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PAGE TWO because jesus there are a lot of these. Again all 'art by' is credited to Yakima regardless of what style they appear.
Also note separate page: Glitters - Sidibal'Jiran, Dhayin'Sabru, Nesath'Hala, Shephir-Ramtari, Rubricath; Ealtiss;

Dark Rainbow Black Male Laesperath and Blue Male Kesheth
Gold Silver Brown Male Badan Toerii'Taykah
Gold Silver Female Asheri Toerii'Taykah (prior gen of badan?)
White Male Besruth
'Fire' Female Aetava
Forest Male (offgendered) Aelmer
Forest Female Coisksa
Earth Male Talsask
Night Male Taravsk (prior gen from talsask i think)
Grey Blue Male U-Armor
Bronze Earthstar and Black Blackfire
Yellow Green Narric
Blue Ahana Kimena and Copper Kayar Brelain
Green Tavrayn Dyjare'Achat
Ruby Akane Terrena
Male Cool White Peacock Maknenth
White Rainbow Gem Dreamcatcher
White Lime Female Citrini
Black Female Siuth
Copper Brown Male Apath
Gold-Black Female Tintalleth
Light Gold Female Shtarikath

-- Trandiok deprecated (not y but swift who also is deprecated i guess) flitter

Originally at TCTA-SHIMMER which is deprecated but not being updated or linked to otherwise

It was the smash hit several seasons in a row, and was starting to spin off in other cities. After all, there were only so many dragons that Talon City could really support. Grace and Kimball continued to scout around, though, for dragons that would be appropriate to bring on stage or have as the stars of other shows.

They certainly found a good place to look, when they were told of the Falas Shimmer Frenzy! Dozens of beautiful and colorful hatchlings tumbled from their shells, and the pair's own bond dragons almost seemed a little jealous. But the red and the cream Ryslen dragons felt almost as proud to sponsor the beautiful and dashing Laesperath. He was dark, rainbow tint under an obsidian sheen. And he knew he was lovely, too.

However, that wasn't it for the pair and their adventures here. Far from it. They decided to stick around longer and help feed and raise the Danachian while still at Falas. They'd noticed a few others doing so as well, so they took their cue as all good actors did, and stayed put.

It was well worth their time, for when the second part of the hatching occurred some weeks later, they were greeted by the happy, energetic blue Kesheth, who asked if he could perform for them. Grace laughed. "No, no, Kesheth. I think you should eat before you try to impress us with anything!" The hatchling pouted but followed them off the sands.

By the time they had all gotten fed, rested, cleaned up and re-oriented toward Talon, Grace and Kimball knew they had something even better than the endless stream of 'want to be' shows. They would have a sitcom - it was unfolding right there.

"I realize that you are young....er than myself, and lack a certain discipline," Laesperath said in his almost-British voice, "but must you continue to slobber all over the dish? It's gone, you've eaten it all."

Nah, it's good! See, there's a tiny bit left! Want some? The blue thought broadly - he was good at bespeaking to everyone within 'ear' shot.

"Oh, no, no," Laesperath said, holding his head up. "No thank you."

The blue, while indeed younger, was going to be much bigger than the rainbow-black, and clearly was of a very different set of expectations. Grace and Kimball looked at one another, back at their own dragons, and back to the pair of oblivious-and-haughty.

"Odd Couple!" They said in unison, and decided to pitch that concept the moment they could corner Engell.

**

(( 2023 update)) It turned out that Danachian black dragons grew way, way bigger than expected. While the Odd Couple show certainly continued into new seasons with both of these dragons, it also would go on with new ones as they wanted to explore and expand their horizons

Name: Laesperath
Sponsored by: Talon City Talent Agency
Gender: male
Species: Danachian
Length: 20'2" at arrival,
at Maturity, 19'4" / 80' l
Color: dark rainbow-black
Abilities: fire breath,
para-shifting,
verbal speech

Parentage: Theonautasiyth (rainbow Green) and Quaeionylonth (rainbow blue)

and

Name: Kesheth
Sponsored By: Talon City Talent Agency
Gender: male
Species: Pernese Alskyrian Xidaver mutt
Length: 31'5"
Height to Shoulder: 8'9"
Color: blue
Abilities: telepathy, teleportation, telekinesis, firebreath

Parentage: Tillgistravth (gold pernese), and Luukren (bronze Xidaver pernese)

formerly tcta-gameshow2

It had been three seasons of So You Want to Ride a Dragon, all of them gaining in popularity and ad-space.

