"Vekunth are you sure about this?" Mik’len cautiously asked his bronze weyrling.
The dragon proudly reared and shook his head. Of course I’m sure.
Mik’len looked nervous. "How can you be sure?"
I’ve been watching everyone else learn to fly. Trust me on this one.
"Okay." Mik’len turned to the man. "I’ll bet. Fifty marks says Diazath learns to fly next." Mik’len silently prayed that Vekunth’s clutch mate made it into the air soon.
Vekunth grinned as Mik’len climbed on. The two had been the first in the air and also the first to be threatened with getting thrown out of the Weyr. Mik’len smiled, remembering. Vekunth laughed as he caught on to what Mik’len was thinking.
I thought Weyrwoman Falora was going to kill me.
Vekunth began to go between and Mik’len made a grab for Gamble. The little bronze firelizard couldn’t between himself. He had to go with Vekunth or be left behind. He squeaked as Mik’len held him tight.
Mik’len grunted as they reappeared above the Weyr. "Thought she’d kill you, she almost did kill me. Personally I think that if we were ready to between we should be allowed to try it."
"Just because you think you’re ready doesn’t mean you are." D’tol the Weyrling Master of Talor Cliff Weyr glared at Mik’len.
"Umm.....hi." Mik’len said, quickly dismounting. "We were just planning on leaving back to our weyr...."
"Nice try Mik’len. Really." D’tol sighed. "If I hadn’t seen you coming in from between I would have believed you."
Mik’len smiled. "Do I get points for good performace?"
D’tol looked like he would have gladly slaughtered the dragon and rider. "What did I tell you about betweening?"
Mik’len lost the cheerful cover. He hated it when D’tol treated him like a child. He was almost 23 turns for shards’ sake. "Not until we’re ready."
"Exactly! Now if I catch you two..."
"Sir!" Mik’len interrupted. "We are ready."
D’tol stopped and glared at them again. No one interrupted him. "So you’re ready are you? Come with me."
Mik’len sighed. I have to learn to keep my mouth shut.
Vekunth trudged along behind. You’re telling me.
Gamble chirped and flew to Mik’len’s shoulder. It almost sounded like the little firelizard sighed.
Mik’len flung himself into his bed and moaned. Every bone in his body ached. "D’tol’s been taking lessons from Magika." D’tol had made them transport loads of firestone back and forth to another Weyr.
Vekunth flopped down on his dragon couch. If that’s what Magika’s like, I don’t want to meet her.
Mik’len laughed and rubbed Gamble’s head. "Naw. Magika’s better. Magika knows how to take a joke, sometimes, and how to let people have their space."
Vekunth grunted.
Mik’len sighed and rolled onto his stomach, knocking Gamble off of him. "I have a good mind to deck D’tol and just head back to Adanuk." His face brightened. "That’s it. Let’s get out of here. I’ll take you to Adanuk."
Vekunth was slightly startled. We can’t just take off, can we?
Mik’len jumped to his feet and started packing "Of course we can. They can’t make us stay. And besides, once we get to Adanuk Magika’ll protect us."
Vekunth got up. I have a feeling we’re going get in trouble for this.
Magika rushed to greet Mik’len. "Congratulations!" She ran up and hugged him. "This must be Vekunth. Falora told me all about it." She rubbed Vekunth’s eye ridges. "He’s amazing!" Gamble shrieked, upset at being ignored. Magika laughed. "Welcome home Gamble as well!
Mik’len smiled. "Thanks. Nice to see you to Magika, Hyth." He nodded to the Sr. Queen who’d come down to see the new comer. Vekunth stood still as Hyth observed him. Mik’len relaxed when he saw Magika smile.
"Hyth says Vekunth’s acceptable." She said making fun of her own dragon. "Which means she won’t chase you two out of the Weyr, yet."
Mik’len laughed. "Got any place for us available?"
Magika grinned . "Of course. But I have to say I wasn’t expecting you. Falora didn’t mention anything about the werylings going home yet and I haven’t heard about any other homecomings....." Magika trailed off and grew wide eyed. She turned to Mik’len, a pleading look on her face. "Please tell me Falora sent you home."
Mik’len went slightly white under the Weyrwoman’s gaze. "Well....."
Magika flung open the door to the weyr, obviously upset. Gamble quickly scooted under the bed and pretended he didn’t exist. Both Vekunth and Mik’len pretended they were still asleep. Magika stormed up to the bed and ripped the cover’s off Mik’len, who promptly sat up. He stared at the ground, not wanting to make eye contact. Magika was mad.
She grabbed Mik’len’s pillow and threw it at Vekunth, who also admitted he was awake. She stood glaring at them both. "I was just at Talor Cliff Weyr. It took me damn near four candlemarks just to convince Falora and D’tol not to have you both killed!" Magika yelled.
For once in his life Mik’len didn’t talk back.
Magika took a deep breath and tried to calm herself down. "I convinced her to let you stay here. And," She added as an afterthought. "No bounty hunters will be sent here."
Mik’len smiled and sighed. "Thanks Magika."
She glared at him. "Don’t thank me. You’re on double chores until....until...until I say you’re off!"
Mik’len gulped. I bet that will be a long time
Vekunth was sulking. I told you we were going to get in trouble for this.
Mik’len tried not to smile, knowing it would only infuriate Magika more. It was worth it to imaging D’tol turning red when he found out we were gone again. Vekunth stifled laughter. Magika glared at the weyrling and he was quiet.
She turned to leave the room, thought of something else and stood in the door way glaring at Mik’len.
"What?" He asked, fearing reprimand.
She threw a sack at him. It was full of marks.
"What?" He was now throughly confused.
"While I was there I met someone. Said he had a bet with you. You were right. Diazath was the next in the air."
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