1. Blundarth
2. Kraketh
3. Phylideth
2. Kraketh
3. Phylideth
The golden dragon, so far away in the vast expanse of the night, was at the peak of her rage and lust. The males who fell away now were spent, and no longer her concern. Talela was with her, urging her to choose soon, before the queen’s own stamina gave out.
As H’ner walked into the weyr, sopping wet, Talela headed toward him with her armful of towels. With her dragon so focused now, it was a lot more difficult than it had been when D’zek arrived. She paused halfway to press a hand to her forehead and grimace. She didn’t particularly want to “become” Vimiath unless… well, that was why they were here, right? Well. One should never assume these things – not nowadays, anyway. A headache was only temporary, if she’d have to suffer through. She completed her journey across the room and held out a towel toward H’ner, careful not to let her hand come too close to his.
Against the back drop of the twinkling stars, Vimiath arched her wings and slowed to a near stop. Fire coursed through her veins as she stared into the pale face of Belior. He would not outshine her. He could not outshine her. She was queen of the night!
She wheeled about, her hide glowing eerily in his harsh light and her eyes whirling deepest violet. As the covey of bronzes and browns rose toward her, she made her choice. With a triumphant bellow, she descended, spreading her arms wide to receive his embrace.
Dance with me in the moonlight, Blundarth, for we have cheated death this night!
