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 Posted: Mon Nov 14, 2005 6:27 am
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Posted: Mon Nov 14, 2005 6:55 am
 ~ Duties as Wingsecond ~
- Assist Wingleader in the management of the riders in his or her wing.
- Wingseconds keep an eye on the riders to make sure that they are fit and able to fight thread.
- A Wingsecond always reports directly to the Wingleader.
- Help the Wingleader in selecting and training riders from the weyrling ranks for their wing.
- Ensures that sweep riding and patrolling, as well as watch/transport duty is being done properly.
- Help maintain a high level of discipline in their wings.
- Handle grievances and incidents that occur within the wing.
- Regular meetings with the Wingleader on Wing related matters.
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Posted: Mon Nov 14, 2005 6:56 am
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Posted: Mon Nov 14, 2005 12:37 pm
 coming from the lake - 1st post
Tallith came to land on the rocky ledge that led into their own weyr, claws scrabbling against the well worn rock as he made a somewhat graceful landing and stooped his shoulders to make it easier for L'cian to dismount. The brown nudged at his rider affectionately and flicked his wings up onto his back, padding over to his couch and settling upon it, blue eyes whirling happily.
The rider gave his dragon an affectionate smile before entering his own quarters, drawing back the curtain that seperated his sleeping room from the main one. He hadn't had a decent sleep since the latest event, which he still didn't like to bring up in his thoughts.
You need sleep His dragon spoke kindly.
"I know, I know."
Then do so and stop thinking about it. He could have sworn there was a mocking tone held within that statement.
Shaking his head wearily the brown rider grabbed a fur that had been folded neatly at the end of his bed and trudged back out to where Tallith lay.
"Mind sharing your quarters?" He asked quietly and frowned at the dragon's low chuckle. The brown nodded his great head and returned his head to lie upon his forepaws, one many-faceted eye turned on his rider.
Could I ever deny you? There was a fondness then, that touched the rider like no one had ever done before and he quickly stepped up to sit beside his beast.
A question nudged at L'cian's weary mind and he reached up to stroke the soft neck of the dragon. "Do you approve of Ephia and Ariath?"
Why would I not approve Lace? The dragon half lidded his eyes as he spoke the affectionate nickname.
"What sort of answer is that?"
Ariath is strong, so is her rider. And L'cian knew that this was the only answer he would ever recieve from his dragon.
The warmth of Tallith's neck was enough to send him into a comfortable sleep, the soft hide comfortable to rest upon and the fur enveloping him with warmth. Why did he choose to sleep in a bed when sleeping here beside his loyal companion was so good.
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Posted: Mon Nov 14, 2005 12:38 pm
- leaving to go to the kitchens
L'cian woke from his dreamless sleep feeling warmer and more rested than usual, he wasn't used to feeling so refreshed and he guessed it was due to being so tired. He hadn't realised just how weary he had been and for the first time since Sirana's death he felt rested.
Tallith was still asleep, his large eyes lidded tightly and breath even and strong. The brown hide still gleamed and he wondered just how long he had been asleep. With a wide yawn he pulled himself up onto his feet, knees popping from the movement. There was an annoying twinge in the base of his neck which he reached round to massage. That was the reason he had his own bed, he remembered with a grimace.
Stretching his arms up above his head he gave Tallith an affectionate pat and headed into his own quarters, rolling the fur and placing it at the end of his bed before heading into the bahing room.
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The water helped ease his sore and aching muscles, refreshing him further and heaightening his cheery mood and by the time he was dressing into fresh garments Tallith was stirring from his sleep. The great beast rose up onto his feet and flicked his tail in a lazy manner, blue eyes rolling slowly as he settled his gaze on L'cian who was hanging in the doorway.
"Good morning sleepy." The rider laughed and strode past him, drawing back the curtain to reveal the stairs. He didn't wait for his dragon to wake up fully, the emptiness in his belly demanding he go to the kitchens and see if there was any food about.
You feast? Was the dragons question as L'cian strode up the stairs and turned right into the corridors.
Yes, are you hungry? There was a hint of surprise in the man's tone.
No, I have eaten well. His dragon gave a sound like laughter, I shall sit on my ledge and wait for your return.
With a curt nod, L'cian continued down the hallways, the scent of klah reaching up to tease his nostrils. Perhaps there would be some pies cooking, even he wasn't afraid to admit his love of them.
