Bonded at Cathair Fionabhainn
Then, a darkish green came carefully out of her big shell. She gazed at the walls and the dunes, after her eyes cleared of the shell-mucus. She then walked toward Rell.
I am Jeleneresth. Can you show me some stars? I want to remember them all. All the stars in the world.
Rell laughed, so pleased and surprised that she wasn't quite sure how to answer the dragonet. How lovely, and the mind! Her dragon's mind was rich with questions, all of them Rell wanted to answer. They found some food waiting in the feasting area, soon enough. Rell barely remembered, though the thought nagged at her when she did think, that Emser was still on the sands...
Though they both had to learn how to fight while flying, and Emser certainly liked that part, Rell really wanted to get into the navigation and cartography aspects of dragon riding. There was nothing like having a flying companion whose eyesight worked best in ANY light, whose tireless wings would stretch out for hours as she needed. Recording small islands on a map, Rell dotted her page with ink.
She'd had to come up with a new sort of flying harness, one which almost looked like a hut balanced on the neck of her dragon. Jeleneresth didn't think it was all that odd, because she'd been the one to suggest it.
The papers keep falling from your lap my rider. Let us find a smithy or craftsman that will make a nice table. I remember playing with you in your class room.
"Yes," Rell muttered, "when you nearly knocked the whole map table over... I remember too... You didn't have to work in the latrine for three days, did you!"
That was ... eew. But your table works right, now, doesn't it?
"It works great!" Rell said, over the wind. There was a buffering shield that kept her hair and papers from flying around, along with a clip band around the top of the papers. Even her ink had a special slot where she could dab it into a hole and not get the pen messy.
Will we fly tonight? In the stars?
"... I don't know, Jel. It's been said there are raiders out there. I don't know if I'm all that comfortable with us out there with just a table and quill to --"
I will defend you! Jel cried out, and Rell laughed.
"Okay, okay. But if things get nasty, we'll call Emser and Kendorisoth, all right?"
I would call them anyway. Let us go back in, I want to rest before tonight...
