Mist lay heavily on the coastline of Falas Island when the low humming rose
into the air. On the dunes lay the last brood of Falas Weyr. On the heights,
dragons that had chosen do doze through the night rose, echoing the cry of
the Weyrleader’s dragon, Zenith. Yakima had passed away early that morning
and Rhiath had strangely abandoned her clutch.
The light of the misty dawn was eerie and painful for some to watch as the
candidates, dressed in white garments, came across the bowl and to the
Hatching Sands. Unlike most hatchings, this one was expected for the morning.
Gerlana and Seneca had woken the candidates an hour before the sunset dragon
had began his beckon. None, it seemed, were sleepy now. Nor were those that
had come to watch this final Weyr hatching.
The eggs were rocking gently at first, then faster until a number of
cracking shells resounded in the large, spacious cavern. In the silence that
had settled over the sands the sound of the emerging dragons was magnified.
Halfway into the hatching a brown was being cornered by two of the boys,
Evron and Xarles, a weyrbrat who was scared and tanned from too many days in
the sun. As his black hair fell in his face, Xarles tried relentlessly to
capture the brown from the other. The brown snapped at his hand suddenly and
butted him out of the way.
Evron froze and blinked. "Spuluth! What was that for?"
"Keeping me from you, of course!"
You didn’t have to bite him, Evron scolded, turning to Xarles who was
"Sorry," he told the younger man.
"It’s alright. Wounds heal."
Then he left as a green and bronze had emerged. He still had plenty of
chances to impress. After the green impressed, the bronze had been joined
now by another green and two struggling whites. Ikron was watching
breathlessly as the bronze moved around candidates and eggs toward him. When
the hatchling was before him, he still wasn’t breathing.
"Can you breath before you look like a blue
dragon?" Nasionalth asked, tilting his head to the side.
Ikron let out a gasp, grinning.
Nasionalth took in a breath, held it for a few seconds and then let it out.
He'd chewed some firestone before and indeed, he was able to produce a small
flame. He hadn't been able to before. Even if it was small, it HAD been
there. Rejoicing, Nasionalth grinned and waited for his rider, ikron
to pat him on the back.
Beside him Spuluth was trying to get the same effect, but all he produced
was smoke. Dejected, the brown dragon looked for comfort in his rider Evron.
Evron happily obliged and also patted his dragon's back.
"We'll get better with practice."
"Hmphh." Secarath interjected,
"I would be able to produce flame."
"You can't try because you're a female."
"And you're a sexist." she hissed.
"Sexist?" Mireille asked, "Have you been hanging out with those Earthern
"But that's what it's called. Not being allowed to
do something because of gender."
"Ah, but if all golds suddenly were to chew firestone, there wouldn't be
anymore dragons in give or take a 100 years. Just think of that. Besides I
know you would have been able to produce the biggest flame here." Mireille
added and patted Secarath's back.
Secarath purred happily.
Spuluth had trained and grown considerably since the time he'd bitten the
weyrbrats hand to keep him from impressing him when he knew his bond was
someone else. He'd gone through some rough patches, but had also experienced
some really amazing things. He had learned how to fly. He was able to
produce flame and direct it like he was wielding a weapon. His agility had
improved and his size and power had grown from being puny to being something
to reckon with.
And still there was the last frontier. The one thing he hadn't tried yet.
Like his bond, Spuluth was foremost passionate in nature. He went full out
when he wanted something and this time would be no different.
"We should join a mating flight." he
"I was thinking the same thing." Evron added.
"That's because I've been whispering to you while
you sleep." Spuluth remarked.
"Those earthlings again?" Evron asked.
"What? they've got good ideas."
Evron caughed and let it pass. Even without subliminal messaging would the
two of them joined a flight sooner or later. Evron too felt like the time
had come to break free from the ties to his brother and Mireille. They would
not miss him since they had each other.
"It's time for us to find that one."
"Got a dragoness in mind?"
"Not particularly. What do you say about going on a
"A trip might be nice. It's not like I have much left at Falas to keep me
"It's decided then. We'll visit the universe and
somewhere, I shall find that one."
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