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Posted: Mon Nov 14, 2005 12:39 pm
Returning from the Kitchens - RP on page 1
The brown rider entered, pushing the curtain away as he stepped into the dragon's weyr and smiling as the great beast craned his head about to gaze upon L'cian with his whirling blue eyes.
It didn't matter how bad his day had been as long as he could gaze into those many-faceted eyes. Shrugging off his jacket he crossed into his own quarters, throwing the article of clothing onto the bed and returning to his dragon's side.
Something wrong Lace? Tallith asked with a hint of fondness in his tone which warmed L'cian's heart.
"Can I hide nothing from you dear friend?" He smirked and leaned his forehead against the smooth cheekbone, reaching up and wrapping his arms around the beast's head.
The dragon's breath was warm and smelt somewhat fresh considering what the creature ate. Perhaps it was because no flesh had been consumed by Tallith for a couple of days now, all L'cian knew was that his dragon was the finest he had ever seen. Better than any bronze that had flown the skies yet. He pulled away from the dragon and took a step back, grey eyes tracing the soft hide of his beast.
Why would you want to hide something from me? The confused tone that the dragon spoke with caused him to laugh and he gestured for him to go out onto the ledge.
Lowering his head the dragon made the short walk out into the open, lying his great bulk on the usually warm ledge. Today however, dark clouds skimmed the sky and covered the sun so that the delicate rays did not reach Tallith's brown hide.
With a great sigh the brown turned his head downwards, his eyes falling upon the bowl of Rias Weyr.
It is the same and yet it is not. The dragon spoke with such wisdom that it caught the man by surprise as he reached up to caress the eye ridge affectionately.
"You remember the old Weyr?"
It is important to you, so I remember. Tallith replied easilyand stretched out his wings, shaking the folds from the fragile looking membrane before folding them once more.
"You smart beast, then you also know how much I miss home."
But this is your home now L'cian, you must learn to make new friends as I have done.
"You are probably right Tallie my dear friend."
The two fell into a comfortable silence, L'cian musing on the new perspective given to him. It was strange how clear sighted his beautiful dragon could be.
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Posted: Mon Nov 14, 2005 12:41 pm
Shifting slightly so that he was sitting alongside Tallith's foreleg, his own legs stretched out so they hung off the ledge, L'cian reached up to lay a gentle hand on the brown's nose. It was a great comfort to be with the dragon and yet at the same time he felt lonely.
You could always return. Tallith mumbled, lying his great head on the ledge as he watched a blue dragon take to the air. He winged high with great ease and then both him and rider winked into between. L'cian gave a slight shudder at the thought of such a cold place and shifted again.
"Which dragon was that dear brown?"
Zareth.
"Oh yes the dragon of young Nico. I wonder where she was off to."
The lake? Tallith offered sleepily, closing blue eyes and letting out a long warm breath.
"Just because you are always there does not mean every other dragon is." L'cian scolded lightly, stroking the nearest eye ridge.
It was during the moment of silence that passed between them that the rider wondered what Tallith had meant with his first statement.
"Return where Tallie?"
Home.
L'cian smiled weakly and drew his hand away, clasping them together in his lap and raising his eyes to the sky. Yes it would be so easy to jump upon the mahogany shoulders of his brown and go between, they could be in that familiar place in three seconds, but L'cian feared to return in case he never wanted to come back. He was a child no longer and he had responsibilities to Rias and to his wing.
Halath says all is well. The brown crooned and nudged at L'cian, insisting to have his eye ridge attended once more.
"Mother has always seen to that, tell Halath that everything here is fine and that she need not worry about me. I know she still does."
As should all mothers when their young break free from the shell.
"But no harm can come to me here, especially with such a large brown dragon as you." L'cian reached up to scratch the eyeridge again and the pleased humming reverbarated around the weyr.
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Posted: Mon Nov 14, 2005 12:42 pm
 Upon opening the worn looking book, it's leather cover faded from age and use he flips through the pages that have been filled until he reaches a blank one.
He then begins to write... Journal entry ~ 1 Scribbled Parchment
The day is as cloudy as my mind it seems and even though dear Tallith has tried to persuade me otherwise, going home seems like such a bad idea. The old Weyr symbolises my youth and my past whilst Rias is my future, surely here with my beautiful brown I will be able to move on with my life.
And...my dear brother who flies the skies no more would have done the same thing. He would surely want me to listen to the rider part of my heart and do what is best to satisfy my ambitions to prove myself worthy of Tall.
He seems to be snoozing again, the silly beast - happy now the sun has peeked out from between the clouds - I do not know what I would do without him.