Who could resist, especially after the docu-drama style of filming as Z'mariaaw grew up, tended by his bond Accelerando? A spin-off of the show would soon be in the works, something to be shown on Animal Planet or some other such nature-oriented station, one which featured the growth and care of dragons in the modern world.

The Cops show benefitted from their dragons, the Dragon Riders in Love show certainly had its moments. The game show atmosphere of So You Want appealed to so many people though, it was kept on prime-time. Accelerando had even heard that there was a fire station that had dragons for its emergency crews, and in fact she saw a couple of them flying overhead while they were filming that one time.

But something was gnawing at her, in this off-season between filming. They took several weeks off every three months, giving everyone time to rest, relax and scout out new locales and dragons for the show. Well, and to scout humans too, but it was Accelerando's job to find the dragons.

She and Z'mariaaw took off to their newest destination, Treval City. There, they were greeted with a host of informative signs and directions. Zeem (as he was often called) nosed them toward the hatching area, where they were apparently just in time to get in on a new clutch.

Far from their filming crew, however, Accelerando and Zeem had to go this one alone. Z'mariaaw watched from the sidelines, because frankly his bond was freakishly good with younglings even though she was boundlessly egocentric most of the time. The zappy walked among the hatchlings, joined by several others of many species.

Finally, one particular hatchling caught her eye, and probably her mind.

"What's your name, little dear?" She cooed in her 'quiet' voice. The gold-shaded male turned to her.

"Badan, can I come with you? Are you old? What's it like to be old?"

"I'm -- I'm not old!" Accelerando blurted out, "what would give you that impression?"

"Well all those lines on your face and stuff," the gold-splotched dragonet said.

"Those aren't wrinkles," Accelerando said, "they are markings."

Around the corner, Zeem was having a terrible time stifling his dragony laughter...

Gender - male
Species - Mutt (Whorling/Makanan/Drak/Tavrayn/Pernese/SCD Mutt)
Height to Shoulder - 14'8"
Color - gold-silver-brown
Eye Color - black
Special Markings - silver-gold splotches
Abilities - verbal speech, teleportation, weak air magic, alter physical structure (smoke), alter physical structure (cosmic awareness)
Personality - smart-alecky, funny, supportive
Going With - Accelerando

Formerly on siang5x.htm on dawnlight/riders with some removed info because I don't care.

It took her long enough, Serenity thought. She had gone from one place to another, but not succeeded in standing anywhere until she was brought to the Nexus world of * was hosting breedings and someone got the bright idea to bring Serenity there. She'd been so patient, too, all her sisters (she knew, she could feel it) had already paired up and were home, waiting.. For her...

She was patient, but had grown a bit in the time she'd waited. She was made to participate, and since she sang well she could always find some kind of group to hang out with. Ones who were either talented musically themselves, or who were 'groupies' of the same. Now, she had to bid them farewell on the way to the sands here at Treval.

There were several pretty eggs, all shaking, and * parents to watch over them. Serenity waited, less patient than ever. Something in her was excited, this time it would work, this time there would indeed be a hatchling for her... Wouldn't there?

"Of course there will be," said a small, but somewhat gruff voice. It was a voice that had never spoken before, yet knew words. Serenity gasped, and looked down to see a sizable golden-shaded dragonet. Gold? **With beautiful silvery white wingsails. And fur, and ... **

"Are those scales?" Serenity asked, suddenly aware that this certainly wasn't a Pernese dragon in the slightest.

"Naturally they are," said the dragon. She sat down, "and do you like my mane?"

"I certainly do," Serenity said, and then tilted her head and picked off some eggy-sandy-goo. "There, now it's perfect."

