Post by shadowreine on Sept 11, 2008 15:48:26 GMT -5
Waking up next to Kelyna had been a sweet relief, not so much because it meant C'lyn was still weyrleader, but because he loved her, in his own quiet way.
He might never admit to it, but he did. What he would admit to was that they made a good team.
He had excused himself after breakfast, the two dragons still sunning in coiled gold and bronze, Kilith's wing over Malaracyth's body. Now he stood in the bowl, glancing around.
His Weyr. For as long as Malaracyth allowed.
He might never admit to it, but he did. What he would admit to was that they made a good team.
He had excused himself after breakfast, the two dragons still sunning in coiled gold and bronze, Kilith's wing over Malaracyth's body. Now he stood in the bowl, glancing around.
His Weyr. For as long as Malaracyth allowed.
