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The curtain of the stage
opened. Out comes a man holding a long thin flute. He bows, puts the flute
at his lips and starts blowing it, making an enchanted kind of music you
have never heard before.
The music takes you back to lost worlds, to forgotten times...A female voice
starts singing about the wind in your hair and the love in your heart. The
voice is as pure as the singer is unseen.
Further back the music takes you. You are young, restless and deeply in
love. You have to see your lover. Now. The flute and the voice play separate
parts now. The flute tells you of a man, handsome and strong. His thoughts
far away from the road he's travelling. The voice starts singing a lullaby
for a newborn child. A longing sounds in her song...and a sadness. A sadness
so hurting it makes you cry.
A curse you gasp, instantly knowing their ill-fate. The woman, believing her
lover is death and the man knowing she is lost. Knowing he will never touch
her hair again, or look in her eyes. Knowing he will never see his
Hours go by as the flute and voice carry on their tune. The man always
playing, the voice always unseen. Then as the day fades into night and the
night fades into morning they both stop. Some last notes speak of a hope.
Hope laying in distant planets and Fragile Dragon Wings.
The flute tells you of a man rushing forward on a horse. Straight forward
until a castle appears. The man rushes in, leaps off. Steadily the sounds
get louder, almost drowning out the voice. Then suddenly the flute
stops with one last sad vibrating note. The sound echoes round the theatre
as the voice takes over. Telling you about her child. A girl she tells, Hair
as gold and eyes as blue as mountain lakes. You smile softly as you
recognise the image of beauty reflected in those notes.
The flute takes over again. In the castle you see him run around, opening
doors, looking for her. His heart has lead him here. But he can't find her.
And then, in the last door, smaller and even more neglected than the rest a
The flute echoes the squeek and carefully opens the door, looking around the
corner. A tremor alerts you about the imminent danger. But then the sound
dies down and you hear a melody as clear as a spring stream. It rushes and
bubbles and takes over the melody. Happy it sounds, setting a permanent
undertone for the tragic lovestory. At this point you realise the man has
found an ally. A strong dragon that will take him back to his lover. You
laugh out loud as you hear about the tricks the dragon plays and how it
eludes time space and basic physics in getting his bond home.
Suddenly lightning splits the sky and you recognise the distinct pattern of
Wings. Big wings as yellow as a golden sun. You are blinded, but you can
still hear the two lovers when they materialise on stage.
"Stillness." he whispers to her.
"Echo." she says.
Your eyes become clear again and the entire stage is gone. The flute and
voice have disappeared, but for a moment you can still hear the happy dragon
flying in the sky... happy that he can return the little family home.
MALE YELLOW TELOSH
Echo adopted yellow Telosh at
Stillness is standing at Cy
"It is good for us to be together again." Stillness
said to Echo.
They kissed and Stillness left, entering the sands. Outside Echo and Muse
"What's she do, Daddy?" the young girl asked.
"Get a dragon."
Inside Stillness waited. The eggs were rocking. The
rhythm of each egg was different, but still the rocking of each egg added to
a delightful melody.
The first egg hatched, a blue with beautiful lightning
stripes on his wing. But he wasn't for her, she knew. His music wasn't hers
to see. A second erupted, a speckled green. She wasn't for her either. Her
music was to happy to be hers. The green agreed and went to one of the two
other girls. But the next, a soft speckled yellow dragon was just right for
her. She could hear her music, notes as soft and dripping as a forest after
rain. Yet the dragon didn't knew where to go.
"Who are you looking for?" Stillness asked.
Then somehow, the little yellow dragon heared the music. The voice and the
flute and a soft tambourine joining her melody in a new song of promise.
"I was looking for you. Only for you."
Stillness gasped for breath as she and the dragon linked their minds.
FEMALE SPECKLED YELLOW ANRAEA
Anraea out. Her soft speckles shimmering in the moonlight.
"New dwagon?" Muse asked, running towards her mother.
"Yes, dear, her name is Anraea."
Anraea, glad with all the attention looked around to see her new family.
Finally her eyes meet up with the slightly older Telosh.
"Hello." she said, "My name is Anraea, what's yours."
"Are we friends?" Anraea asked because Telosh wasn't as happy as a yellow
was supposed to be.
"I am, for you, but I remember."
"oh!" she said as she saw what had happened to him. That was no way to treat
a dragon. She ran towards him, pressing her little body close to his and
"You'll never be alone anymore. Without you I wouldn't have found my
Anraea lifted her
heavy head from Telosh' body. She was still tired, but something told her
she should wake up. She had grown very fast the past months, she was a teen,
still very playful, because yellows never lost that trait, but also a little
more aware of what was happening around her. Their riders were out, probably
watching the Valentine Frenzy that was taking place.
A soft burst of anger flared up inside her. She hadn't been allowed to fly
because she was yellow, puh, like she wouldn't know what love was.
"You are just a teen."
Telosh commented, awakened by her angry thoughts,
"They wouldn't have let
you fly anyway."
"I don't see you flying."
Telosh got a bit unpatient with this foolish talking. Anraea had no idea
what had happened when she had impressed Stillness, she was still too young
to understand. Stillness and Echo were bonded almost as strongly as he was
with Echo and Anraea with Stillness. He would never fly another female and
thus he needed to wait. But tell that to this silly little teen who was
going to be his mate in a year or so when she was grown up!
Anraea paced around her room and looked outside, trying to catch a glimp of
those red-white-orange dragons. But they were either too high or too far
away to see.
"Come back and sleep." Telosh yawned and
closed his eyes again. But Anraea wouldn't. She sat down in the opening
leading outside and watched, gazing at the sky, trying to find some sign of
a dragon mating. Her silhouette remained there long after the Frenzy had
"One day"... she thought.
Anraea lay lazy
looking at the water. She could go for a swim... But she was too tired. She
had been training with Telosh. That dragon never let her have any time for
herself! Well she had time now, but she was tired. She closed her eyes.
Suddenly the little feet of Muse came running into Anraea's chamber. Muse
stopped when she saw the big hunk of speckled yellowness and exclaimed:
Anraea lifted her head and looked at the
child. Waiting. Muse always made her point, but never at
once. The girl looked around in the chamber, picking up stuff and putting it
back down. She was humming a tune.
"Mommy want you."
Anraea got up and flew out. When she looked back she saw Muse staring out
the big window she had flown out of, waving. She flapped her wings and
swirled her tail in a reply.