On Silver Wings

The Son of Rokilon

The silver dragon was on her hands and knees in her preferred form of human woman. The scrub bucket sloshed water as she dipped the brush in and spread it about on the wooden floor. Repair crews had been hired and were working slowly to fill in broken mortar, rebuild roofs damaged by years of neglect, and make living areas generally livable. Kerbuchard herself however was cleaning and polishing the wooden floors in the palace. It was hard work, but she believed it would be well worth it when done. Besides, she loved this place. It had been her one true home since she left Eranesse and found herself in Rhydin so many years ago, an outcast of a king's anger.
So much needed to be done. The Gates rehung, the ivy cleared away. A new life would be built.
A footfall brought her head around, a tendril of brown hair falling over a flushed cheekbone.
"Mother?"
The voice made her drop her brush and scramble to her feet. In moments she was in the arms of her son. "Beau! Why are you here? I thought..."
"I came with Valamar... " The soft rolling laughter so much like his father's lingered on and eased her heart. "He says he had made plans before he became ill to go and see a Lord Fael who used to serve Eranesse? I went as far as the borders of the land holdings Lord Fael maintains then came on to find you. The crystal dragon guided me truely."
"Valamar? Well well.. the First Minister of music himself?"
"Ex first minister, mother... "
"Kilanare was wrong about that, Beau and if he thinks that I will honor that wretched Solimac in Valamar's place..."
Beau laughed and held her more tightly. "I didn't come to discuss court politics mother. Even if we don't agree."
"You can't possibly be serious!"
"Mother," his eyes were gentle and sparkling with mischief. His shock of hair, and the expression on his warm face so looked in this light like Rokilon's that she swallowed and stepped back.
"You have a right to your opinions, I suppose, son."
"That's what you've always taught me."
Kerbuchard hmmmphed quietly and grinned. "So why are you here?"
Beau stood as tall as his five foot, nine inch frame would allow and he looked regal in the process. "I'm here to rebuild Gamewell with you."