Keylyn

Sekayth: Adult

Baeris Kshau's Healing Den | Ryslen Weyr

Stats | Childhood | 14 Turns | Search | Impression |  Hatchling | Adult

Sekayth is CHASING!

 
        Ready to fly, Se? Strapping on her harness, Keylyn took the proffered leg and leaped to her light blue's back. It was quite a leap; Sekayth had grown amazing while a weyrling and was now as big as a small brown.
        I am always ready to fly Thread, her life-mate assured her. Are you ready?
        Yes. Let's go! After over a Turn of experience, Keylyn had gotten used to the half-falling feeling when her dragon dove off the edge of their weyr.
        You used to be scared, Sekayth reminded her. Key laughed, sending grins into her dragon's mind. Never!
        Sekayth landed in the Weyrbowl with the grace of much practice. They waited for the other dragons and riders to assemble, then flickered between with the wing.
 

        More firestone, Key, Sekayth asked half an hour later. She gave it to him, then watched in pride as he seared a clump of Thread near them. Watch out, dear, there's a patch behind us.
        I know. With the agility that the larger dragons lacked, he spun, flamed, and went between to avoid the Thread that descended over them.
        Good job.
        Thank you, rider mine. More firestone?
        Sorry, I don't. Tell the wingleader we're going back.
        I did. He says Fall will be over in a few minutes.
        Good. But we aren't going to stay. You've done your part, dear. They flitted between, reappearing over Ryslen Weyr.
 

        I didn't get scored, Sekayth proudly informed his rider, once they were back at their Weyr.
        I know, dear. You never do. And I think I know a place that could use a team like us. It's a new Weyr, Abri. Would you like to go?
        I would. But, not quite yet.
        Why not?
 

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