"I am Ashrisa Toerii'Taykah, and I am yours forever." The dragoness said, and Serenity's eyes swam with emotion. It had happened at last, and now she was paired with the most gorgeous dragoness ever born!

Ashrisa Toerii'Taykah

Gender female
Species Mutt (Makanan/Drak/Tavrayn/Pernese/SCD)
Height to Shoulder 8'5"
Color gold-silver
Eye Color gold
Special Markings none
Magic low Anarian spell magic
Abilities verbal speech, shapeshifting (human), teleportation, acid

Links in the below list don't work wow she literally just copy-pasted ktrenal's form.

Originally on raavita.htm in the healing den for no apparent reason

And it was entirely likely that she would find a partner among one of the many shifters, Sangers, or assorted lot of Den inhabitants, while she stayed... Her dragon, a small crystal-white male of Alskyran origin (not really a surprise there, since Raanatani spent most of her time there and likely bore Raavita while on Paniya island) wasn't very talkative, but was quite selective about talking to the right dragons or people. He'd get good 'seats' for them (he was almost too small for the big tiger-cheetah shifter to ride, actually) for any festivity meeting, and had even scored them a temporary den which was nicely dark and comfortably warm with a big fire hearth.

Gift For • Shard (Yakima and Seg's Winter 2007 Giveaway)
Ridden By • Raavita
Name • Besruth
Age • 2 years
Gender • male
Species • Alskyrian Dragon
Height • 5'7"
Color • white
Abilities • verbal speech, telepathy, telekinses, teleporation, flame breath

**

Originally on dun_keiba / farika.htm but has been removed - as the other Baskar "draks" have, because Yakima moved Baskar *off Icarus* before any of this happened anyway?

Name: Aelmer
Species: Raidorian Drak
Home World: Icarus
(http://www.baskar-castle.wolf-mage.com...which is not up yet and won't be since baskar is not on icarus anymore. >.<)
Gender: male
Color: forest
Size Range: average (small)
Length: 20'
Height: 5'10"
Abilities: verbal speech, teleportation, acidic spit, empathy
Personality: enthusiastic, dedicated, rebellious

"You know, he's not the first," one of the Knights said. Farika nodded, tossed her head to look at her newly paired Drak and smiled widely.

"I know, and he won't be the last, either." The fact that her Forest drak was a male was a bit confounding to some more traditional types around the castle. But then, those types were few and far between these days.

He wasn't strong enough to fly yet, but he continually tested his wings. Very soon he would take to the air, and when he did, everyone should look out - he would be as aggressively fun loving as ever!

**

Formerly on dun_keiba / Moss.htm

But perhaps... Maybe Moss would learn how to do it here. Not that she would be remaining longer than to pair and care for a young Drak - she would be returning home sooner than typical, largely due to the political climate and not the rugged terrain at the Baskar area.

Things were certainly different here, too... She kept silent mostly, but put effort into asking where the infirmary was, and whether they needed any assistance. And to her credit, she knew tricks that helped out when a local child speared themselves with a broken stick playing Knights and Mobs!

Now, they waited for this Feast, or ... Festival or something - Moss wasn't clear on the terminology nor the practice, but if it was something fun perhaps they'd be bringing more than just Draks back to Dun Keiba!

***

It was a bit odd, because wasn't the mother of the draklings supposed to introduce them? She knew that much: something was off with that drak, but no one was willing to talk about it. The big feast however was definitely going to be talked about for a while! She'd hardly seen such energy! But at some point in the evening, the draks were instructed to mingle with the humans, and that made for some interesting conversations too. And at the end of another few hours - exhausting with dancing and mingling and more food and drink - the draks were told to choose. Fairly, this seemed like a pretty good method rather than the haphazard ways she'd heard of in other locations. At least the little draks were up and about, perceptive.

It seemed interesting to her too that almost everyone was surprised at their bonding. Including herself! There was a lovely forest female that had come around her numerous times. She'd also sat near a few others, but it was obvious that Moss was her intended. A couple of other draklings weren't willing to even bother with the humans around right now, but this forest... Sat right in front of Moss and patiently waited to be more formally introduced.

"I didn't think you would..." Moss started to say, unsure. There were others here that might benefit...

