Bond Story of Cecar Cecar sat on the bed, stunned as she watched the man. She had agreed to stay and he wanted her to go down to the sands and bond.....immediately. Another voice came then. "Karinton... get out of here. What have we told you about playing with the patients?" Cecar couldn't help but snicker, despite the fact she was aching all over. The man beside the bed faltered. "But Quaritoth was so adamant..." "OUT!" Healer M'lian ordered, ushering the greenrider towards the door. He smiled back at her sheepishly and shurgged innocently. "Sorry about that." M'lian said to Cecar. "That one has the Gift of persuasion..." Cecar didn't flinch, at least outwardly. She could be strong when needed. "We'll take you down to meet the dragons once you can sit up without the world spinning. Just be patient..." She's already patient, came a calm voice. But I will wait no longer. M'lian's dragon Trillienth named the voice. "Quaritoth." Cecar had not idea what was going on, besides the fact she had heard a vocie in her head, and another had named it. Quaritoth. It was a nice name. "Since Qua's being demanding, maybe we'll chance it now?" M'lian said. Cecar just managed a small nod. She wanted to see who was talking to her. M'lian helped Cecar to her feet and slowly they made their way to the dimly lit cavern where the dragons awaited. I have heard what you did. One of the mid-sized shadows said. And I know that you are the one I want. Will you be my rider, Cecar? The light brown said as he calmly stepped into the shaft of light from the open door. Cecar felt her heart pounding in her chest, and her head went a little dizzy. The light brown sat, patiently awaiting her answer, and Cecar let a small smile twitch the side of her mouth before nodding. "I would be honored, Quaritoth, though I will admite right off that I don't know much about dragons." That's fine. I didn't say you needed to. He said, twitching his long tail irritably before approaching her and nuzzling her hand gently. "Thank you." Cecar whispered, pulling herself away from M'lian and wrapping her arms around her bond. Quaritoth smiled smugly. ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ As smugly as Quaritoth had smiled, he'd quickly had it wiped off his face when Cecar almost collapsed on the sands from exahustion. As she had recovered, and the bond between Cecar and Quaritoth had grown, Cecar had all but forgotten her hesitation at leaving the school. She had, to tell the truth, no idea how she had managed how to live without Quaritoth. At the moment, however, the two were in a heated argument about their training. It seemed to Cecar that Quaritoth managed to bring out the calmest and most violent parts of her nature. Never before had she shown such temper as she did with the light brown. "No!" She said forcefully, stamping her foot to get across her feelings. Quaritoth's tail was lashing violently back and forth as he silently fumed, waiting for his turn to speak. "If they say we aren't ready, I'm not going to argue." And I say we are ready! Quaritoth replied, just as forcefully. Who better to say than us? "The people teaching us!" Cecar said adamently, crossing her arms and glaring at the light brown while tapping her foot on the floor. Never had she been so.....aggravated by someone. Let alone someone she had to spend the rest of her life with. "We're not going to do anything without their permission." Cecar said, a note of finality in her voice, but she knew Quaritoth would come up with a new arguement soon enough. Storming out of the room, while trying to ignore the protesting muscles in her legs and arms, she tried to think of somewhere she could stalk without getting in too much trouble....or running into too many people. How she found herself at the sands, she wasn't sure. They certainly had a calming aura, considering how quiet the mothers of the clutches kept them. There were three clutches there currently, a gold and two greens. Cecar sighed rather loudly and took a seat in the stands, closing her eyes and letting her thoughts drift towards a calmer stream. "You standing?" A woman's voice asked, and Cecar opened her eyes and turned around to look into the deep, stormy blue-gray eyes of a young woman with amazing black hair. "Standing?" Cecar asked, blinking tiredly and pulling a strand of her own white hair back from her face. It looked....brittle to her. She hated it. "To bond or impress or....whatever. You know? On the sands?" "Oh no!" Cecar said, giggling involuntarily and shaking her head. "Quaritoth would throw a fit." "Quaritoth?" The girl said with a frown, sitting beside Cecar and licking her lips as she thought. "I've heard that name before." "He's one of the hatchlings from Light Gold Xiorayith and Brown Fivrith's clutch. The entire clutch abandoned themselves, and are only know choosing their bonds." "He?" The girl said, suddenly looking uncomfortable. "You bonded a male dragon." "I know what you're thinking," Cecar said with a grin, "and it's not true. I prefer men, one hundred per cent of the time. It's just that the hatchlings don't care much for boys or girls, just bonds." "I'm Quinn." The girl said, sticking out a hand suddenly. "The girl who didn't bond at Falas." Cecar said, pleased she didn't stumble over the unfamiliar name. "I heard. I'm real sorry, but I'm sure you'll do just fine this time around." "Here's hoping. Where is Quaritoth, anyway? I'd like to met a light brown." "He's sulking in our room." Cecar said rather shortly, feeling the wave of emotions through the bond the two of them shared. "Really?" Quinn asked, a glimmer of humor in her eyes. "We had a bit of a....fight. He has quite a temper when he gets going." "I can imagine." Quinn said, her mouth twitching as she turned away. "Though I've heard about his bond's temper as well." Cecar didn't respond at first, just raised an eyebrow and studied Quinn. She looked, worried. "I'm sure you'll do fine. Probably bond from Sigleth's own." "Yeah, right." Quinn said bitterly, glaring at the gold. "The last thing I need is some stuck up gold." "There's some real nice golds." Cecar objected, pulling a white curl down and twisting it around her finger. Quinn watched her and sighed wistfully. "I just wish it was over and done with. You have real pretty hair, you know. You should do more with it." "Right." Cecar said with a smile, tucking her hair back and sighing. "I should really go talk to Quaritoth. Want to meet him?" "You bet!" Quinn said, jumping up and looking embarassed. Cecar pretended to ignore it and they started back to her room. Quaritoth, I'm bringing someone to meet you, and then we need to talk. Please promise you'll be on your best behaviour. Cecar pleaded, feeling quite in control of her feelings at the moment. She waited patiently for an answer. I always am. Came the sly reply, and Cecar rolled her eyes in exasperation. That's what I'm afraid of. She said wryly, crossing her fingers. She really needed to have a good long talk with that light brown. Alskyr knew, she had the time. Cecar bonded at Ryslen