Bonded At Dragon Soul Weyr
Vayelle, Green Deilvarath, Green Tissanaylith, Brown Garath
With a sigh, Vayelle said, "It's a good thing they're all so tiny..." She picked up a shredded fur-cover for one of their beds. "I mean, if they were even half the size they were supposed to be..."
We ARE supposed to be this size! Cried Tissanaylith, if we were bigger we wouldn't be US!
Snickers came from the other five. Tiss had become quite the little prankster, with Deilvarath assuming the big-sister role. Their brown companion-in-bond to Vayelle's lover, Cioraniyeth, was bolder than most bronzes, and just as pleased with himself whenever he did anything new.
Garath, on the other hand kept his thoughts collected. H'ctor, or just Hector as was pronounced, could tell he was always going to be the level headed, cool under pressure type of dragon he'd thought to bond. It was a wonder that he'd been taken by his girlfriend...
Thank you. I think so too. But Mirlanth thinks so too. He and I think that little pest Tess is going to blame something else on us, and we did not do it. Whatever it was. We didn't.
The brown gazed steadily at Hector as he thought this, and Hector couldn't bear to look away, yet... Bursts of a snickering giggle escaped from his mouth, and then finally a rough guffaw.
"What? What'd they do now?" Vayelle asked. Harried, she looked around the wide den for the little terrors...
One of them just learned how to fly. Deilvarath, first to bond, and first to allow their multiple bonds to come. She swooped by, crashed into the pile of blues bonded to Hector, and the next room-cleanup began...
Vayelle, Green Deilvarath, Green Tissanaylith, Brown Garath
"I can't believe they stay with us!"
You can hardly afford to be silly like that, bespoke Garath.
"It's only because we love you all so much," Vayelle hugged her tiny brown. They had grown to about the size of yearling greens, each of them slightly bigger or smaller as their shade would suggest, but they were all just barely rideable and tended to attract a lot of attention.
"Are those really big flits? They don't look like dragons!"
Well, they were. And on their return to the new Protectorate locale, they fit right in. These tiny dragonets would be able to go to only certain mating flights, of course, but they're all quite talented in their own ways.