"Why would I not?" She tilted her head, and Moss realized that the whole time the drak had been sitting around others, she'd been peering over their shoulder or around their hip, looking for her instead. Moss and the others obviously felt more energized than ever, excited and euphoric - the mind bond of a drak wasn't tremendously strong, but it was there, and Moss knew that over time and practice she and her new Coisksa (she had to roll that word around in her mouth a number of times before getting it truly right) would never be parted.

--

Drak Info and Pedigree:

Kavsk/fire/Baskar) [Malavor/earth/Baskar + Teskay/wind/Baskar - obviously this name doesn't fit the normal Drak style] + Kyensa/rain/Baskar

Drak Information and Pedigree

Kavsk/fire/Baskar) [Malavor/earth/Baskar + Teskay/wind/Baskar - obviously this name doesn't fit the normal Drak style] + Kyensa/rain/Baskar

from dun_keiba / yared.htm

"You're a natural at this," Pascal said, and Yared did feel the young Judge's hips moving around to get the best grip. "Now, Umun, up we go! Baskar!"

Had he been where Pascal sat, Yared would have felt the bunching of the drak's shoulders and forewings, but he caught the motion anyway when they reached into the air. Yup it wasn't much different from the great winds and swaying of that branch... Only it would be much farther to fall if they-

"Not Bassskar," Umundsul said, slightly turning to glance at the pair while they got used to his aerial gait, "Bassskar iss under threat. Drakholm iss where we will go."

"I--" Pascal started to say, but the drak new best about that. "Well then, Drakholm it is?" He leaned closer to Yared's ear, "hold on tightly, we'll be there in a moment."

"Should I --"

"Keep your eyes open, you'll see something amazing!" Pascal laughed. The drak was opening his Passage, and Yared saw day turn to night in that strange large swirl.

Because while it was mid-morning here near Dun Keiba, it was mid-evening nearer Baskar - or wherever this Drakholm was situated! They were moving half a world away in an instant! He did keep his eyes open, this was something that a lot of other riders couldn't or wouldn't do, and Pascal made a note of that fact. He'd hand off some information to the locals to help them figure out how best to teach this new potential rider, and that would feature on it, certainly. Also that he was easily educated, learned fast, and had a knack for animals like his father clearly did. It was unlikely that Yared would become a true knight, more that he would be remarkably good for perimeter defense and keeping those animals safer than ever with a drak by his side.

But that would certainly require him to pair first!

They reached this Drakholm and Pascal had to hold his tongue a bit... "Interesting choice of location for this..." but he helped Yared get settled and registered to the local roster.

Soon enough, Yared was asking about the creatures found in this colder, northerly location. He'd spotted someone who had a basket of eggs - and at first wanted to trade for something to eat... But no, these were fairy drak eggs! He did trade - a song from his local village, for one of them. As it hatched into a very pretty blue with gold markings, he was informed this was a 'star' color? Yared had never heard of that! He fed it, and as it made musical little chirps Yared appraised its usefulness. "I heard you liked the strings," he said to the little thing, "humming along with them when I strummed, they're made of wire, and you have little wire-lines on your wings. Kambi, that's your name."

So Yared and Kambi would become known for the next few days as an enjoyable pair, one a lot hungrier than the other... Until the Feast was announced!

***

He wasn't really prepared for the amount of interaction that he'd be doing at this party. He did tend to stick closer to a couple locals he'd become familiar with, but they weren't among those who would bond tonight. When the draklings finally paraded themselves out to the party, he got the chance to meet each one of them. Some were friendlier or more energetic than others, but one did keep coming around, until finally the draks were encouraged to set their pair bond into a more official record.

He could hear this drak's thoughts, clearly, but also they had enjoyed more chat of how to tend animals - ones which this little drak truly wanted to see! They would return to Dun Keiba's hillsides, and probably begin a life of monitoring the area, but for now it was more time to celebrate, and learn how to roll Talsask's name off of his tongue.

Formerly on dun_keiba / troupe-xitix.htm

It turned out that he was right. The darkest of the young draks continued to look at him, almost with admiration. Finally the drak asked, "you are very sssstrong, you lift thingsss. Why?"

