Starlight Hold: Winter Welcome Gather

Karastan motioned to two of the riders, Airya and Fiatara, two join him on stage. He handed them the music as he began to play. Airya smiled at Fiatara as the both began to sing.

I alight on my dragon, and we fly, high-soaring, O'er Weyr, Hold, and Hall; the land and the sea. I know that wherever, whenever I go, He will always be there, my blue dragon for me. At my blue hatchling's birth, I too was reborn In his youth, I did learn with him too. But today, at his death, I'm alone, all alone, And the Turns that we shared were too few. We had often flown Fall, since we both were quite young; Little did I know today he'd die. But as we appeared flaming, the Thread scored him, And we went between there in the sky. I am pain; I am darkness; My soul is now gone. I am death, my life's void for all time. For my heart has deserted me; my hope is gone, Yet I cannot go between and die, Oh, I cannot, I cannot, go between and die.

As the guest, especially the dragonriders, tried to clear their heads of such a depressing song, Jacosath bulged, Something bad has happened to Aith! S'ron's fine, but Aith...   Just then, a rider winked between with S'ron clinging to his dragon's riding straps.   "S'ron, what happened to Aith?!" Zearia exclaimed as she rushed to help the shocked rider.   "Aith betweened after losing the green's flight. He says he isn't returning to the Weyr until he finds someone who truly cares for him and not just another green in heat," S'ron sighed.   "I'll send Endoth out to look for him," J'gon started, "and we'll get Tiryth on it as well."   "No, J'gon. We should send females only. Aith would probably lash out if Endoth came to find him, and I won't have my dragon injurying yours in any way," S'ron sighed.   "We understand, S'ron," Zearia sighed, wrapping her arms around the distressed Searchrider. "We'll only send females. Also, we'll put in a call to the other Weyrs. I'm sure they would send at least of willing female to search."   Zearia comforted S'ron as dozens firelizards winked between, each heading to a different Weyr with their message, 'S'ron's blue Aith in distress. Females requested to search. Aith is bent on finding a mate that truely cares for him; therefore, all females are forewarned at Aith will be extremely hostile to anyone who appears unsincere.' Continue...