The discovery of what Enbanonth�s amnesiac bond did by totally innocent accident was made immediately � the mothers of the twelve eggs knew instantly that something had happened, but raised no alarm until the sands had been emptied. The girl intended no harm to the eggs � she only meant to prevent the hydra from doing further damage � she had not the slightest clue she possessed magical powers. Jeyann. Came Neva�s calm voice. As mother of four of the affected eggs, she had the right to speak for them all. There is a problem with the eggs. The Prima turned and stared into the rainbow eyes of the first Ryslen white. Around her, the other mothers were moving their babies gently into the larger central ring. Four other mothers crouched protectively over their clutches. The eggs have gone completely cold. Neva� said, her voice laced with unshed tears. Her magical outburst affected them. Iozabinth said, lifting one of the eggs from the clutch he shared with Neva�. His mental voice was heavy too � for Synthiath�s clutch had also gone cold. All four of his offspring. A soft yet confident voice startled Jeyann. �Fanyaramaremea says they�ve been stopped. I�ve called for my mother and grandmother�� Jeyann placed her hand on Laiquasse�s shouilder. �Thank you.� Calca, with her dragon Gzrieth, and the Fantasan queen Yuraodru arrived shortly after the eggs had all been resettled. (Yura was not actually Laiquasse�s grandmother, but rather her great-grandmother, and the Queen of Fantasan Dragons.) Neva� with her two mates, Synthiath, Kshantreath, Lambtath, and Hyperith all sat quietly around the icy motionless eggs. It took moments to confirm the truth of what the dragons had said, but it would take much longer to repair the damage. * * * The weather at Ryslen was erratic at best. It couldn�t decide whether to blow spring gently in, or to blow in another snowfall. Every day it was cold and gloomy enough to hazard a prediction of snow was followed by one just warm enough to melt the crystalline drifts a little further. The hearts of the Ryslenese were similarly afflicted � everyone seemed to long after the warm caress of spring after an incredibly cold winter, but knew full well that until the Flurry clutch was off the sands winter would never truly end. * * * When the attention-getting call of the Flurry mothers resonated through Ryslen the third time, the multitude of candidates (Novos) hurried to assemble. There were more dragons and furry candidates now than Ryslen had ever seen grouped together for one clutch. The eggs were rocking quite ferociously (for eggs�) and yet Yuraodru, Calca and Laiquasse lingered with their charges. Few of those eggs moved. Too few. But at least some were still alive. The first egg to crack revealed a hatchling that was half white, and half red, gold, and orange. He was large about the shoulders, and would have the stamina and strength of a bronze when he was fully grown. He stalked over to the IceLander Guard known for his short hot temper and butted his head into Zreshyn�s leg. Stop being so surly. The hatchling demanded. We have a lot to do. Zreshyn looked down into the rainbow faceted eyes of the hatchling and was instantly in love with the creature. �Yes, Dairnate. Starting with some breakfast.� The second egg slowly gyrated, and then the shell fell away, revealing a hatchling of purest white, burning with flame markings of icy blue. Ironically, he marched straight over to an IceLander who had spent a great many hours gazing into a burning fire. Eyos, my name is Whilaerth. Together, we will have great adventures. The third egg split neatly in half, revealing a creamy colored hatchling who bore the naked wingarms of a featherwing hatchling. Her hatchling plumage was striped with bolder cream and white, and many were surprised when she scampered off after Eyos and his bond for breakfast after shouting her name to the world: Thersalyin, bondless. The fourth egg opened with no fanfare whatsoever, and the RysHathian hatchling within was quick to get to her feet. Her hide was covered with green spots, and her wingsails were silvery. In Orlya�s eyes, she was gorgeous. Thanks! Henirth said cheerily, and led her chosen off to get some breakfast. A bold purple dragoness burst from her shell and trumpeted defiance at the candidates. She knew her bond, and demanded that he come forward and join HER. A dragonish snort was the only reply, and Adaleth did not move. The tiger-eye colors of her hide shifted as the dragoness stormed halfway towards the rusty spotted dragon. Oh great. A purple! He finally said, and stepped forward, stretching his neck out to look the hatchling in the eye. In response, she butted him in the muzzle with her head. Try being nice, Adaleth. Tebriniath said from where she lay in the sand. The dragon half-growled at Tebri�, but sighed and moved closer to the hatchling. Hi�? He tried again. The hatchling nuzzled up to him. Her name is Kerriwyth. He said in surprise. Somewhere, someone laughed. At that precise moment the first of the gently rocking eggs in the tender care of Laiquasse and her kin began to crack. Ironically, it was placed between Lai and her white Flurry dragon Fanyaramaremea like a firelizard egg they had chosen and were eagerly watching. I am no firelizard� the mind-voice of the hatchling said as he pushed apart the ivory shell. Between the dragon-shifter and her dragon was another. He was blue-silver, a sort of Glitzy Twilight, since he was Iozabinth�s son, but he had no wings. None at all. Not even stumps. �He is an Eastern Dragon.