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| Impression! |
| Garez of the Squareline stood uncomfortably on the Sands, close beside his captain. It all seemed oddly out-of-focus, as if the events that had brought him here were too strange to be true. Only moments after Killaria’s arrest, before the Dockmaster’s runner was even out of sight, a slender blue dragon had backwinged out of the sky in front of them. The Dockmaster had returned shortly thereafter, puzzlement written all over his face. “They wanted her,” he said heavily. “I had to let them take her; we owe a duty to the Weyr. I’ll have her back quick-as-quick if she doesn’t Impress. I don’t know what I’ll do if she does.” Canharian had taken over. Garez did not trust Canharian; in fact, he trusted him even less than he trusted the Harper Ondros. The first mate was…too good-natured, too jovial, too forgiving. And that sullen cabinboy he kept close by was all out-of-keeping with his approachable mien. No, he thought, he’d do some investigating on his own. The Captain may have trusted Canharian, but Garez was cannier, and more suspicious than that gracious personage. He set off to examine the goods in the hold. Remembrance over, Garez almost smiled. He’d found something in the hold, all right. After nearly being brained by a nervy Canharian and his accomplice, he’d put an end to the suspicions on his captain. And just let them try and blame the poor Captain for something like that again…the woman has the sea in her blood. With the thought, his eyes warmed. Oh, Killaria belonged on the sea--not like him, who’d abandoned it for Turns on end before acquiescing to Eris’ plea. The only reason Captain needs watching over, my dear Eris, is because she’s got a heart as big as the world beneath that commendable exterior. He was still capable of being surprised, however. The commanding young green and her partner had taken the wind out of his sails when they’d informed him sternly that he was to Stand for the same clutch as his captain. There were shells cracking all around him now, and he watched impassively as a brown hatched and Impressed, followed by a blue. They were followed by a pair of oddities; half-black dragons, one a very dark blue, the other a murky green. And finally, an average-looking egg split, and a muscular brown spilled out onto the Sands. He was neither light nor dark; instead, his matte hide was almost exactly the weathered hue of driftwood. Standing fast, Garez felt a sunwarmed echo of that sea-smoothed texture, and a tremendously deep voice shook him to his soul. Like thunder, it rolled out, <<Garezon. A pleasure,>> and as the second mate covertly looked around for the owner of that bass rumble, it thundered at him again. |
| <<I am Nowyrth!>> |
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