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D'usk and Sastrath's weyr

"Well, here's more of it, I'm so sorry..." D'usk apologized again and handed the gather-keeper's torn cloth tent strap to him. It was scattered all over the weyr's gather grounds, and scattered mainly because of... "Sastrath!" D'usk called, "have you gotten the rest of them together?" I am trying my friend... But there are many people watching and it is very hard to do this...

"It wouldn't have been so hard if you had stayed in the weyr like you were asked." D'usk said, and then stopped. He walked slowly over to the area where the small blue weyrling was still nuzzling through the remnants of the tent he'd accidentally trashed while trying to swoop over the gather stalls. "I'm sorry, Sastrath. You and I ... we're very much alike. I wouldn't have stayed inside either." And you were going to get me something... I feel very bad, D'usk. I am sorry too. "Here... I found this for you. Let's get this all picked up and then we can have a long bath down at the lake. Okay?" The young rider handed the small dragon a wrapped piece of something... It smelled good, but what in the world could it be? It is food? From a stall here? MMMM! It smells so good! "One of my friends recommended them. The dragon called them Seapuffs... I think you'll like them.

Sastrath and D'usk began to fly Thread with dramatic results. Neither of them became Threadscored, but their tactics became quite well known among the Protectorate wings. One in particular decided that he'd like to see this pair in action. A young looking brown rider, by the name of D'mian, came sauntering up to D'usk when they had finished a Fall. The hall was filled with many riders, their lovers, friends and the staff of the Weyr. "You have some tricky moves, there," he said to D'usk. "We could use someone like you to train some of our riders." D'usk looked him over, and knew without a doubt that this was a Holdborn rider. The way he carried himself, and the attitude he expressed just by standing there... Things he'd seen growing up. "I could, but sometimes it's hard for poor Sastrath to remember all those tricks. It's usually up to me." "Either way," D'mian smiled. "Would you be interested in joining our wing? It's often referred to as the Spy wing of the Protectorate, but we prefer to be called the Long Wing of the Law." D'usk jerked back a little. "That wing? Isn't it filled?" "Not hardly, we've a scattered handful of riders." "Then I'd be delighted," D'usk said. "Once we're off from Blue Star, we'll meet you. Tell me something," he asked of the brown rider, "which Hold were you born in?" Laughing, but still a bit bruised by the obvious nature of his heritage, D'mian said, "Dawnlight Hold. I'm... the Lord Holder Taljorra's son." D'usk laughed, himself. "I'm Paveh's inheritor, so we've got something in common!" Well I for one would like to be rubbed down and tucked in! I'm sleepy! Sastrath Mentally cried out.

Long after the Protectorate relocated to Alskyr, Dusk (minus the annoying ' in his name) and Sastrath wandered through the big Isle weyr until they located a strange humming room. What is in there? Oooh, I do not know if you should go in there. Especially without me. "Worrywart," Dusk muttered. He lifted the dark tarp which seemed to be covering an entrance - hidden to weaker eyes. "I'll be fine.... oooohhhh. What's this?" His voice got quieter and blue Sastrath paced outside nervously. It is dangerous. I know you are curious my rider, but you must learn from your mistakes as I have had to learn from mine! If you keep poking around in dark places you never know what might bite you! I'll bite you, you big whiner... Now look, I think this is interesting. I have heard of these things. Alabaster has a bunch of them. Annoying riders? The dragon wryly thought and Dusk blurted out a laugh. "No, silly. Computers! And hey, this is a star chart..." Dusk ruffled through the paperwork and screens, until it dawned on him what he was seeing. "These are flights, Sas. Mating flight locations! And," he grinned holding one particular page up, "some of them even have records of successes and hatchings. Neat." Your father would love to see some of those, the dragon pondered. Now, which flights are you talking about? Aren't there enough women here for you? "I'm thinking for you, Sastrath, you've never completed a flight, have you..." Not one worth mentioning, the blue sadly responded. He'd flown several greens in his time at the old world, but none fo them were fertile so not one egg had been laid in his name. It is time, isn't it? I want to win a flight! "Well here's a list for some interesting greens and such..." Dusk went through the many listings, until he found a good place that might be right. "Now look, you might not win still, but if you use our old fighting techniques you might just find yourself the sire of a clutch!" Where... where... and who! Sastrath made his rider look at each and every one of the potential females until she showed up. SHE. She is the one! I will try and fly her! "Which one, Sas? The green one with the great red horns... Zironath. She is flying at Falas weyr. That is on the old world. I would love to go back there for a bit. Do you think I could catch her? "It couldn't hurt to try. Says here she is a search rider. That's a good sign that she'll be strong in her flight. But let's get you signed up. Here's a star chart, I'll make sure to memorize it. We'll get there safe and sound." I will try my hardest and I will remember my tricks. I like playing around the threads falling, remember? I could snap my wings down and turn quicker than the wind. I think this Zironath will be a good challenge for me. It will be about time for me to have a clutch with my name as the sire.