� Calca remarked to the assembled. �It is likely that all of these will be likewise.� She indicated the remaining eleven eggs that had been magically �stopped� on accident. Lai brushed a bit of eggshell from the small serpentine dragon�s bristly mane. �So your name is Liuntinweiain?� Blue Spark. Fanya translated, amusement twinkling in her faceted eyes. Yes. Yes it is. Liun� said, crawling into Lai�s lap. Indeed, none could be happier. The next dragon to break shell was marked with the hot colors of fire reflecting on purest snow. He was quick to move to the one person who knew the magic of fire in his heart, and the pain of loss as well. Gaheris� the dragon bespoke him softly. �A� Adesisith.� He finally managed to say, accepting the white hot dragon into his life. One of the largest eggs rocked back and forth a few times, and then finally broke into pieces. From this egg, a dragon that was clearly both black and white came. His stride was sure, and his wings were strong already � He was a Night White Duowing, and he sought for an abandoned gold � Nevioth. He could have said something philosophic and deep, but instead he said nothing at all, nuzzling up close to her and closing his rainbow faceted eyes. His name is Kinsayth. Nevioth said, practically crying in her joy. Muhas fidgeted on the sands, oddly uncomfortable in the presence of so many non-winged folk. It was only a matter of time before a dragon burst from its ivory prison and looked him in the eye. My name is Stelelyja. He said. Come with me. Ayazith dug her purple paws into the sands, her patience wearing thin. Why had she come out here? Why had she chosen to be a candidate? So she could be left standing miserably? Before her eyes, a smallish egg burst, and a dragonet like a silver pearl came forth into the world. Why can�t he be mine? Ayazith thought miserably. Why not? Came a silvery voice into her mind, and the horned purple dragoness looked up to meet the rainbowy gaze of the Silver Pearl RysHathian. Your name is Loyenth? Ayazith queried, and the Hathian Hybrid nodded, then moved closer to nuzzle against her. I�ll be yours forever. Tiny horns punched holes through paper-thin shell as the next hatchling made her way out into the world. The Novo-Dragons watched somewhat eagerly, one remembering the moments of her own hatching. The aqua-green marble dragonet was quick to get out, and quick to find the essential point of balance that gave her grace. She stalked across the sands and came eye to eye with the larger, darker green. Zalinth, I am Tashrilth. Love me. Another egg broke with an audible snap like ice on the river breaking, and a set of silvery-white hindpaws pushed the major pieces apart. The dragonet within was a Light, as far as anyone was concerned, the hindquarters being white while the front of the dragonet was � green and blue and purple, in the cool peacock colors of her mother Nievereinath. With a boldness that seemed to fit with her colors, she stalked right up to the IceLand Huntress Layra. I am Gherantena. She stated simply, and the bond was made. Almost leisurely, the second of Akhrinyath�s eggs broke open, revealing a mossy green dragoness with snow white wingsails. She had a maternal quality about her already, it seemed, and as she approached one of few Ryslen Novos to have children before being Searched, it seemed an appropriate thing indeed. Shyobahn welcomed the hatchling with a hug as she would have welcomed one of her own children. �Maribeth�� The second egg in the circle protected by the Fantasan queen began to crack, and as pieces of ivory shell fell away, a serpentine dragon the color of chocolate coffee and cream was revealed. Long sinuous curves attracted the eyes of many, and as he worked his way towards the candidates, speculations began. Tyribevain knew exactly who he wanted, and as he passed his parents, Neva� and Io�, he grinned at them, and they at him. Long legs carried him swiftly to his chosen, and as Eritoth looked down at the hatchling, he was startled to see black irises set in white eyes � no rainbow facets. The brown-white dragon gathered his brown-white bond to him, happily. A roundish egg grew a network of cracks, and a sandy colored paw sent pieces cascading to the ground. The tan dragonet shook himself free of shards and began to look around. He didn�t care much that his feathers hadn�t grown in yet and his feathered crest looked a little limp. He would be big and strong and powerful � but first he needed� Jorian! The featherwinged male practically tackled the boy. �Nirrath!