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Date Posted: 08:33:09 02/22/05 Tue
Author: D’von<>Xenzatoth
Subject: I dream of rain…
In reply to: Wessae~Shrineth 's message, "Okay....easy now..." on 23:47:43 02/18/05 Fri

I dream of gardens in the desert sand…

With a blink from between, the bronze and rider appeared seemilgly from no where. Though 23-turn-old D’von seemed to have no idea to where they were destined, Xenzatoth’s determined gaze showed that the bronze knew exactly what he was doing. He’d heard the call, and he was ready to answer.

Dark, rusty wings swooped up and down as the bronze soared to the Flight Grounds, and D’von went immediately pale. He had to shout over the winds, but he was heard by his dragon.

“The—the queen, Xenzatoth? You’re going to try for Shrineth?!”

Yes. The bronze said, determination ringing through his voice. Even if it were not my duty as a bronze, I would try.

D’von just nodded, mentally prodding the bronze’s mind to show his answer. Though he’d known it his duty as a bronze to try for the queen, he wasn’t quite prepared for it now…

Xenzatoth, however, was very ready. As his eyes whirled with lust, he gave a loud trumpet of joy. He was out there to chase the queen, and he would chase until the very end!

And Xenzatoth landed, his eyes didn’t even sweep to the other males. They were as nothing to him. All he could care about was the beauty that was gold, the gold that seemed to fill his soul and give him such a surge of energy that he could fly forever.

I wake in vain…

D’von neatly slid down the crouched foreleg, and backed away from the bronze, over to where the riders were to wait. D’von, though already knowing who the lucky goldrider was, chanced a look in Wessae’s direction, and could feel the dragon’s lust filling him. However, the bronzerider used all his willpower to force it away, and try to think logically.

The queen Shrineth is in flight. He thought, not really to Xenzatoth but to himself. She’s the senior queen of New Isle, and her rider is Wessae. If Xenzatoth wins, then that would make us… Weyrleaders? That thought startled the bronzerider. Though he was always ready to take responsibility for his Weyr, he never thought he’d be in a position where he could actually become Weyrleader! Though, that was entirly up to Shrineth. And, with all the choices, who was to say they’d be the ones she’d choose?

Xenzatoth gave a loud trumpet. While his rider’s thoughts made sense, he would follow her, he would prove himself worthy of her!

The bronze crouched, determined, and looked up to the glimmer of gold he just couldn’t let out of his gaze. She was all he wanted. All he would ever want. And he could try and prove it, just as soon as the bronzes could start to fly…

I dream of love as time runs through my hand…

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  • ...am I yet alive? -- T'bel and Quilth, 18:44:03 02/22/05 Tue
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