The large, brown form of Chirith swooped in to land in the Keep courtyard, Josl jumped down from the shoulders of his large mount and strode over to Roan.
      "Hey kiddo! Guess what I got!" He said as he ruffled Roan's long straw-coloured hair.
      "I dunno Jos, what?" Roan asked expectantly.
      "What did you say was the one thing you wanted more than anything?"
      Roan gasped, "You didn't get me a flit egg?"
      "Naw, I got you a book," Roan's face dropped. "Don't be daft kid, of course I got you a flit egg!" Josl pulled a riding glove from his pocket; inside it was a little egg.

      "Wow thanks Josl, where d'you get it from?" He said as he cradled it in his arms.
      "I've just been on a visit to White River Weyr, and they have lots of eggs and, knowing how much you wanted one, I just picked one up for you."
Roan hugged the tall dragonknight, "Thanks Josl!"
      "Go put it somewhere nice and hot, it's still about a day away from hatching."
      Roan ran to the kitchens and put the egg in a pot of sand by the hearth.

      A small crack heralded the hatching of the flitter egg and woke Roan from his pleasant dreams of the flit within the egg. He had slept by the hearth that night, worried that if he left the egg in his room that it would get cold and not hatch. He got up with a start and ran to the pot, grabbing the plate of meat that he had left on a table. When he got there a purple head was poking from the egg.
      "Shards! A purple! I was sure I'd only get a blue or a yellow!"
      But as the creature emerged from its shell the purple flowed into green, which in turn flowed into silver.
      "Wow it's beautiful!" Roan whispered to himself.
      The little creature cried out in hunger, Roan fed it until it was satiated and nearly all of the meat was gone. He fell asleep with it in his arms.

      Roan woke up to someone shaking him and calling his name.
      "Roan wake up!" The voice called.
      Roan opened his eyes slowly and realised that he was lying on the floor in the eating cavern. He sat up quickly.
      "What am I doing here?" He said as he realised that he was surrounded by people. But they were not looking at him; in fact the only person who seemed to notice that he was there was Josl, the person who had been shaking him.
      "You slept in here. So what are you going to call her?" Josl said.
      "Her?" Roan asked.
      "Oh Chirith tells me that your flit is female." Suddenly Roan remembered.
      "Oh I don't know, let me think... I'll call her Korique. Wait where is she?"
      "Over there! Still asleep. Congratulations on getting such an unusual colour."
      Roan got up; he was still wearing the same clothes that he wore the day before, and walked over to where the crowds of people were.
      "Is it yours?" Asked Kalvin, a young knight.
      "Yes she's called Korique." He replied as he picked up the tiny baby flit.