Rodilon
:Story::Search::Hatchling::Weyrling::Adult:
:Draco's Inferno Weyr::Tripaldi Weyr

The day of the hatching arrived and the candidates were rushed to the sands. Everyone was surprised when the first two hatchlings dug up a large number of eggs, to bring the total from five to twelve! There would be enough eggs for everyone to impress now.

Rodilon stood amongst the other candidates, not really seeing anything that was going on. He’d been at Draco’s Inferno for several days now and still had not really come out of his dazed stupor. All he could think about was that he would never see Sabriana again, that she’d gotten lost between. He sighed heavily, not bothering to focus on his surroundings in the least. He knew he was on the sands, and he knew the eggs were hatching, but that was all he knew.

A large bronze tumbled from his shell, landing upside down. He flopped onto his back, his wings trapped beneath him. The bronze crooned softly and something in that croon made Rodilon move forward to help him. He helped the hatchling right himself and when their eyes met Rodilon gasped at the swirl of emotion that flooded into him. “Are you alright Atasarath?

Of course I am R'dilon. Maybe I should be asking you that question replied the bronze and Rodilon gaped at the young dragon for a moment before he carefully scooped up the large, unwieldy dragon and carried him from the sands. Was she that special?

R’dilon nearly dropped the hatchling at that and was forced to stoop down and place Atasarath gently on the ground. “What do you mean?”

The girl you’ve been upset about. Was she very special?

“Yes, yes she was," replied R'dilon, almost choking on the words.

More special than me? asked Atasarath, a touch of worry in his voice.

“Of course not, Atasarath, no one could be more special than you are to me,” said R’dilon without thinking and suddenly paused, a smile creeping over his face as he realized the truth of that statement. Never again would he feel lonely or alone, and though it didn’t make the pain of losing Sabriana any less it did make it more bearable somehow.

R’dilon smiled down at his astute bronze hatchling and settled to the ground to feed him bits of meat from the bowl provided for them.