Galaxy's Gabbles

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Good Things Come In Small Bundles

Once caravans started to travel to the Weyr, Kanollan dropped everything and ran to them to purchase himself a fire lizard egg. A little one on his shoulder would be perfect, pretty , functional and perhaps the ladies would like it. Once he bought it, he rushed back to the Weyr and snatched juicy meat scraps from the kitchen.

He sat himself comfortably outside, sitting cross legged resting the egg between his legs. The meat juices dripped down his hands onto the grass and he sighed impatiently. The vendor said it wouldn’t take very long to hatch… did he get sold a dud?

Crack!
He watched, starting to rip the meat into chunks the little one could handle. A large part of the shell fell and he craned down to look closely. The egg seemed empty and dark. Where was the flit? Suddenly, the flit sprung upwards at his face, claws latching onto his face and throwing him backwards with a yelp.

The flit peered down at him. That’s definitely gold right? He took the torn meat and slowly put it near the golden flit. She ate it all up greedily and when full she stayed on his face staring at him between the eyes. He smiled as he impressed her, stroking her fat belly.

“I’ll name you Springth…” he chuckled to himself, “ Seeming they decided to spring right out of that egg eh?”

Springth chipped contently. As if agreeing with her name.

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A Place To Call Home

E’nel held cautiously held the ink laden stylus, poised over a blank piece of paper. Almost a turn had passed since Xalemeth’s hatching, more than one since he disobeyed his parents wishes and left for Semaca. He’d not dared send a letter to his family in Igen yet, not as a candidate nor then as a fresh weyrling. E’nel simply couldn’t, many a night had been wasted, staring at the paper on his desk. Words simply could not come out. He gazed at the resting beast occupying most of his sleeping space now. How quickly had he grown.. E’nel leaned his head on his hand, lovingly admiring his partner.

How strange did it feel to call himself now a bronze rider. A grandiose title he often did not feel quite worthy of, seeing to the men of the past it had been attributed with. He told himself he’d grow into it like a boy grows eventually to fill his father’s suit. He turned back to the task at hand. A letter home. I wonder if mother thinks I’ve fallen like Tanu did. Does father resent me for leaving the bakery in his care with no extra labour to help? E’nel wondered, remembering life back at the little hold. The smell of fresh bread in the morning, the collecting of flour from the mill. The simple mundanity of life.

Hold life. Something E’nel thought he’d never find himself missing, he only did when the kitchens baked bread in the morning , the scent taking him back to kneading dough alongside his mother, Tanu front-manning the bakery. His chatter filling the air with such joy and wonder. Nostalgia was a strong sentiment. E’nel flexed his fingers , putting down the stylus , and looking up to the roof of his weyr. Would he trade this life for his old one back? A simple question isn’t it? Any dragon rider would say no in a heartbeat, yet E’nel thought about it. Hesitated. Having his old life back would mean having Tanu back. Something he couldn’t have. Instead he had something new, something else. Not better , not worse. A life that instead of replacing the one he had, would take place along side it and cherish all that had happened.

E’nel looked at Xalemeth again, momentarily touching the bronze’s mind with his, smiling as he grasped the goodness of the dragon’s dreams. Once again he took up the stylus , and put pen to paper. Word upon word appeared writing the story of a new man. He finished his letter , folded it up and made note to send it first thing in the morning.

It was signed,
From E’nel Of Bronze Xalemeth , your beloved son .