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Telven

Telven sighed as he looked about him. He didn't like this. He wanted to get back to his theatre and finish rehersing, but Nell and Drake seemed complete engrossed with the place. He sighed as he was lead over to the Boys' Dorm. Boys! He was nearly 30 so there was no way he could be considered a boy.
As Drake paced about in the room, Telven decided to go in search of somewhere they could reherse. He did a quick nod to Drake and left the Dorm.
Telven looked about the grounds of the Healing Den. There were several open spaces that could be used as a stage. He sighed as he went to see if any of them were close to the size of the Institute's stage.

He found one that seemed like it would work, but it was getting late. Nobody'd want to reherse now, "I might as well go find them and tell them that we're rehersing tomorrow."
Telven turned back to the Boys' Dorm to talk to Drake, but he spotted him sitting over by the edge of the sea.
"There's my star," Telven shouted, sitting down next to Drake. "What you doing, son?"
"Um, nothing, Telven," Drake sighed.
"Good, I thought maybe you and Nell could come reherse. I'm going to see if I can convince the Caerlady to let us perform," Telven said, whacking Drake on the back. "I'll see you bright and early tomorrow morning."
He looked for Nell for several hours but wasn't able to find here. Finally, he decided to give up and find Meteor to tell her they were rehersing, and then to go talk to Baeris about performing.
As he jogged the area of the Den, he spotted Meteor across the way. It didn't seem like she had seen him so he shouted, "Meteor! We're running a rehersal tomorrow. I've gotten Drake to agree with it, but I haven't found Nell, yet."
"Are you sure..." Meteor started, but Telven interrupted.
"I've got to talk to Baeris still, but I'm sure she'll think it a grand idea!" Telven sighed. "I want to see you bright and early tomorrow morning."
He dashed off to find Baeris and talk to her. As he entered the Den's main area, he tripped on something.
"ASHES!" Telven shouted, brushing off his suit. "What type of dragonspit did I trip on?"
He brushed back the sand and pick up what looked like a small rock. Suddenly, it gave a jolt. Telven gasped as he tried to prevent it from falling from his hand. It gave another shutter and cracked. In his hand rested a small brown Caerlizard. Telven was stunned. He'd never seen a Caerlizard before, but he knew that that was what this was.
The brown crooned sadly, and Telven felt a gnawing in his stomach, "You're hungry, huh? Well, love, give me a second," Telven sighed, kissing the flit on his head.
He'd never felt such love for anything or anyone he'd ever met. He stood carefully as not to dislodge the brown who was clinging to his arm, crooning wildly. He rushed into the Den and head down to the kitchen.
"Um, can someone help me?!" Telven shouted aboving the needy cries of the little flit.
"Dear me!" A woman with black hair with a white streak in it shouted. "Hold on. I didn't know there were any eggs left!"
"I tripped over this one. It was buried under the sand at the entrance," Telven sighed, greatfully accepting the meat the woman brought to him. "This little darling is what was in it."
She smiled, laughing, "Renewed vision on life. I still remember that feeling. It will be even stronger when you bond a dragon."
"I..." Telven sighed, looking up from feeding the flit, but the woman had disappeared. "Well, I guess you need a name," Telven sighed, stroking the lizard under his chin. "Renovatio. If I remember my schooling, renovatio means renewal."
Telven turned to leave when the woman's voice echoed in his ears again, "What were you coming down here for anyway?"

"I came down to ask Baeris about performing after the hatching, but this little guy kinda side tracked me. It doesn't matter though. Renovatio is more important than a silly performance," Telven sighed, suddenly realizing that the theatre wasn't the most important thing to him anymore.
"Sounds like a good idea to me," The woman said, smiling slyly. "A performance would certainly add to the evening. Of course, that would really depend on whether your cast was up to it after bonding."
"If this is the feeling you get after bonding, they will certainly be up to it," Telven laughed.
"I'm not so sure," She laughed as Telven yawned. "He's tired so you're tired. Now magnify that feeling."
"I understand," Telven sighed, between yawns. "I better get....to...the..dorm."

"Good idea," She said, escourting Telven to the Boys' Dorm. "It'll be a big day for you tomorrow filled with lessons and chores. Every bonder has to do their share."
"Even the thirty year old ones," Telven sighed.
"Yes," The woman laughed. "Even the thirty year old ones."

***

Telven smiled brightly as the hatching was called. He bound after Drake. He noticed the hesitation in the young man's pace, but ignored it. Telven rushed after him, smiling brightly as he clapped him on the back as Renovatio flittered over and perched on Drake's shoulder.
"Well, my boy, today's the day," Telven laughed.
"Yeah," Drake muttered.
"Something wrong?" Telven asked.
"Nothing," Drake growled.
Telven stepped back. Drake was often a very good humoured person. Something had to be wrong.
Telven realized exactly what it was when Drake bonded a mint green female dragon.
All those things I said before we left, Telven thought to himself. He thought I was refering to him.
Telven beat himself up until one of the darker blues to have slipped from a shell slunk around the shadows behind the center-sands from tiny Trick’s nest. Most people saw him, but for his intended prey. Telven stood trying to calm his suddenly agitated brown caerlizard, when he was pounced upon by a shining starry-blue dragon.
“Darn it, Muzleyth – I didn’t see you coming! I – I,” Telven stammered, aware that above him, hissing at Renovatio, was a tiny dark metallic-blue dragon, whose name he’d just blurted out.
Suddenly the whole idea of putting on a performance dimmed into a tiny pilot-light back-burner. “You’re quite the little stage ninja,” Telven said, “I bet you’ll be good at helping stage magicians and our trap doors...”

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