"Why?" Xitix asked, half surprised and half charismatically overcharming, "Well, mostly to impress the women folk!"

Tilting his head, the drak asked, "what are thossse?"

Xitix winked, and showed him a small bracelet which had a glimmering stone set in it. "A nice one gave me this, see?"

"For giftsss?"

"And to make a living, plus I've been doing this all my life." To illustrate this, Xitix lifted a stone bench that was tilted a little too into the den, and adjusted it with ease as though it were made of light wood. "Like you'll be making a living, some day."

Apparently, the drak was thinking on that for a while. The presentation ceremony was to begin and quickly Xitix and the other aspirants were led into the full chamber. Before everyone, then, Xitix felt quite at home. Though his friends were far away he knew they would be going through something similar to this, wherever they were being joined.

“Night Taravsk has choosen Xitix Sykhatl.” Astol had not even mentioned his bond before the Night had left the group to walk up to Xitix and continue a converstation started earlier about what the young man did.

It was as though they'd never stopped discussing it. In fact, Xitix thought, perhaps they hadn't. He'd had dreams, surely, of talking through the day and evening, showing off...

But now he had a wonderful drak, a dramatic Night male, to return to Dun Keiba with! He wondered how the others fared.

Gift For • Shard - Yakima and Seg's Holiday Giveaway!
Name • Uarkar'Armor
Age • 2 years
Gender • male
Species • Drak-Dragon Mutt (no relation to Gen 3)
Height • 6'7"
Color• silver-blue
Eyes • blue
Abilities • verbal speech, telepathy, telekinses, teleporation, acid and flame breath (assisted)

Original Bond on Holiday page

"Are those eggs?" Asked Evie, "sweet! What are they?" The Egyptans too were padding around the place, sniffing everything, and wound up staring at the gently rocking eggs. There were several eggs, some big and some small, colorful and drab. Some were rather warm and wiggling. It was to those that the trio were drawn.

From one came a four-winged silverish-bluish drak mutt, who gazed at Winter and gave off a cooing noise. She immediately latched on to him, learning that his name was Uarkar'Armor. (also was meant more as a pair to the white-green in later pages)

Retroactively SPONSORED only, as this is not a good match for her or her sibling (plus there's literally no record of them now) - to Eclipse
Dragon: Blackfire
Species: Spellweaver
Gender: Female
Size: Small 5'2 shoulder
Magic: High ability
Colors: Black Copper, gold eyes
Code: XX RR Hh BB MM ss
Sire: copper Redwing
Dam: copper Redmoon

Dragon

Name: Narric Toerii'Taykah
Gender: male
Size: 12'9" s/l/ws
Build:
Physical Features:
Colors: green Eyes: brown
Stats: Strength, Speed, Endurance, Agility, Health, Intelligence
Abilities: verbal speech, teleporation, heal others, alter physical structure (sand), shrink
Parents:
Origin: yakima's Treval generations
Other Info:
Personality: integrity, helpful

Events or History:

Deprecated information from Soothe's page

The two-toned green and brown, earthy-shaded male dragon that approached her was unsteady on his feet, but would be sure eventually. It was the gentle touch of his muzzle against Soothe's hand that solidified their bond. "No more sadness," he said. His voice was young-sounding, nothing like she expected from a dragon.

"Oh how can I be sad when I've got you!" Soothe laughed, tears rolling down her face. They went almost immediately back to Bald Mountain, enduring the chill of between again, but it was far from unfriendly now.

In the eights that followed their return, Narric's abilities began to grow strongly. While Soothe wasn't all that hot at riding (and prefered to remain safely on the ground) Narric was quite good with teleporting from one spot to another, and she did enjoy that. But what was more important was that Narric's size wasn't fixed. He could be as small as a wolf, or full-sized three elf-heights tall! However it was when he noticed Soothe's state upon having burnt herself over a cook fire that he really shone.

"Let me see," he said, and she hesitantly put her hand up in front of his big brown eyes. "Ah, I see the problem." He closed his eyes a moment, and like an elfin healer, Soothe felt the wound being reversed!

