The Field
After Cl'yal invited you to race to the field, you arrive gasping for air.
The sudden bright light of the sun makes your eyes wince. And Cl'yal's tired
but still happy voice almost makes you groan aloud.
"That was fun! Its so nice being able to run through that cave without tripping
on pebbles."
You open your eyes to stare at him. Then you end up staring at the field you
were on....It was huge! The grass looked like it was cut, but it was still half
a foot high. There was a dug-out pond close by with willows around it.
Trees were sometimes not present, and sometimes in bunches...Scattered through
out the field.
You look at Cl'yal, he's feeding a dragon, who looks content.
Cl'yal's saying something to Cartath, and you tune in....
"Cartath, you're a nut, you know. We both are," Cl'yal tilts his head to listen, and starts laughing,
"We've got a visitor!" Cl'yal seems quick to change the subject from whatever Cartath had touched on.
Cartath looks over at you and lays down, again communicating something
to Cl'yal. Cl'yal shakes his head and turns to you,
"My Cartath's something else. He just won't give up an argument, everyone knows that music is the BEST way to relax, but he...."
"Shards!" you say, after Cl'yal rambles on about at least eight differnt things he and Cartath apparently always argue about, "I've never heard of a dragon and rider who are always arguing."
Cl'yal's grinning broadly at you, "Well, at least we don't BICKER, you know, my sisters always yelled at each other. Cartath and I argue to...to...pass the time. Yes we do, Cartath! Well, we also have differnt opinions, but that's only natural. I don't really believe there was two Crossings, but I tell you so just for conversation, and I seriously doubt you believe those little yellow flowers smell better than the nice, big pink-ish ones! You do NOT! The pinkish ones are much better!"
You decide you'd better leave, and let the two figure out the mysteries of numbweed together....
"Come back to watch Bronze Cartath get bigger and better! He's going to be the
best bronze anyone's ever laid their eyes on. Aren't you, Cartath?"
Cl'yal hugged the dragon's head.
Cartath snorted, and Cl'yal again started laughing at whatever reply was
recieved.
Where to?
Glass Island Weyr
Index, if you'd like."
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