� he responded in kind, more startled than enthusiastic. An egg shook so strongly that it began to roll across the red sands. Biroy was on edge � it was coming straight to him. Sure enough, the first place the bright red dragon looked when it burst through the shell was at the IceLander. My name is Tarvorwyli. He said with a coy smirk in his mental voice. The dragonet stepped out of the remains of his shell and revealed his snow-marked coloring to be Red Tiger�s Eye � quite distinguished looking, at that! Jinxed? Ryslen as a whole thought not. Two eggs broke open together in such a way that many Ryslen folk immediately took the hint that many of the �full clutches� would break together. Two decidedly wintry dragons picked themselves up from the sand and looked about. The larger of the two was golden, in the way that a leopard ought to be, and the other was icy blue, as one would expect of snow. The gold huffed and headed for the edge of the sands while the blue headed for another IceLander. Dey. I am Verugorion. He said. The gold leopard-dragoness stopped briefly. My name is Oendonri. I choose not to... She stopped speaking, and then went tearing across the sands at such speed that some could not track her movement. You ARE here! Oh Sunayith!! The lavender dragoness was speechless as the golden snowleopard pounced her, but she felt great! A decidedly pink paw burst through the wall of its prison, and as the soft tinkling of porcelain-like shell ceased momentarily, the Melcey in residence got to her feet. The pink dragonet continued to fight against her shell, and soon Scala was helping from the exterior. It was strange to see a small quadruped as anything but an animal, but This Melcey was far more than a mere animal. Scala� Thank you. My name is Seluriiz. The pink dragoness shook her creamy-marked wings open and nuzzled against her chosen. Thank you. The next egg split apart in a burst of fiery glory � a dragon who was marked with red and copper and white stepped forth from the shards of shell and locked eyes with the avian male Weljan. My name is Lestecko. Two eggs crashed together suddenly, spilling a two rainbow-marked hatchlings out onto the soft sands. One was bronze, and the other green. They were both silvery as well � siblings. Two of the Demi-Angels that Nevioth and Eritoth had returned with flew quickly to their sides, and as the rainbow eyes of the hatchlings met his green eyes and her blue ones, the angels seemed to regain a luster that they�d lost. Perhaps it was just a return of hopefulness, but perhaps not. I am Thornalth the bronze said to Ithrao, Ithte, I am Thovranth. the green said, nuzzling her bond�s hand. A large egg broke, and a bright green and black and white form came forth � like Acora�s fuscia bonded Kabiliyt, this hatchling�s hide was quite bold and bizarre. �Whoa.� Someone in the stands muttered. �What is the Matrix?� The hatchling obviously heard, and snorted in derision. My name is Trixeliyt. I have no bond. The novo who had spent most of her life as an armor-wearing bear watched as a pale purple dragonet struggled from her shell. With featherless wings, she was decidedly ill-equipped to face the world alone. Pyree�s heart seemed to go out to the little female, and in a moment of surprise, the bond was made. My name is Usaroflyin� the hatchling said as she tugged a shell fragment from the short striped feathers on the tip of her tail. Two eggs broke open, tipping out a purple marked in gold and a very dark black-blue with matching markings. Five-pointed stars shone all over their hides, and their armored bellies helped to make their parentage known to all � Haukeath and her Starlight Sivilath. The blue was first to his feet, and he helped the larger purple-gold to her feet. Deferring to her, he waited until she had marched boldly across the sands to her chosen. Avkeith! I am Dyleradth. The blue moved then, to a human novo who stood by Avkeith as her friend. Reull, my name is Tellizarth. With an explosiveness that seemed unnatural for the dragon that followed, the next egg broke. Lithe white hide marked with brilliant crimson points. Though everyone assumed the white-red Siamese was male, that was not the case, and Tryl was first to learn that truth. �HER name is Lyneratoit!� So many hatchlings, so many people, L�Natali�Lya was quite distracted, and never noticed the hatching of the dragon who now crept cautiously towards her. What the feline female noticed was the edge of the dragon�s consciousness intruding on hers � the warmth, the love, the companionship. L�Olo�Nyo flew in circles about her head, chittering wildly and then settled abruptly on her shoulder and began scolding something behind her. L�Talia turned and her orange eyes met the rainbow-faceted ones of a beautiful dragoness � Her coloring was only describable as Twilight Wine � deep red port shading down to expensive silver. Without a hint of smugness the dragoness shook her double set of wings out before settling them to her back, and leaned against her chosen. Tell them my name� she prompted. �Her name is Xelitaia!