I Know My Path [Open]

[Dragon]

Xesne's eyes swept over the Weyrbowl, very aware of Rubiculath's subtle posturing as he rested in the grass nearby. He was a wonderfully handsome bronze, and in Xesne's opinion, he had only grown more beautiful as he had aged. He was shaped exactly as a bronze should be shaped, and at nearly ten months old, he'd outgrown all signs of baby softness and passed ten and a half feet in height.

The young bronze caught the edges of his rider's thoughts and preened further, his mind nudging at hers. I am, of course, the lovliest of dragonkin, he observed arrogantly. Appreciation was, as far as he was concerned, only his due. And Xesne did appreciate his looks, not only for their own sake but also because they would surely allow him to catch queens.

As far as she was concerned, Xesne's path was clear, for all that she had to bide her time right now while Rubiculath reached maturity. Her lovely bronze would catch a queen, giving her a position of prestige, and from there, she would launch her further plans.

For the moment, though, Xesne lay back in the dying grass, gazing up at the clouds drifting across the blue sky. Soon it would be too cold to do this, but the last traces of warmth were still clinging to Fort, and for now she would enjoy it.