T'nel smiled up at his brown dragon, almost the size of a bronze. A Turn ago he would of said that Lovkoth was a dragon much too good to choose him, but oh, how wrong he had been in that respect. He'd been chosen by a brown, a brown who was as deeply obsessed with Amisserath as T'nel was with Lecirnor.
She still has no suitors other than me, Lovkoth said in amazement. And she is the most perfect dragon that you have ever seen, isn't she?
T'nel chuckled softly. "Lovkoth, I think that she is the most beautiful dragon, but Lecirnor is most definately more beautiful than her life mate. And as far as her suitors go..." He sighed deeply. "I'm sure that in a bit, she'll have no lack of dragons chasing her. She is the first purple in eighteen clutches at Ocean Side, perhaps the last for a long time. What dragon wouldn't want to sire her clutch?"
I don't know which ones wouldn't, but none of them will, other than me, The brown said stolidly. She has already said that I am the strongest, and we know that both you and Lecirnor love each other. This flight is all that you need to prove it to both of you, because you've been too scared to say it. She won't reject you, T'nel.
The brownrider sighed again. "Lovcoth, I wish it was that easy, but the problem is... What if another dragon catches her? What if Lecirnor falls in love with the rider of the dragon that catches her? I couldn't bear that."
Lovcoth grinned draconicly. I will catch her, T'nel. You shouldn't worry so much. I will catch Amisserath, so that would mean that Lecirnor is already in love with the dragon's rider that catches her. Don't worry.