� There was a lull then, and Ikara sent her crew out into the stands, offering drinks and snacks to the spectators � a breakfast the size of a hatching-feast would be served after the hatching was over, and everyone knew that this hatching was far from over! Tired limbs were stretched, bodies resettled, and as soon as everyone was refreshed, Kerilleth gave a bright call, and the attention of the spectators came back to the sands to rest on the large egg between her white paws. The creamy shell broke apart, and a white hatchling stumbled forward. She threw her wings open � all four of them � and revealed the rainbows in them. Kerilleth was quite proud. Oh yes. Osirith too. My name is Attanaltath. the dragonet said airily. There is no bond for me here. The larger of Rainbow-White Hyperith�s eggs came apart in an almost unexpected way � it was like a sleepy child who knew he had to get out of bed kicking the blankets off. The hatchling blinked sleepily at the world, and then perked up. He was blue, for certain, but rainbow as well, with red paws and pink nose. Long horns. He was cute. No doubt about it. Happily he trotted over to where the dragons who were candidates were lounging, and deposited himself like a kitten does between the forearms of a silver-pointed female. Tebriniath blinked twice and looked up from the blue in her arms to the world that was Ryslen. His name is Sedorian. With a decisive kick from within, the next egg opened, and a silver hatchling stepped out. Silvery wings and silvery eyepieces. Silver RysHathian. The hatchling took a long time looking around, and after wearing the patience of every humanoid on the sand to the near end, he stopped before something blue and feathery. Iced Featheryness, You�re not dreaming � I am Dreaem. One could practically see Kshantreath breath a sigh of relief when one of the eggs from the clutch she shared with Gozkirith wobbled itself open. From the midst of the shell came a long slinky dragonet � coppery, wet. His back paws were huge, and his body was long and serpentine. My name is Naphredeari. He announced. My bond is not among these. Two eggs split together, tumbling a green-purple hatchling and a red-black hatchling out onto the sands. They were clearly siblings, but they hardly looked alike. Even so, Treifrinseith and Kendarvav� were pleased. The larger larger of the two, a female, stood and opened her very short almost transparent wings. She would never fly on them, but her oversized webbed paws and long eel-like crest-fin would definitely give her more manuverability in the water than �normal� Ryslen dragons. She trotted to the side of a young woman who had abnormal control over water � Rahsa. My name is Miravei. THAT is Nengoroth. He will not bond today. The red-black male got to his feet and looked about. His muzzle was sharp and unfriendly like, and his primary set dark wings were meant for flight, though he had two sets of short �water wings� like Miravei tucked behind. Another egg split open, tumbling a gold-white ball out onto the sands. It took a moment for the little queen to get herself organized, but once she did, the duowing was in complete control. She trotted right over to her chosen and sat down beside her. Caelis, my name is Jesyranle. The smallest egg of Neva�s clutches rocked feebly once, and managed to crack a little, but then it stopped entirely. Was hatching too much for this little one, after enduring the accidental magic of the amnesiac mage? After too long, the egg fell open, but the hatchling was motionless. A blue and white Eastern hatchling, with a long heavy tail. Was he� From the shadows came an insubstantial form, and Toshi practically jumped out of her skin when Shouraith�s mental prod came. I told you he�d come. The spirit walked (or so it seemed) to the hatchling, passing through the empty shell fragments without disturbing them. Iozabinth would have moved to stop it, but he knew he could not stop a ghost. And he knew that this spirit had been Searched, as strange as that was. The spirit extended a ghastly hand towards the motionless hatchling, and at the exact moment it would have touched the blue-white hide the spirit dissipated, as though it was a flame something larger had just blown out. A few heartbeats more, and the hatchling stirred. His eyes flickered open, revealing roundly black irises set in white � no faceted eyes on this one. �I�� The hatchling said, struggling to get upright. He looked around, and then up at Neva� and Io�. �Thank you.� He said to them, realizing what had happened. �Call me Walker�� After that spectacle, the simultaneous hatching of two eggs just barely got the attention of the spectators back on the task at hand. From the first egg, a silver winged RysHathian crept, and from the second, a three headed Hydra! The Hybrid Hathian was about ready to creep back into his shell when he saw the rainbow-colored beast before him, but stopped in his tracks. All three of the Hydra�s faces reflected a gentle curiousity, and her mannerism was calm. Was she a good Hydra?! His name is Astriem, and mine is Gail�brytixko. The Hydra announced to the world. Had they bonded? A few healers, including the infamous Baeris, quietly moved to where Mystic was, in case the mage had grown faint at the prospect. A silver hatchling pushed out of its egg, and promptly lost its balance. The hatchling tried in vain to keep upright by flapping its bony wing arms, but lacking substantial feathers, the poor thing fell face first into the sand. �Oh Peghranth!