It may not have been at darling Khamiath’s clutch - oh but she knew it! She was so proud, and so happy for their friend her hearts could burst. She could barely keep her wings from fanning in sheer delight, but she was poised thank you.
She rested her claws under her chin, tail flicking with happiness. Her eyes a delighted warm shimmer watching Kuyzieth strut beside Is’k. Oh what a pair! A darling mirror onto one another. What a lovely day right before Turnsend. She would trumpet if it weren't so uncouth.
“Please, before she explodes.” K’ent laughs, catching up to them. Taking in the sight of Is’k looking more happy, and complete than he could ever figure the harper, no weyrling now, could ever have been before. K’ent’s smile is enormous and infectious.
Like magic, Iskernyk was drawn from the stands to his little lifemate. K’ent had been right there - watched him stiffen at the voice in his head. The near disbelief to delight - the spellbinding of a dragon finding theirs, that always took K’ent back the the night he bonded to his assured little green queen.
Not to mention from the Stands! It happens every now and again, and feels all the more exciting when it does. The dragon always knows darlingdear, no matter where you are. Cyxiiryniadrith supplied. Oh she could just boop the both of them! It was rude to before she even got to say hello - but terribly tempting!
He grabs Is’k around the shoulders and squashes him into a hug, pounding on the back probably a bit too hard, but Cyxiiryniadrith wasn’t the only one delighted! “Congratulations,” K’ent lets go of him after a moment. He turns and takes a glass of wine from off the table. “If you don’t mind, I think I’ll take your drinks tonight too.”
Prism Shine
CHINHANDS