Halath also bespoke to him today, it seems all is well with my mother but she mentioned nothing of my father nor the little sister I miss dearly. I wonder what they are all doing now? Talking with friends, bathing with their dragons or perhaps they have been called off on duty. And what am I doing? Sitting here beside a sleepy dragon, the cool wind brushing against me doing nothing but writing this now so I can look back and read about my problems in a time when they no longer exist.
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Posted: Mon Nov 14, 2005 12:43 pm
With a sigh of irritation L'cian got up onto his feet and swung his head round to glance at his dragon. He could tell he was only in a light sleep and if he wanted to wake him up he could quite easily do so, yet Tallith deserved a rest for putting up with him as a rider.
With a fond smile L'cian slipped on his riding jacket and pausing to whisper a farewell to his brown dragon, left the weyr he called home and up the stairs. The narrow stair way widened off towards the top and opened out into a wide corridor. From here the smell of food in the kitchen easily reached him and he automatically walked in the direction.
He had no idea where he was going, all he knew was that he wanted to have a walk and see if he could clear his head.
Departing to the Dining Hall >> page 1
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Posted: Mon Nov 14, 2005 12:44 pm
The large dragon shifted himself once again on the ledge, and yawned wide; his gaping jaws a terrifying sight for anyone who might happen to be near by. The conversation between L'cian, the golden she and the other was beginning to tire him. He would never understand why his rider was so unwilling to talk to others just as he did with other dragons.
The subject of firelizards briefly caught his attention and with a rumble deep in his throat, interrupted L'cian's conversation,
We are useful they are not.
Of course Tallith, they could never replace you, but I've heard well trained ones can be taught to take messages.
Why is that useful? Tallith knew he was quite capable of bespeaking to other dragons, he quite often did with Halath since he had grown rather fond of that mothering green.
Not for us dear brown, you are all I need. I meant for holders who have never experienced the love of a dragon.
He felt the connection between dragon and rider fade again and the brown dwindled on thoughts, if holders were not capable of becoming dragon riders why should they be capable of impressing the little ones? It was yet another flaw, that firelizards were too stupid to know any better, which set the brown against them.
He gave a loud huff and got up onto his clawed feet, stretching lazily and flicking his tail to thwap at a fly which kept trying to land on his flank. He was glad that it wasn't too hot out, for that seemed to attract even more of the buzzy little things.
Wrinkling his snout he padded back into his weyr and turned himself to face the curtained doorway in which L'cian had departed. Perhaps in time his rider would learn to become more cheerful.
Lacuna wishes to know if Lace will visit soon. Halath bespoke to the brown, taking him a little by surprise. It did however make the brown laugh inwardly at the use of L'cian's nickname, Halath was the only other dragon he knew who used it apart from him.
He is talking to the golden she. He replied lazily, the end of his tail twitching from side to side.
Lacuna says she is glad for the change in him.
Do not be too optimistic, I fear this is a one off.
Then I am told to tell you to make sure you assist in keeping the change permanant.
Tallith canted his head and drew in a deep breath, he understood how this fussing annoyed L'cian and he did not want to heighten his feelings towards her by interfering. He thought on how to reply to Halath, knowing that she also mirrored the wishes of her rider - as all dragons should.
Time will work best. He began, shaking the folds from his wings. I have heard the saying that time heals, and so I shall wait and see.
He waited and listened for a reply, but received none and guessed Lacuna had probably given up for now. No doubt she would ask Halath to continue pestering until they did visit, but the brown decided it was best kept secret. Such conversations only put L'cian in a bad mood which would also mean no bonding with the other Weyr residents.
Giving his wings a last shake, he furled them neatly at his sides and lay his head on forepaws, head turned slightly to one side so that one blue eye could gaze upon the entrance.
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Posted: Mon Nov 14, 2005 12:46 pm
Upon opening the worn looking book, it's leather cover faded from age and use he flips through the pages that have been filled until he reaches a blank one.
He then begins to write...
New Year Gather Journal entry ~ 2 Scribbled Parchment
I can't believe it is the end of the turn already, and although I usually despise such events that are carried out on such occasions I have to admit I rather enjoyed myself.
The gather could not have come at a better time, and I'm sure - as well as most others - that this turn will prove to be a good one. It has helped raise spirits of riders, dragons and holders and I think most importantly it helped the Weyrwoman who I was most honored to sit with.
She seems to be taking everything into her stride and seems comfortable with the whole situation, perhaps the gather helped her realise she is doing a fine job.
