| Fi'elt and hatchling green Gebrochenth |
| Fi’elt strode out of the Weyrling Barracks of Tarizal Weyr with far more confidence than he felt, the pale, delicate hide of his lithe Gebrochenth rippling as she gracefully matched him. Still-soft talons yielded to the packed earth as she paced beside him. “What do you think, ‘Broche? Shall I show you off when we fly? Would you like to meet my family?” Gebrochenth’s narrow, beautiful head tilted as she watched him from one prismatic eye; one elongated facet flashed at him, like a wink. <<If they’re all like you. But Fi’elt, the question, I think, is whether or not your family would like to meet me.>> The Holder’s son frowned. “But my da always liked dragons, and Mother thinks you’re the most glorious things that ever flew. Why wouldn’t they like you?” <<Being a dragon is not the issue, Fi, as much as it is…well, you were Heir in all but name before you left, and you might’ve misunderstood. Lord Holders get really /shirty/ about heirs-turned-dragonrider. And lad-and-lady pairings are usually…misunderstood.>> Broodingly, Fi’elt eyed the green. “I…you know I’m not that way, Gebrochenth. I’d still like…” <<That girl,>> Gebrochenth said, disapprovingly. <<If she hadn’t thrown you over. Yes, I know. Are you sure that it wasn’t just her father?>> “She didn’t even come to see me Impress you. I think that’s fair indication of her lack of interest, Broche.” <<Did you invite her? No. Did she even know where you were? No. You didn’t even tell your family, so /they/ missed your Impression. They don’t even know I exist,>> and Gebrochenth ducked her head, shy again. Fi’elt looked down with love in his eyes. “You, m’dear, are never a problem. I’ll reconcile my da to the fact, don’t you worry. I’ll even check up on my girl, if you like. But you, Gebrochenth, are the most important thing in my life, and none of it matters very much as long as I have you.” Her long, pale neck wound around his shoulders was as close to a hug as she could get. |
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