The sun had long since set, leaving behind a dark sky lit by a slim slice of moon and innumerable stars. The air was chilly, as it tended to be at night, leaning toward a sharp, biting cold whenever the wind got its energy up. The Weyr was not asleep exactly, Weyrs never really were. But it was quiet, and many had gone to their rest.

Not everyone, though.

J'tren had always watched the skies and, since impressing Korianth, had done so all the more. Kori had an appriciation of beauty that rivaled his own, and between the two of them, they were oft awe struck by some otherwise small thing.

Though Kori, was, of course, mostly awe struck by one particular dragon.

No help for that. It gnawed at Korianth like a mild tooth-ache, a hopeless awareness of inevitable failure. It wasn't that it got him down, exactly, Korianth saw too much loveliness in the world to be down. He wasn't one for depression. It was just that, no matter how lovely the world was, no matter how happy the moment, his mind tended to drift.

Moreso, lately. Because, what? He was maturing?

Sometimes, J'tren suspected so. The time would come when Korianth was old enough to chase, and those greens that had caught his flickering fancy were nothing compared to his Kanaleth. Who he would not chase.

Not, at least, if J'tren managed to get him tied down quickly enough.

"Now, look," J'tren lifted a finger, tracing stars in the sky. "You follow that grouping, there? Up, and left, and arc with those really close three? A wherry. You see it?"

I see it, Mine. Though you told me those same stars made a firelizard, earlier. Amusement gently colored the edges of his warm, velvet mindvoice.

"It can be both, Kori. Human nature. Part firelizard, part wherry."

I think perhaps, there might be some more pleasing contrast. Part dragon, part canine? The blue's eyes were on the stars. Do you see dragons in the stars, mine?

"I see quite enough dragons right here."