Drake read the handwritten letter, a smile creeping across his face. It was scrawled in a flowing penmanship...or perhaps penWOmanship... that was very familiar by now. Jazmyn's report of how the Hold was doing. According to her report, all was well. And Kateem's wife had had a child... a boy. The first time she had borne him a son. Drake folded the letter and added it to a stack of others. He tossed Bijan a small piece of meat, which was...intercepted by a bronze blur and a flurry of flapping wings. Bijan trilled in surprise, as he propelled him self backwards away from the tornado.

"MALDRACTH!" boomed Drake, fighting back laughter. The bronze blur stopped, and Mald looked up innocently. "That was for Bijan!" the flitter lkanded on Drake's shoulder, rambling angrily and shrill.

But I was HUNGRY! pouted the dragon.

"Youre ALWAYS hungry," muttered Drake with a grin. Mald pouted again, and then suddenly pounced onto Drake, knocking him off the chair and sending him sprawling to the floor. Bijan lifted into the air, and circled overhead screaming angrily. Maldracth pounced onto Drake's chest, roaring, and Drake and the dragon rolled around wrestling on the stony floor. Bijan, still muttering, blinked between, perhaps to go visit Jazmyn for a little while of silence away from the two.

Weyrling