� Paneso cried, leaping to the silver hatchling�s aid. �You look just awful.� The hatchling pouted at him, it seemed, and Idris� Dokarath trumpeted encouragement to her little brother, flaring her rainbow-feathered wings. He too would have rainbow plumage, it seemed! �Snow Flower!� Juadas exclaimed, tugging on Xav�s sleeve and pointing to where two eggs were dangerously close to rocking into each other. Yuraodru saw it too, and was about to move them slightly further apart to spare them the pain of crashing when the two eggs fell open in succession. The first held a silvery-purple whose hide shown like a very wet celestial gem, and the second held what had to be a Glitz Blue� except he was very definitely of serpentine Eastern form. �Snow Flower!� Juadas insisted, starting towards the hatchlings. Xav shook his head and tried to hold her back, but found himself pulled along instead. My name is Nerriea. The purple said as she twined around Juadas� ankles. Mine is Nallivain. the blue said into Xav�s mind, surprising him. The Icarian Wind Drak, Cephari practically hissed at the mothers anywhere near her as her first egg began to crack. �It iss undignified!� She hissed, coiling protectively about the soon-to-be-hatched, throwing open her wings to give the drakling secluded privacy in which to hatch. In a moment, she relaxed her guard, and allowed the silver-and-gold form of the young Ore Drak to be revealed to Ryslen. �He will not Mind Pair. His name is Malcelebriso.� Cephari announced, and the brightness of the drakling�s eyes sure made it seem like he agreed. Four wings, and actual ears instead of headknobs or horns, he truly was a drakling, and not a dragon hatchling. Would he speak? Would he be armed with vicious acid instead of breathing fire? Only time would tell for sure. Haukeath seemed to be all fluffed up like a prideful feline as her second egg with Dark Amber Taveth finally began to open. The first had hatched with the first batch of Flurry eggs, and only now was the neon yellow-green�s sibling making an appearance. Bright purply-pink paws pushed out, and one of the bishies gave a little squeak. Faceted eyes turned to him and the neon dragoness fell out of her shell. Himepesae practically flew to her side, dodging eggs and shell fragments. �Are you okay Ilyetireave?� he asked, gently wiping sand from her armor-like belly plates. I am now Hime. she cooed. Another of the �stopped� eggs gave a convulsive rock and fell open, revealing a quite startlingly large dragon. He, for the red color of his hide clearly gave that away, was quite long and definitely serpentine. Like fire and granite, with red and white snowflakes, he was. Raotadh. He said. That is my name. One of the smaller eggs had been rocking quite fervently and Enfinth bugled in surprise as his child�s egg broke apart. Unfortunately, most of those assembled looked up at the black and white dragon, and completely missed the hatchling�s entrance into the world and exit from the hatching sands. Sorry� His name is Lorevyceth� Enfinth said, quite embarrassed. Synthiath practically purred on the ledges as she watched, seeing that her second egg was indeed hatching, though it hadn�t as much as shivered previously. Silvery paws kicked the ivory shell apart, and the glitzy twilight hatchling backed out, revealing her golden color. She shook the bits of egg membrane from her short bristly mane and looked about. Finding none to her liking, she announced herself. I am Ellorinia. The next egg to hatch did so without delay, and almost as quickly as Laeolyja crept from his egg, he literally flew off to breakfast on his snow-spangled wings, leaving only the impression of male-ness for the record keepers to jot down. What color was he? One of Hyperith�s little eggs cracked open almost shyly, and blue paws pushed the shell apart. A bright yellow nose poked out between them, and the lithe almost serpentine dragon crept out. She was like the middle portion of a rainbow � yellow-green-blue, but even with the deep night coloring on her paws and long tail, she was decidedly a green. Cheerful and excitable and bouncy. My name is Shalesanri! She said, and bounded away to explore. Cephari nudged her still second egg gently, and it gave a rock in response. Zealously guarding her egg, the Icarian mother screened the actual hatching from the view of others while her daughter hatched. Within moments the shell had fallen completely away and the hatchling was blinking at the brighter outside world. �Her name iss Meddinsori. Sshe will not Mind Pair either.