Sega, female, 5’6”, 110, aged 21 turns, Standing at Blue Sky

What has happened Before this?

Sega the temptress, Sega the cruel wordmaster... She and her whole Hold were moved with the Kshau Protectorate, with out anyone knowing! But then, that made it more special when she and a dozen others were Searched for old-world sites.

Sega kept a close eye upon Eller. He was the only member of the candidate crowd that she knew, and he kept watching her. She knew that look - but his wasn't untamed like so many lordlings or crafters, his was a measured look. He was a hunter, and a good one at that. Perhaps he was hunting her.

More likely, he was biding his time. Because the eggs on the sands were hardening and it would be any day now - aaany day - that they'd hatch.

It was weeks. Sega had to learn how to do hard work, work she'd never been known to do. Mucking dens? Hideous work. Smelly. Taking the laundry to the drudges to clean... heavy! That was nothing compared to the classes and the firestone drills. She discovered only that while the callouses on her own hands grew - she faintly remembered her sewing circle's conversation about riders hands - her desire to see the eggs hatch also rose.

And at last, while there was a tremendous storm outside, they began to do so.

"What perfect timing," she muttered. The other girls couldn't believe it either - they would have to put on their robes and get down to the hatching sands, in the rain?

It was going to be fine. Sega breathed in deeply - the wind brought fresh rain on it and it had no trace of thread or dangers on it. She was glad that today she'd worn her shoes, because the sands were still quite hot.

Everyone who had bets going (including her, because she had money, and nothing else to spend it on) was pleasantly surprised when a bold bronze hatched first. He almost didn't impress first, though, as a green got out (or tried to) shortly after. It wasn't long before several others, blue and green, had hatched and impressed.

The excitement built, Sega of course was looking continually over the eggs and wondering: when will mine hatch? Is that the one?

A stunned gasp went through the whole cavern, when a pair of dragonets broke shell. One was a big black, bigger by far than the other hatchlings. But that wasn't all - because the female who came from her shell nearby had a green body - but golden wingsails and belly scales!

A rare pair like that? The second set of parents (odd that two females would share the sands anyway) were proud of themselves. They'd clearly been responsible for this!

The little green gold walked around the sands, gazing at the girls. But none of them seemed to be the right one, until she reached Sega. She sat down on the sand, and bespoke.

Sega.

Sega dropped to her knees, just as another had done shortly before. She knew why, now. Because there was a feeling inside her head, in her heart, making her whole body tingle. Warm - love, hunger, itchy, ... the feelings of a dragon newly hatched.

And a name.

"Makvoth?" Sega queried, and the dragonet raised her head with a croon.

Yes!

There was no doubt - the dragonet was her bond. Sega was now a dragonrider, and her mother would be so proud to have another in the family after so long!

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(I'd like to get a hatchling pic, because I want to fiddle with a weyrling/adult story...)

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(adult stage story coming with Eller's adult too.)