Morning Star Weyr

Taralan scrubbed Lunirith's back as he smiled. He had never felt more secure in his life than he had in the past few days. Suddenly, the night blue stiffened.   It is, He sighed, obviouslly in reply to something the green next to him said.   He yanked his tail from Taralan's grasp and prepared to launch into the air.   "Where...where are you going?" Taralan called.   To get Chalyba, Lunirith replied.   Taralan's heart sank. After all the care he had given to Lunirith, after all of that, he was leaving him. Tears welled in Taralan's eyes. That was it! That was the last time he was going to trust anyone that said they'd never leave him! Taralan feriously whipped tears from his eyes.   Never again! His mind screamed, but was interrupted by a demanding voice.   Get in there! The green that had been bathing as well shouted at he and the girl who had been washing her.   Taralan shook his head and hurried into the sands. He didn't want to, but the tone in that green's voice would have made him do anything. He filed back into the stands up on the top raiser and lowered his head to where he couldn't see the hatching. He cursed himself for thinking that Lunirith would keep his promise. He had been abandoned so turn about is far play.   Suddenly, Taralan heard a voice that seemed to surround him, You’re not helping! How’m I supposed to promise to never ever leave you alone if I can’t find you to start with?!   Taralan was so starled by the voice that he stood to see where it was coming from.   There you are! Taralan heard as a small brown/black dragon rushed towards him. I’ll never leave you, Taralan. Never! I am Xerith, and I am yours!   Taralan smiled down at the little hatchling, "Oh, I never would have...Xerith, I, I never..."   You don't need to appologize, Taralan, Xerith sighed. Lunirith knew. That's why he chose Chalyba.   "Well, I never," Taralan smiled as he and Xerith made their way down the stands.   You said that already, Xerith sighed.   Taralan smiled, "I did, didn't I."   Taralan sighed as he took the meat and old from the Weyrlingmaster and sat with Xerith on the cold stone of the Weyrling barracks. What were you thinking before I hatched? Xerith asked. I can't hear you until we Impress. What were you thinking?   Taralan sighed and shook his head, "That I'd never trust anyone ever again, but that was before..."   Xerith squeaked, taking a piece of meat, Before I found, you found me, and we found each other.   "Exactly," Taralan sighed. Continue...