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| Kythe & Rutanth |
| Rider Kythe glanced affectionately at her white Rutanth, who basked in the warm sand wallow he�d claimed at his birthplace, Talis Weyr. Comfortably, Rutanth shifted so that the heat of the beach sand penetrated deeper into his pearlized hide. Kythe still wasn�t fond of talking, but she could manage it. Rutanth, on the other hand, was a born sweet-talker, silver-tongued and charming. He was also the puzzlement of half the Weyr. It wasn�t /proper/, thought they, that a /male/ white should Impress to a /female/ rider. Things had never gone that way in /their/ day. <<No lady dragon would have done for you, Kythe. You are too quiet, too vulnerable�a tart-minded green would have plowed you into the earth, and a shy one would have you both silent forever. You needed a strong lad like me, who�s handsome, clever, and talented, not to mention modest. We fit each other perfectly, each the opposite of the other.>> Rutanth�s claret-velvet tenor flashed unexpected silver, and the dark flavor of allspice rolled off his mental tongue like a caress. >>Speaking of the ladies, Rutanth, I hear that there�s to be a flight �frenzy�, whatever that is, meant exclusively for riders like you and me�girl-and-boy or boy-and-girl pairings, instead of girl-and-girl or boy-and-boy.<< Kythe�s soft coloratura was breathy even when speaking privately with her dragon, but at least the words weren�t so difficult. <<You mean you�d let me fly, instead of watch?>> the white asked, and his rich voice sounded aggrieved. >>My darling Rutanth, would I bring it up just to tell you no? You�ll have plenty of competition, but you won�t be strange there. The dragons are /strange/�<< Kythe shivered a little. >>Why don�t you see if you can get directions? I don�t know where this �Healing Den� is.<< |
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