P'der
and Escobath "So this must be what it's like, thought P'der as he jumped between from hold to hall, to hold on search with his now full grown brown dragon, Escobath. Hundreds and hundreds of hopefulls, but only a handful of folk with half a chance. It was hard looking into the eyes of young men and women knowing they wanted to ride dragons, but at the same time aware that they couldn't cope with weyr life. Another day gone by, and not a soul searched. "If all could be dragonriders, who would hold?" Escobath interjected in his thoughts. At once, the image of a planet full of dragonriders crowded into the existing weyrs flooded his mind, and P'der laughed out loud. "Your right Escobath, it wouldn't work." In silence they flew until they came upon a relatively new holding. Curious, the two circled to land. "There is something here worth finding," Escobath said as P'der dismounted to greet the astonished holders coming towards him. |
