You walk across the sand, and approach the ladder that leads up to Sirion's ledge. Fearing to climb all the way up for no reason, you call out, "Are you home, Sirion?"
A sandy-haired lad, perhaps 17 turns, appears at the edge. "Come on up!" he calls to you, and you start to climb. It's a bit farther up than it looks, but once you reach the ledge, the view is spectacular.
Sirion leads you into the cave, the changes immediately apparent. Where several unfinished paintings had been lying to dry on a stone couch, a dragonet, glistening from a recent oiling now rested. "I guess I shouldn't call you Sirion anymore..." you say to him, and he grins. "My name is S'rion now, and my dragon's name is Lacrith." The dragonrider tells you. You once again stoop next to the couch, but this time to examine the sleepy blue dragon. Even S'rion's paintings never looked this good.
S'rion sits down on the bench, and grins. "Lacrith hatched at the same time as another blue dragon. Like twins, they were. I can see it still. Maybe I ought to paint the scene... what do you think?"
S'rion reaches for a brush, and looks for a fresh canvas. "Next time there's a clutch at Sapphire
Weyr, maybe you ought to apply to be a candidate. It inspires me to this day." You tell him that you might just have to do that, and head for the doorway. Sirion waves farewell to you
as you decend the ladder, and he returns to his work.
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