M'thin

Talor Cliff Weyr
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Mathin stared, wide-eyed with wonder as the two new golds left the Sands with their riders. How lovely they were!

Another four eggs burst then, drawing his attention away. Two greens, a blue and a brown. The blue caught his eye at once. The dragonet was a beautiful aqua color, like a tropical sea. Mathin watched, frozen in astonishment as the hatchling made a beeline right toward him with quick, sure steps. My name is Ishafelth, M'thin! came the confident announcement as the little blue butted his rider's knee. M'thin knelt down and embraced his lifemate, calling out, "His name is Ishafelth!"

She rises! I blood! Ishafelth cried mentally, gliding to the Feeding Grounds. M'thin sighed and jogged out to join the other riders waiting for the green to rise. Ishafelth had participated in quite a few green flights, but had not won any. He was still a weyrling, after all.

The green emerged from her weyr, shrieking, and blooded three kills after a brief mental battle with her rider. She leaped into the sky, followed quickly by her suitors.

Before long, Ishafelth's young muscles were tiring, though he was determined to stay in the flight. Already several of his fellow weyrlings had dropped out. M'thin could feel his dragon's body screaming protest, could hear his blue's labored breathing. Come back, Ishafelth. It's over. he ordered his lifemate firmly.

Ishafelth spiraled back reluctantly, landing beside his rider with wings still spread. I could have won her! the young blue told his rider despondently. M'thin rubbed his dragon's neck in sympathy. "Don't worry, Is', there'll be other flights."

Ishafelth glided down to the feeding pens, the morning sunlight glittering on his well-oiled hide. The blue leaped for one of the wherries, subtly showing off his form. M'thin grinned in amusement from his weyr ledge. Which green's caught your fancy now, dearest? he asked. Ishafelth snorted but responded, Nalinyth. You know, one of the greens from my clutch..

M'thin's eyebrows ascended towards his hair line as he mulled over the blue's words. Nalinyth? The name sounded vaguely familiar. He searched his memory for it.

Ishafelth finished his meal quickly and flew back up to the ledge, whuffing at his rider. Her rider's name is Kethvyna. the dragon informed his rider smugly. M'thin nodded absently.