| Telekar sat, surrounded by his three strange fire
lizards. The first was a normal blue named Sydius. The other two were a female
purple named Myril, and a male black named Sanaht. He looked up at the three
fire lizards in remembrance of how he'd gotten them. A dragonrider had left
them, saying he didn't want them. Speaking of dragonriders... A blue
dragon appeared from between, and spiraled down to the ground as his rider
dismounted. The man looked up cheerfully at his small blue dragon and
smiled. "Would you like to stand at Cincanta Weyr?" Telekar beamed. "Of
course!"
| Yes, Telekar's story is exactly 100
words long.
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| It was rather late when Oraenuth's
clutch began to hatch, but it was nonetheless welcome, as they had taken so long
to harden in the first place. Telekar made his way to the sands with the rest of
the candidates as his firelizard flitted around his head. He watched
excitedly as the first egg to be uncovered hatched into a sturdy brown dragonet.
He bonded quickly and left with his new rider as several more eggs hatched at
once. A large green and small blue bonded, followed by a second brown. The
next batch of eggs to hatch yeilded two blues, a green, and a bronze. Telekar
watched the bronze wistfully, but he was well aware that the chances of being
picked were slim. The duop of blues Impressed first, and left quickly with their
riders-to-be. The green bonded next and left were her lifemate as well. The
bronze looked through the candidates, and Telekar shifted nervously, but the
bronze paid him no attention and chose another young man instead. The gold
mother glared at her mate as another blue hatched, but telekar couldn't tell
why, as he was not privy to the dragons' conversation. He only realized the blue
was a female when her rider called out her name. The next batch of eggs
revealed two greens, twing browns no larger than blues, and a blue dragonet. One
of the green was the first to go towards the candidates. Myril, Sydius, and
Sanaht flew in circles around her head and began pushing her towards Telekar.
Telekar watched in horror and tried in vain to call his pets off. "Sydius!
Myril! Sanaht! Stop it!" Then he heard the quietly amused voice in his head.
I know where he is.
When you were born weren't you awed? Hmm, guess not, you three were stomachs
with wings, right Telekar? Telekar gasped in shock when he realised the green
dragon wanted to go to him. Again he heard the dragon's amused voice.
Of course! I'm your
dragon, after all. I'm Neltonath. Telekar grinned, finally realising that he'd
Impressed. He was a dragonrider. "Let's go eat, Neltonath." And Neltonath agreed
that was a very good idea. |