Raylan

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    Agile in the ground and air
swooping darting, everywhere
glimmering gold for all to see
she is most beautiful to me
none can mach her elegant grace
the queen of her draconic race
 when she springs into sky
she knows exactly how to fly
Nazareth my golden friend
my hear its yours until the end
 

    Poetry was something Raylan had never really tried before until she came to the weyr, and she found she liked it. It soothed her, as if she needed any soothing on this day, and what better to write about than the golden beauty before her?
    It was a clear blue day, pleasant temperature, and the now adult Nazareth was splashing gaily in the weyr lake. She was big, if not as big as the Sr. Queen, and had grown into quite a beauty. Many of the weyrfolk stopped to stare at her as they passed.
    The pleasant day brought Raylan in her mind back home to the gardens, on a day when her brother was gone or else not harassing her. Sometimes she would lay down at the grass and stare at the sky, making pictures with the clouds. Oftentimes, she had seen dragons in the clouds. Now she lived among dragons, and as  Jr. Weyrwoman too, she had a lot of respect. She had formed a somewhat distant friendship with the Weyrwoman, and was often helping carry out weyr tasks. It was a lot of work, but Raylan was used to work, even if this was a different kind. She had learned so much about weyrs and herself through this experience. On this day, life seemed wonderful.
    And now, she didn't have to just lay and stare at the clouds, she could easily sour up into them. From the first day of impression, Nazareth had wanted to fly, and now that she had finally gotten her wish, how she flew! It was wonderful to just soar on the back of her golden dragon, larger by half than all the other dragon colors, the wind in her hair and the sky all around.
    Raylan lay back and stared up at the sky. There were no clouds today, but up above she could see quite a few real dragons. This was home to her, home in a way that she had never felt before, and she felt truly happy.
 


 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
name: Raylan
age: nineteen
family: mother Kotera, father Eldide, brother Dretti, sisters Eamiy and Havney
birthplace: small Cothold outside Cold Rocks Hold
physcial desription: picture above
personality: a strong willed girl, but quiet and thoughtful