"You can heal!" She said, excited.

"So can you, only in a different way," Narric nudged her, and she went off to tell the others of his new abilities.

These dragons were sent away from Alskyr because why should they have been there in the first place? I no longer remember whose they even were.

It was not long before a pair of hatchlings approached the two **. Neither could raise their head much more than a few inches before slumping back down, but they knew that each had found a grand opportunity.

One held her blue delicately, would clean every small fold of skin before settling down with some food and a nap for the new hatchling. That slow smile on ** face grew more and more broad as the afternoon went on, he'd found the right name for his copper: Kayar.

Over a few days time, ** also named her dragon, Ahana, and they began the long task of training up to become riders.

The dragonets would be growing quickly, but there was still time in the day for both tanners to get some practice in on their trade work.

  ..

"I didn't know they'd have more names than we gave them," ** commented, as her blue unfurled her wing and chittered to her copper companion.

"Me neither, but they have em, we know em, and we're the only riders they've got!" ** laughed. He was fixing to fry up the big fish that Kayar managed to nab out of the river nearby - before he dunked completely and had to be rescued.

It would be from Ahana whose elemental control was begining to surface. She bobbed her fire-born companion to the surface, with another chittering laugh.

Winged Wolf, I completely forgot I even had this, and they will never be put into rotation for breeding. Originally found on w_d_beeblebrox/cherry-lian1.htm

Name: Paradel Laguna
Gender: Male
Size: 3'
Color: blue
Breed: Elruvian
Kindred: Water
Magic Types: water magic - creating, controling, and manipulating water
Code: Cewt1Cew3 Cewt2Cewt3 Gg Rr PxPx Ww Tt Eewt1Eewt1 Sese Ameame

Had been on dawnlight/riders/tay.htm

Name: Dyjare'Achat
Species: Tavrayn
Home World: Anarendor (http://www.treval-dragonry.wolf-mage.com)
Gender: female
Color: green-crystal
Plate Color: gold
Size Range: medium (medium-small)
Length: 46'5"
Height: 8'10"
Abilities: verbal speech, plane-shift, natural magic; earth magic
Genetic Code XX Yb gg Kk ww TT Pp Ee MeMe Ss
Personality: well informed, considerate, reserved

That dragon turned out to be Dyjare'Achat, completely unlike almost every other dragon that Tay had ever seen. But she was stunning, none the less! A rich green color that shone in the sun, and with those gorgeous transparent crystal-colored wing sails she would never be mistaken for an Old World dragon! Plus, that chest armor and the horns... In a dark rich gold. Some might have said something stupid about him impressing a gold or a green - had he Impressed, which he hadn't. But Tay would have gladly said something to the order of 'better me on a green, than on the wrong dragon'!

Dyjare did magic. Like Tay's uncle might have, had he admitted it. The things she could do with her natural magic were amazing, and they would keep Tay busy too. An endless supply of small metal cogs? Of course, she could provide them with her earth magic. A light to replace the one that kept flickering out when he worked on a windy night? Never went out until she willed it so.

