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• • Gerotaeo • • by Neishai • The son of Immeuzth and Daymarth • There were currently only four eggs on the Sands at Ryslen, but seven Candidates yet without dragons. He had felt his hopes fade with each passing clutch. Vanhi nuzzled his cheek reassuringly, tickling his chin with his flag-like tail. He smiled, unable to remain disheartened for long, not with his firelizard and brother always nearby to support him. They watched excitedly, young man and flit, as the first egg produced a pink dragon, so much like her mother, he thought. She Impressed an elf, one of the many off-worlders Ryslen was known for hosting. He was still getting used to seeing them around, but interaction proved that human, elf, or gryphon, they were all so very alike in their hopes and dreams. Three more... The second and third eggs cracked almost simultaneously, preventing his train of thought from progressing any further. The merangue-yellow and ocean-green dragons tumbled over one another, and before he knew it, he was kneeling before the Yellow, asking if he was all right. |
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I am now that you’re here. The Yellow hatchling looked up adoringly at his chosen bondmate, gazing into his deep-brown eyes. That voice... Gero knew Xerbith's voice instantly, familiar and comforting like an old friend. The recognition, unbeknownst to the brothers, was precisely what Ga'rel had felt on his Impression Day. As Impression was made, Vanhi hovered overhead, chirruping his happiness, for G'taeo's sake and for the presence of a new playmate. In the Stands, Qyzell somersaulted and Ga'rel cheered exuberantly. G'taeo didn't notice, he was in the midst of a dream that he would never awaken from. |