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| When all the candidates gathered down in the hatching sands at Sapphire, Sabire found himself there as well. Just on a whim? No, hardly. He and Myst were working on their healing talents, and were asked to remain just long enough to help if there were any injuries on the hatching sands. He was surprised. How could there be injuries there? Well, he understood when at least one of the dragons snagged their delicate wing membrane on a stone near the edge of the sands. They could also hurt themselves on the shards and shells, as could the candidates! It was most of the way through this odd hatching -- three clutches at once, it seemed -- when Sabire heard the oddest thing. I'm stuck. I'll never get out. Never. Oh, this is no good. I've been in this miserably hot shell all my life and I'm to die here. Without even knowing who would be my rider... Me, Faloritoth, dying as I escape... The healer looked at one of the eggs, which began to break. The others were all still at the other end of the sands, where most of the other impressions had taken place. The dragon needed a bit of assistance, but Sabire know better than to help one out of the shell. By the time he got to the shell, it had broken mostly open, and the hatchling was snugly wrapped around himself. "Come on, Faloritoth, you can make it!" Sabire cheered to the black hatchling. The color was amazing! Like nothing he'd ever seen! Finally the black dragon exited his embarrassing state of affairs, and crept toward his rider. He was smallish, but seemed strong enough. "You and I will make a great pair in the skies Faloritoth," Sab're said, and smugly looked up at his sister, who still sat in the sands, watching another very odd hatching even as the black and his rider left the sands. *** "You're so proud of that dragon," Myst said to her brother, "and with good reason... He's so beautiful!" Sab're grinned, as he oiled the black's hide. "How big is he going to get?" She asked, and Sab're leaned against the weyrling's side. "I honestly don't know. But from the looks of him, compared to some of the other weyrlings," he indicated several that were practicing flying and formations, "he's bigger than a brown, though." I will be the greatest dragon ever to fly the skies! "I'm sure you will be," Sab're laughed. *** Growing dragons need lots of attention... "I know that, Faloritoth, just ... hold on a second..." Sab're complained to his chosen weyrmate that he was just going to be out for a moment, that she ought to remain just exactly where she was, and he'd be back with some... grapes or something. She is no good for you, my rider. Oh, and you would know? She does not glow. Not like some of the beautiful greens and golds that I have seen... And that orange dragon who clutched the same time I did, she is going to be rising. Her rider is... somewhat distressed. "Don't even think about her," Sab're said, scratching the dark hide of his beautiful dragon. But you are flying your little yellow-haired female, why can I not suggest someone better? And I cannot think of anyone better than that orange right now. She is ... tantalizing... "You're insufferable! Go back to sleep, you great black beast! I'm entertaining!" Sab're called out as he went back into his weyr. He found his companion smirking on the bedclothes, and when he attempted to explain she only broke into fits of laughter. "You certainly are entertaining, Sab're..." She said. *** Faloritoth and Sab're have participated in several Flight Frenzies at the Healing Den! They're still going, this time the Halloween Flight. Wish them luck! ((That was so long ago but now they're up AGAIN those bored idiots.)) |