I even believe dear Tallith is starting to feel at home, although I'm pretty sure he'd feel at home anywhere as long as it had food.
"My very greedy brown, your size shows how much you eat. It has made you a good dragon, powerful and strong. I'm merely pointing out the facts."
Tallith gave a loud snort and nudged at his rider's shoulder with his nose. You seemed to get on fine with the Weyrwoman. There was a playful tune to his voice.
"That's enough Tallie," He reached up to scratch the offered eye ridge and grinned as the dragon broke into a pleasant humming.
Ariath looks more golden by the day.
"You watch her that intently?"
All males notice.
"All bronze males and riders notice. Do you forget your colour my dear?"
I have no wishes to be a bronze, they think too highly of themselves.
"And you do not?" L'cian quirked an eyebrow before turning to his journal and beginning to write once more. Could it be that bronze dragons were even more vain than his Tallith? He felt sorry for those poor riders who had to put up with it.continued... I met the Weyrwoman in the corridor just outside the dining hall by mere coincidence. She seemed in good spirits, and I think she had good reason, so far the events had gone without any flaws or mishap, most likely due to her expertise help.
There had been a lot of people in the dining halls, and I'm quite surprised I entered it to be honest. I suppose I didn't want to look more of a fool in front of Ephia, she had already expected me to stay away, and leaving then would have proved her correct. It seems people have heard of my anti-social behaviour.
There were still plenty of seats available though, and she led the way, offering for me to take a seat with her. It made me feel just a little more important, and we spoke quite easily despite her rank. I must not keep forgetting that rank as wingsecond is also high on the board, yet for some reason I do not think myself as a high ranking rider. Perhaps because my ambitions will me to go further?
The wine, yes it tasted very good indeed and it only seemed right we make a toast on the new turn.
"Sorry to dissapoint you, but I did not."
She has such grace, such beauty. She came close to the lake where me and Siventh were. Tallith's eyes whirled a green-blue colour as he crooned and fanned his wings gently.
L'cian rolled his eyes and reached out to stroke the brown's soft nose. "I'm sorry to dissapoint you love, but I have information from the Weyrwoman herself that Ariath has been keen on bronzes." He found it rather endearing that his brown finally seemed to open up about his attractions. It was like a child's first crush, and extremely sweet to see in the beast.
"Plus, I didn't think you were that interested in females." The rider teased, momentarily forgetting the open journal on the desk.
One has to keep an eye on such things.
"So why not a green? There are plenty of them, and I'm sure they would be crazy for such a large brown as yourself."
Greens... The dragon trailed off thoughtfully. I suppose one day may come when a green will prove to be a challenge for me.
"Ahh so that's it, you want a challenge, and who flies faster than a brilliant gold on her mating flight?"
None except the dragon she longs for. Tallith answered, bugling loudly.
"And Ariath longs for a bronze, so keep your mind from such things." L'cian stood from his desk and leaned forward to embrace the large brown muzzle. "Whether you fly gold of green does not matter to me, I will love you just the same."
And I with you Lace.
A tender moment passed between the pair before L'cian broke free and returned to his writing.Continued again... The rest of the night was spent tasting the wine, I don't drink often since I hate to be drunk or giddy. I like to keep my wits about me and keep myself from doing embarassing things, it just wouldn't do.
Yet all in all everything went well, I met a few new riders who might be joinging my wing and plenty of others who live in Rias hold. It's amazing how many people have left the place they call home in order to help. Dragons and their riders really are saviours of Pern and to one another.
The conversation with the Weyrwoman did not last long - as I had expected. She had many other people and duties to tend to, and I suppose she has it quite hard, not having a moment to relax. I noticed K'rel there also, he must have been forced there by Siventh.
I was half expecting to see my mother turn up, Tallith has been telling me she has been wanting to speak with me. I think Halath is beginning to upset him with all this bugging. He said he was going to keep it secret but decided rider and dragon must not keep such things.
He really is an intelligent beast, and I don't know what I would do without him, all I know is that I can't hide from my family forever...sooner or later I will have to face her. Family is after all, the MOST important thing.
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Posted: Mon Nov 14, 2005 12:47 pm
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L'cian stretched, rolling over onto his stomach and reaching over to the side table, one hand grasping the book that lay there waiting for him. Running his fingertips over the soft leather cover he traced the embossed lettering, and let out a weary sigh.
Carefully he moved to open the book, the creak of the binding and pages as they rustled together when moved filled the room. Clearing his throat he let his eyes trace the words, a childish scrawl that he could only just make out. A tender smile touched his lips as he read the scruffy handwriting, eyes taking in every detail.
