nudged Freyja into wheeling tightly around and hovering in place long enough for Gwen to adjust her hold on the lance. Freyja, perhaps sensing Gwen's mood, was tense and ready beneath her, waiting for the signal to go on the attack. That wasn't the plan at the moment, however. Holding the lance halfway along its shaft, Gwen moved it in a slow, down-ward half arc several times. Assuming they were both fluent in the eclectic collection of signals common to fliers -- and he did appear to be -- the stranger would know that she was asking him to land.

Aware that she was giving him a very good opening to attack and hating every minute of it, Gwen guided Freyja down in a gentle spiral, toward a relatively flat expanse jutting out of the mountainside nearby. Freyja didn't appear to like this move any more than Gwen did, and made some uncertain grumbling sounds in the back of her throat. But she obeyed, and if this move didn't earn Gwen a javelin in the back, in a few minutes they would both be on the ground and having a chat like civilised people.