I will take you where you wish to fly, my friend, but do you have to be so loud about it?
"But you get to fly! I can yell all I want! Whooo HOOOOOO!" She hollared.
You did not tell me that Spring meant loud! You told me it meant that time of year when things start flowering! I haven't seen a spring yet! Except for you! I hope that spring is quiet!
"Oh, hush yourself, and look, R'iel's having trouble getting Ashukuth into the air.
It does not surprise me, Spring, because he is only a blue. He cannot help it.
Us to join their Wing! Isn't it great?
"Well, if you say so... Have I even met any of the riders?"
They say that you will know them when you see them! Drupandith's excited speech almost wore Spring out. Her two fire lizards felt about the same way!
The pair betweened to the meeting place where Drupandith had been instructed to land. It was a dark, spooky place, and Spring recognized it as a very old weyr, one which had not been used in perhaps centuries. It was spoken of in hushed tones, when it was known at all.
We are not the Shadow Wing, one of the other dragons bespoke clearly into Spring's mind. That's for your friends W'ick and R'iel.
"Oh so it's a boys club. I get it." Spring muttered, and spotted the ledge where other dragons were already gathered. "What is this little group calling itself nowadays anyway?" She asked of the skinny blond-haired kid who rode the brown who'd spoken to her.
"The Long Wing of the Law," K'yl answered. "But you might have heard us called the Spy Craft wing." He tossed the hair out of his eyes. "I'd like it if you called us your wing."
"Your dragon isn't even grown up yet," Spring pointed out.
"I know that, but don't tell him..." K'yl chuckled. "So, are you in?"
"Will Ebony be joining us?"
"When she Impresses, probably."
"Then I'm in." Spring saluted the young wing leader, and grinned at the others.
