Haralth looked at his rider. I don’t understand.
De’on sighed. “Neither do I.”
Haralth prodded him with his left foreclaw. He was still favoring the right, though the dragonhealer had said it was merely a slight sprain. You love her. She loves you, but she hasn’t written? The brown asked, trying to make sense of it all. De’on had spent almost two candlemarks telling all his woes to his little brown lifemate. Of course, Haralth wasn’t too sure what it all meant, but telling him made De’on feel better, so…
Haralth looked at his rider’s face. Your grey eyes are nice De’on. I see why she likes them. I would like to meet her.
Haralth said, laying his head in his rider’s lap.
“Someday Haralth. Brylina is a candidate still - D’run says Silvermoon’s clutch will be hatching in a few days. Then it’ll be nearly two and a half turns before we’re graduated…”
Haralth yawned, his tongue lolling. We’ll have to wait then. There is much to be learned. Though the brown was merely days old, he was very scholarly in his mannerisms - of course he was linked mentally to a rather bright Journeyman Harper.
“Indeed, Haralth, Indeed.” As the brown began to drift off into sleep, De’on began to feel drowsy. De’on knew that even if Brylina didn’t pine for him as he did for she, that she would find solace in her dragon-bond… assuming a hatchling chose her.
De’on gazed at the sunrise, wishing he could share it’s beauty with Brylina. How he missed her. He was sure she’d forgotten all about him.
Oh no. Adegometh was talking to me this morning.
“Addie – who?”
Adegometh. Brylina’s green. She says Brylina misses you. I told her you miss her too.
De’on’s eyes went wide. “Haralth! How could you!”
Easily. It’s not like I was lying…
 | Lasair Weyr |