With a small sigh, Philaea went back to studying the eggs before her. There weren’t many, that was for certain...would one of them hatch a gold?
The young woman gasped as an egg began to shake, and then stared as it finally cracked open, revealing...a green! She bit her lip anxiously, sighing in relief as the green impressed to someone else. As much as she wanted to impress, some part of her still needed that gold, the promise that had been made to her by her mother.
Next came a bronze, but there was something about him that drew Philaea’s eyes…he was two-toned! She stared in open shock, her mouth a wide cavern. “Look at him!” She whispered to the girl next to her, who agreed that the dragon was strange indeed.
Philaea was still in shock from the sight of that strange dragon when she felt a breath on her hand and then a small muzzle that forced itself into her palm. She glanced down, and found her eyes captured with a pair of whirling purple ones.
<< You think he's better than me? >> pouted the young gold, her melodic voice petulant. Philaea stared in disbelief, hardly daring to move. All eyes turned to the girl and her new companion, and they saw that she was a very pale gold, with a white underbelly and muzzle. << I am Trinith, Philaea. And I choose you. Of course, if you think that bronze is more beautiful than me… >>
"No, of course not Trinith! You’re beautiful!" she exclaimed, dropping to her knees in the burning sands. She threw her arms around the golden neck, the tears of joy streaming down her face. “Arienth was right! She was right!” Trinith nudged Philaea gently, urging the girl to her feet. << Of course she was right! Golds are always right! >> Philaea shook her head in a rather bemused manner, and continued to lead Trinith off the sands. “Let’s go get you some food, my Trinith.”
<< My Trinith…I like the sound of that. >>
