You open the second scrapbook, it's thick blue-stained hides as covers. Inside, the first page has these words writen on it: "To my love, for our life ahead, whatever it may bring."

You turn the page and note the few poems scribled onto it's soft paper.


With eyes deeper than the ocean
And the touch far gentler than the breeze
You captured my earthbound heart
Giving it wings of a dragon
And set it free in skies of blue
Untouched by the red-sent silver rains




Flames dance wildly from deep within
Thunder wingbeats of dragon-kin
Skies of silver that once were blue
Show all their bravery and riders true
Raging onward against it's force
Spoiling the evil red-star's course




Above the waving, shimmering white
That welcomes riders and dragons' flight
The Weyr of Blue sits undisturbed
Gentle slopes and winding curves
To all those entering, from the Weyrwoman to you;
"May your journies be far, your life be long, and may your skies be always blue"

Back to the his weyr