My father says I can't go out today, I need to stay and study so that I can grow up to be a good rider when I come of age. He says that a stupid, uneducated rider will not do well and it would embarrass him if I did not impress a bronze.
I don't really understand why it's important for me to become a bronze rider, is it because they are the dragons who fly queens? I wonder if a brown has ever flown a queen, it would be fun to see a brown dragon beat those pompous bronzes.
I suppose if I do get a bronze dragon then it would please my father, I know he was happy when L'cus impressed Ruwath and it would make him look good if I too was capable of being a bronze rider.
I can't wait for the day when I get to stand on the hot sands of the hatching grounds, it must be so exciting to be down there instead of in the seats, seeing the eggs crack open and the little dragonets crawl out into the world. I shan't let my father down, a bronze will be mine. Then I can finally make him proud of me, and be a worthy rider in his eyes.
The brown rider rested his palm onto the entry, written before the birth of his beautiful Tallith, and let out a deep sigh, ridding his chest of the horrible tension. He never thought he would be so grateful that he had impressed his dear and handsome brown. In his eyes, Tallith glowed brighter and more striking than even a queen just before a mating flight.
He shifted, glancing through the entrance where Tallith slept.
The brown had been awake for a while and he knew that he deserved a little rest, especially after that flight around the Weyr to stretch his wings. The brown had complained at first, but after much insisting from L'cian he had finally agreed to go and exercise. L'cian did not want his stunning dragon to lose his broad and supple figure.
It was true that he had always had the idea of being rider of a bronze drummed into his head, but it concerned him that some riders felt that bronze dragons were the only ones of use.
He hoped desperately that people would look upon his dear Tallith and see not just an overgrown brown, but a stunning example that the lower colours could be just as good in flight. It made him wonder how the green and blue riders felt, for their dragons were thought badly of. He had often heard of prejudice against greens for being nothing but flirtacious beasts with no intelligence, and yet he knew that couldn't be true. He had seen the small dragons do amazing things and although they lacked stamina they made it up with agility.
That was one flaw of having such a large hunk of dragon as himself, for although Tallith had the speed and stamina as any bronze, he also lacked a little in agility.
A fond smile touched his lips as he closed his old journal, getting up from the bed and going over to the shelf to replace it. Spinning round again he turned to straighten out the sleeping furs and smooth out the wrinkles in the pillow.
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Posted: Mon Nov 14, 2005 12:49 pm
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Posted: Mon Nov 14, 2005 12:50 pm
Tallith's great bulk filled the entrance to their weyr as he landed gracefully, pausing to beat his wings before tucking them closely to his sides. He was as weary as his rider, and L'cian knew how hard his beast had worked today to get them their amazing pelt.
The rider slid lazily from his dragon's shoulder, the roll of fur still fastened underneath the riding straps. Tallith reminded him gently of this and L'cian quickly complied, undoing the buckles with nimble fingers and sliding the riding straps away from his beast. Pausing only to make sure no damage had been done to the fur.
"Comfortable dear heart?" He asked sleepily, reaching up to encircle Tallith's great head in his arms.
Yes, you should rest. The dragon nudged at him somewhat playful, crooning with satisfaction. We hunted well. He added, obviously very proud of their accomplishment.
L'cian released him and stepped back, clapping an affectionate hand on his dragon's shoulder, a sign for him to continue on into the weyr. Tallith gave a low grumble, padding forwards and lying down upon his fresh bedding, his wedge-shaped head coming to rest against the floor.
The rider yawned again, entering his own quarters and spreading out the fur, pinning it to the ground with an assortment of objects so that it couldn't move. Glancing around he reached over and lit a couple of glows, moving them closer to where he was working. Satisfied that he had enough light he moved quietly over to his desk, opening the draw and picking out a cresent shapped knife.
Moving back to kneel beside the skin he began to scrape away the fat, meat and membrane from the underside of the fur. He continued this for a good hour, ignoring the ache in his arm, and looking only for the pores of the skin which indicated he had done enough scraping in the area.
Then when he was done he carefully moved to slowly buff at the fur, washing it in warm water and sweetsand, working at cleaning the pelt completely before giving up for the night.
His dragon had stirred slightly, outer eyelids pulling back as he shifted his head slightly to peer at his rider.
Sleep. He mumbled from where he lay, too exhausted to move but not so tired that he didn't stress the word.