� Cephari said, naming her second drakling and revealing the Rain Drak to Ryslen. With an unladylike yowl, the dragoness within a perfectly normal seeming egg-shaped egg pushed her way to the outside world. Araroam did not immediately see the purple stripes marking white hide, nor the fluffy white clouds on blue wings marked with snow � her tangerine eyes were locked on the deep sapphire blue eyes of the dragoness. My name is Vorinath. She said primly, though she would let none forget that she was a tiger at heart. The next egg to crack did so on the leftmost sands, leaving only one changed egg whole. The hatchling was decidedly female, but her hide was both green and silver, and marked wholly with lavender and silver Flurry snowflakes. If her colors made anyone nauseous, then they were even less surprised when young Feliredhta announced that she would make her home at Moire! Einlosungth�s second egg wobbled on its axis and then fell open, tumbling the hatchling out into the sand. Limbs flailing, the small dragon righted itself. However, only the keenest of eyes would have noticed the lithe dragon�s color, as she managed to cover her entire birth-sticky hide with sand in a matter of seconds. Two wings, one tail, four limbs, and two sparkling eyes. My name is Innityth! she giggled, and sprinted from the sands � bondless. With surprising swiftness, a large round egg fell to pieces, revealing a silvery white form. The dragonet within was swift to open its multiple snowflake marked wings, and look about the sands with wide rainbow eyes. The silver-white duowing marched directly for one young man whose skin had a quite noticeable pallor -- were it not for his long silky black hair, some might have thought the water-mage to be some sort of albino. Bryce grinned at the young dragon, and the dragon�s faceted eyes seemed to whirl in happiness. My name is Shimatth. He said simply. The last egg under Yuraodru�s watchful eye split open, and a largish serpentine form tumbled out onto the sands. He was quick to get to his feet, his glitzy-brown hide shining. Ghathvain is my name. He said to noone in particular, and then walked carefully out of the hatching grounds in search of his breakfast. The second-to-last egg wobbled and then fell open, spilling a dark ball of dragonwings out onto the soft red sands. It was quick to sort out its limbs, and then the black duowing dragon stood in all its glory, spreading snow-spangled wings to be admired. My name is Efrisorile. She announced to everyone as she looked past all the candidates. I will not take a bond this day. Even so, there were far too many candidates still standing around for there to be only one egg left � but yet they all watched with eager anticipation. Jeyann had promised that anyone who didn�t bond was welcome to stay at Ryslen until they were tired of being a candidate, but they all secretly hoped that this egg was their egg. The mottled shell broke open with a single audible snap, and the hatchling within tumbled forth. The youngling was as white as snow and simultaneously as black as night � with a sharp division between the two. The two sides of the beast snarled at each other briefly, and the two-headed hydra awkwardly got to its feet and walked slowly towards the only candidate � or rather, candidates � who would ever truly understand its dual nature. Kishi. Chickoa. The double-voice of the hydra spoke the names of the twin Tarati, who stood before them in their separate forms. Half white, Half black, with wings of not silver, but medium gray. Around the edges of her form was an indescribable yet slightly purple-pink sheen. Was this truly a hydra, or a black and a white dragon born conjoined as Kishi-Chickoa was conjoined? Only time would tell. Our name is Wina�somrixko. The snow-marked female spoke into their minds. From behind the ring of remaining candidates came the almost silent sound of slow steps upon soft sands. A few turned to see the white dragoness with the rainbow colored tiger stripes from the first group alongside the yet speechless rainbowy male Silent Melody. Melody has decided to make his home away from Ryslen, Anlerinth said, announcing her slightly younger clutch-brother�s decision. The Ring of Fire welcomes him and in faith, he will find his bond there. Murmurs of acceptance passed through those yet assembled, but Anlerinth had not finished her proclamations. I, however, will remain at Ryslen for a time yet. The tiger-dragoness walked with a decided sway to a young woman who�d come very nearly at the last moment. Eudora� beloved� Anlerinth almost purred. I knew you would come� The rather conservative dancer threw her arms around the decidedly outspoken dragoness, accepting the bond wholeheartedly, despite having missed the days of Anlerinth�s extreme youth. With that, the excitement of the third Flurry clutch came to an end, and as the sun shone brightly down on Ryslen a soft rain began to fall � spring rain. Winter was finally over. Many thanks (Again!) to my Conspirators for their help in coloring images, to everyone for their continued patience, and to Frizzle for use of her bandwidth. :)
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