**

Dragon formerly on theendings/BMDR/MoCon/BMDR-cw-rose

Name: Akane Terrena
Gender: Female
Size/Shoulder/Length: small 8' s / 45' l / 60' ws | humanoid 5'7" at head
Colors: body dark red-brown shiny; gem blobs and tail rose pink; wingsails dark shiny jasper-crimson; ear fluff peachy; horns and claws dark; eyes yellow; gem inset and floated citrine
Features: Scaled sleek with some fluffy bits; four legs with short sharp claws on paws; two wings with 3 (4?) clawed fingers which are likely to shed and molt; head is boxy and antelope like, with large external fluffy ears, two spiraled back-pointing horns, and armor over forehead featuring an inset gem used for magic; slitted eyes; tail ends in gem tone
Powers: Winged and Wingless Flight; due to their lineage this dragon is capable of using her wings to soar or fly on short journeys, she's not that strong of a flier because her wings seem to be more like her sire's and tend to molt frequently; but she can simply levitate, using extremely powerful telekinetics to keep herself and a great amount of weight aloft almost indefinitely
Communication - Verbal Speech, Telepathy; her voice is slightly 'gritty', almost like a smoker's, but she does have a reasonable vocabulary primarily concerned with dirt, rocks, plant life, and farming; her telepathic speech can reach up to 20 miles to those she has strong connections with, and 2 miles with minds of humans/oids or dragons otherwise
Sense Weather; perhaps due to her Gem dragon parent and the powers of a mixed-breed Asandus, Akane can sense weather patterns forming overhead for around 20 miles, which allows her to predict when to plant, when to scoot underground, and how much radiation will be in that rain when it does fall. She cannot manipulate it in any way, merely sense the changes in pressure and electrical energies of the clouds
Functional Magic; concentrating on dirt and plant matter, Akane is an ideal farming companion, though she lacks much expertise in anything other than this use; can clean items using a sort of prestidigitation spell, allowing Rose and anyone else to wander into the Vault without dragging in the day's mud and grime, and to loosen dirt in order for better planting; notably this set of magic does work quite well here, for whatever reason, unlike on numerous other 'Earth-variations' such as the Rookery
Shapeshifting - to humanoid only, as shown, Akane will often remain in human shape during parties or gatherings. She's not a big dragon, but she does want to fit in a little more with the people here in Wakefield
Seedling Reproduction; though this will not happen frequently (considerably less often than a pure breed) if in the presence of another dragon who can spore or use this process her 'gems' become flower-like and can allow for external reproduction; she does wonder whether the pure Gem dragons here can do this...
Parentage: Iolite Corine + Quaestuo
Origin: Yakima's breeding square April 2022, hatched at the Last Oddyssey; dollmaker from Meiker Aidan Fairy maker
Other Info: Everyone knows that Akane is not 'human' but then they also have their selection of Supermutants, Lurks, and other such folk among the riders in the Vault, so ... hey, who's to judge? Besides, she's kinda cute and her levitation and practical magic help the locale out quite a bit!

Originally on zora_domina/pyro.htm

When he got to the Genetic Program's area, it turned out there were two clutches of eggs ready to hatch, and that made him more excited than ever. More choices! Well, he was pretty sure that the dragonets would be the ones choosing, that was how it went according to Zora. It was correct, too. The eggs began hatching and colorful creatures gazed around the area at the people standing by. Would it be him? Would it be that girl over there? Who would the first choose? It didn't matter - they were all gorgeous.

Finally, after a more plain green paired off, a perfect male caught Virgil's eyes from across the mound of sand. He paced around, this dragon, and after getting his bearings, made a straight line toward the boy. Virgil stepped out too, confidently knowing that this one - this very one - was his dragon and his alone.

The hatchling looked up at him, his white head only reaching the young man’s knees. So you can play with fire? he asked.

"Yes, that is why they call me Pyro."

Pyro, I think that is a cool name, too, Maknenth nodded.

"Makneth is pretty neat," Virgil laughed. "And I'm glad I heard you say it, it was in the back of my mind all afternoon!"

Thus began a friendship that would last forever - vampires beware!

***

Nothing at all in the world would have prepared Virgil for flight training. He'd been on brooms before, and even on an enchanted carpet belonging to a distant relative. But those weren't like this at all. Maknenth soared with his partner over the Weyrbowl, trying to fly higher than the other weyrlings. And Pyro wasn't afraid. He trusted his dragon intimately, he knew that there was no danger, not unless he did something remarkably stupid like not using the harness or swinging from the dragon's limbs. They were a flight pair. They weren't a stunt team.

It would be good, Virgil thought, to learn how to do those things later. Safely. Once both of them knew the ins and outs of flight, they might have need of some special moves to catch or detain or destroy evil.

***

Special moves aplenty appeared when they headed back to House Domina! Their presence at Virgil's home village would have been quite disturbing, so he knew he could reach them easily by teleportation. But at House Domina?

There, they learned how to play Dragon Quidditch, and all those spectacular moves they'd seen on brooms? They could do them above the pitch - in fact if they didn't it was likely they'd miss out!

Virgil still prefered to fly safely, so he didn't much participate unless he could just be a Keeper for a bit.

