It had been almost
a Turn since Damari had found his lifemate on Ryslen's sands. Now, Elcayleth
was a weyrling, and ready to fly...
The sky seemed to be
Elcayleth's element; with Damari on her back, she soared with the grace
that her larger clutchmates lacked. She was not the smallest of the greens,
about the size of a small blue, but had more stamina than the littlest
of the dragons. Altogether, Damari felt his clouded green was perfect.
They were ready as
soon as the Weyrlingmaster called them for practice, and were among the
first to rise. The exhilarating rush of wind past Elcayleth's wings ruffled
Damari's hair, and he mentally congratualated his lifemate for her skill.
You
fly well, 'Cayle.
No.
Elcayleth
was decisive. We fly well, rider mine.
But D'lrik called them
down all too soon. "Alright, weyrlings. Let's see if you can between
as well as fly.
Do you have the
coordinates, Elcayleth? Damari inquired of his pale green bond. It
was several days later, and they, along with the other weyrlings, had been
asked to bring a new batch of numbweed to several of the holds. Their destination
was Lyndol Minehold.
Of
course, Elcayleth told him. But Keylyn
says to wait. D'lrik says we're old enough to finish training at Abri.
Damari nodded. Ok
then. A moment later, Sekayth's blue-to-white wings appeared, and together
the blue and green flickered between.
Lyndol was not an especially
large Hold, but filled with a bustle of people. Their burden was quickly
taken by Mareli, the Headwoman, and to calm his excited lifemate, Damari
quickly returned to the fireheights where Elcayleth waited. Something
wrong, 'Cayle? I've never seen you so overwraught.
I'm
not, rider mine. Just excited. We're going to Abri Weyr! And Dami, I think
we're going home for good.
As they flew
in over Abri, Damari had to agree. This was definitely home.
Read about Damari and Elcayleth
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Elcayleth hatched at Ryslen
Weyr's Flurry Hatching