"I will in a minute Tallie." L'cian sat back, yawning wide and caught the glare of his stubborn dragon. Giving a tired laugh he gave in, "alright, alright, you win."
Did you doubt it? His dragon replied sleepily, letting his eyelids fall closed once more.
"No, of course not."
L'cian agreed that sleep was probably best, he had to wait for the pelt to dry anyway and it would take a while. With a loud yawn he flopped back onto his bed, falling asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow.
It had been a long and tiring day.
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Posted: Mon Nov 14, 2005 12:52 pm
L'cian slept in late - much to his annoyance - and opened his eyes to see the sparkling blue orbs that belonged to his handsome and chivalrous dragon. Tallith crooned a greeting, backing up a little as his rider sat up, his eyes scanning the room deftly before falling upon the damp pelt still lying on the floor.
Rubbing at his eyes with one hand he couldn't stop himself from yawning, wincing as he felt the slight ache in his muscles. Yes the hunting had taken a lot out of him even if he had just been sitting upon Tallith's broad shoulders.
We are a team, we work together. Tallith spoke in a strangely cheerful tone for one who had been so tired.
"Why didn't you wake me earlier?" L'cian mumbled, moving to stand up, arching his back in a long stretch.
You were tired. His dragon replied simply, his eyes whirling a brighter blue-green.
"What's gotten into you this morning?" L'cian asked, immediately becoming suspicious of his large brown, arching one eyebrow in question.
The dragon moved his head completely out of the doorway, rocking back on his haunches and unfurling large wings, shaking them thouroughly. Dipping his head he gave another croon, turning his head towards the sunny ledge.
Ariath shines so beautifully. He replied in awe, fanning his wings gently as he spoke.
L'cian rolled his grey eyes, moving over to his dragon, reaching up to caress the nearest eyeridge. "My dear friend, she is a gold." He whispered, enjoying the peaceful hum that emanated from his beast's throat.
Which makes her shine more the brighter.
"Bronzes fly queens my love, browns do not, you have your greens to watch." L'cian reminded him gently, hooking one hand beneath the dragon's muzzle and turning his head round to face him. "Greens will be lining up for you my dear, why not satisfy yourself with them?"
Tallith gave a low rumble in his chest, shifting himself so that one blue-green eye settled upon his rider.
You do not approve. It was a statement not a question.
"It's not a matter of approving, it's just the way things are."
Why is it only bronzes fly queens? Tallith asked in a tone that told L'cian the dragon already knew the answer.
"Because bronzes are the biggest males, they have better stamina and of all dragons are the most virile."
Am I not as big as a bronze? Do I lack stamina? This was said with no hurt or shame but with something bordering on pride. L'cian knew what his brown was getting at and couldn't help but smile at him. Patting him affectionately on the neck he moved to lean against the great shoulder, breathing in the deep scent of dragon hide.
"What is it that captivates you to this young queen?" He asked out of curiosity, for even though his brown had admired queens in the past it had never been to this extent, not to the degree when he wanted to be a part of the mating flight.
His friend took a while to answer, obviously trying to put his emotions and thoughts into words. She is a true queen. He replied with a quiet tone.
"True queen? so what were all the others if not queens?"
I mean.... Tallith said with what could be described as an impatient sigh. in her actions and words. She holds herself like a queen and no less, she is strong and her rider is also strong.
L'cian felt his face heat up, with embarasment and disbelief, he had never even thought that perhaps his brown had also been considering him in this affair.
"W-what are you t-trying to say Tallith?" What? Why were his eyes stinging like that? He turned around, moving to bury his face against his dragon's smooth, silky soft hide.
You and the golden-she have suffered, both of you hold hurts inside that perhaps you can help one another to heal.
"Ta-Tallie." L'cian felt his heart increase with a sudden renewed warmth, a love that he never believed was possible rose up in his chest. "Even if you never fly someone who can do that, it doesn't matter to me. The only person I need is you, and I don't care what colour you are as long as you stay with me. You are better than any bronze, you are mine and I am yours, no one elses."
His dragon lowered his head, nuzzling softly at his rider's shoulder, eyes lidding in contentment. I could never bring myself to leave you Lace. He spoke with such affection that L'cian thought that the threatening tears would escape.
"Whoever you catch, I want you to fly because you hold affection for her. In a mating flight it is the dragons who choose. The dragons who paint the future on canvas."
We fly together, you with me. Our choices become one and together we decide our future. Tallith stretched out his wing, enveloping L'cian in it's warmth - an equivelent to a dragon hug, and the two shared that soft embrace for a long time after.
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