Rillen's Second Weyr
Rillen leads you down into the next room of the Weyr, Tang chirps on his shoulder, his eyes glowing in the dark. The room is warm and smells like sweet soap. There on the stone couch lies who must be Partroth, Rillen’s impressed hatchling. His eyes glow and swirl blue and green.
”You can pet him if you wish! He doesn’t mind that,” Rillen says with a smile. Partroth’s skin feels soft suede and smelled of lemon grass. Rillen sits and cradles his impressed’s head in his arms.
“He’s everything and anything I always wanted. Would you like to meet his clutch mates?” Rillen asks, his eyes meeting yours. "Follow me."
