Fyridare loved his new life at Ryslen. For one thing, it was no longer quiet - in the literal sense of the word. A little after his arrival at the Weyr, Tiyanni had told the dragons that, since the visitor could not hear human voices, he would enjoy it if they spoke to him. Now, it was as if they never stopped. During almost every moment of the day, Fyridare was able to converse with a dragon. Some might have found this ceaseless 'noise' annoying, but to Fyridare it was ecstasy.
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Surprisingly, Fyridare also found a willing companion in Aventrineth, the abandoned green who made her home at Ryslen. He was a willing listener, and she felt able to talk to him. Hanashimazu too got along well with the green, who seemed satisfied that Fyridare did not aspire to having a gold.
Maybe I could adopt you? Fyridare asked her tentatively one day, unsure of the reception his question would receive. But the green answered,
No, Fyridare. I am sorry, for you would understand me and we would fly Thread well. But I think you need someone without their own problems, someone who can help you. And - she paused for a second - I think that 'someone' may be hatching soon.
Fyridare looked awestruck. The Hatching! Now?
Hurry. I will be watching you. And you will Impress well, green-friend.
Elated, Fyridare thanked her hurriedly, before hurrying to the Hatching Sands.
He arrived and took his place by the other Candidates just as the eggs began to rock. Surprised, Fyridare noticed that there were eight eggs and only eight Candidates. Everyone would Impress, unless a hatchling Impressed from the stands. Turning, he looked around, and saw Quith watching the eggs protectively, with Asien in the stands above. Suddenly, a crack rent the air, and Fyridare turned back to see a brown find his bond in a young girl. One of the brown's green sisters followed, drifting gracefully to Kismae.
A light blue followed, Impressing to another girl, Araen. Finally, a boy Impressed - true-blue Amorith. Yet another green split, and walked to Mishara.
Fyridare began to be worried. There were only three eggs left. What if none were for him? But at that moment, a deep brown hatched quietly from a large egg near him. The regal hatchling made his still-silent way to Fyridare's feet, but said nothing. His silence puzzled Fyridare, who asked aloud, "What are you waiting for, Xhishoth? An invitation?" Eyes whirling a contented blue-green, the brown leaned against the boy, who exclaimed yoyously, if silently, Xhishoth! I knew your name!
Of course. You are my rider. Is this not right?
Yes, Xhi. And you knkow, even though I can't hear the human's, I can hear you. I would love for you to talk as much as you want.
I know now, Fr'dyre.
And Fr'dyre, exalting in his new name, walked out of the Sands with his dragon.
Fr'dyre Impressed brown Xhishoth at Ryslen Weyr of the