Thankfully, though, his 'skills' at rooting out evil and darkness started working in their favor. A troupe of possessed gypsies stuck themselves on a field nearby and tried to get the locals to surrender their valuables - and their souls - at a bizarre carnival. Sure enough, though, Pyro and Maknenth drove out the bad spirits, while others kept the gypsies healed up and protected from being re-possessed!

Male Cool White Peacock Maknenth, Adult Length: 32'7" Adult Height to Shoulder: 9'1" Color Size: brown; cool white peacock Alsiuth & light silver Niveuth

formerly with the Yodel Hidalgo Revue at the_endings/carramba/dragons/yodel-dream.htm

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Formerly on the_endings/carramba/dragons/yodel-citrini.htm

*** Formerly on healing_den/healingden/bali.htm - note these two dragons DO have offspring and lineages but I'm so tired of it...

Another two days went by, and Dermon had only run into the elder lawgivers once. They were on their way out, and the estate sales people were on their way in. Dermon and Bali had to stop gutting Lord Errai's place when the actual guards arrived. They were told not to let anyone in save one or two people, and neither the herbalist nor the young judge in training were on that list.

Belgar's things added up to a little more than one full cabinet of clothing and items. He'd given them a list, and they took things out. Dermon felt a bit like a thief, doing so, but Bali seemed not to mind at all.

They watched the red haired lad sulk about, sorting through his new pretty clothes that he dared not wear around his family. Sebra and Charranath watched that all with a distant interest.

You know there is something I forgot to say, when we were pretending to search, Sebra. The blue told his rider. Bali should stand. And the boy, Dermon, he is a good determined young man. I like his smell too. That other boy, I do not think he would make a good rider, even a green rider. He is too concerned about himself.

"So, you're saying that you searched, while we weren't searching." Sebra grinned.

I am saying that. Indeed. Charranath shuffled his weight around, moving his tail. Should I get them?

"Now?"

We should take them to the Den. I know of another last clutch.

Sebra perked up slightly. "Where?"

***

"Where?!" Baeris said, laughing. "Isla' Genetic program already ran it's last clutch! Rael's dragon is from that clutch!"

"This is another last clutch," Sebra said, smiling. "I know it sounds strange, but they're still there and well, this is going to be their last last clutch. For a while."

"I love the irony of that statement," Baeris said. She beckoned Bali close, and hugged her daughter warmly. "Do you want to stand?"

"I'd love to. It'll give me the chance to pry into people's minds as well as their lives." Bali nodded.

"And you, Dermon is it?" Baeris said. Dermon nodded, weakly.

"This is all rather overwhelming to me, ma'am. I'm not from here."

"No one is from here," Baeris said. "If my daughter's dragon - who does not search often - has found you, I'd say that you are quite the find. I would not confine you to remain here, if you bond. I'd suggest that you figure out what you would want to do afterwards."

"Well, don't dragons and their riders... fight thread?" He said.

"... Most of them," Baeris said, with a faint grin. "But some remain on duties otherwise. Sebra of course is a currier and wine maker of some talent. It would be quite the waste to keep those talents away from their usefulness."

"So... I could be a traveling ... sleuth." He said, he rounded his lips around the word. "Sleuth on dragonback."

"Dragon detective," Bali suggested with a wide grin. "Forensic fliers."

They laughed together, and left the office where Baeris and her older daughter remained.

"So she hasn't actually killed him yet?" Baeris asked.

"Nope. I think he's going to survive." Sebra commented about the young detective.

"Well, that's a bonus. If he has a dragon, he'll be that much faster when she does tire of him." Baeris said. She began to file some papers, sure that her daughter and her little friend would find themselves on just the right dragons sooner or later.

***

Isla was a big, pretty place. But there was something slightly wrong, the whole time that Bali and Dermon were there. Both felt that the people could be reacting to something on a level that even they didn't know.

But it wasn't that bad, and both young people had their classes to work on, the gossip to spread, and the rumors to listen in on. Both of them were extremely good at remembering names, faces, and the rumors that went along with those things.

At last, though, rumor turned to reality when the long awaited hatching began! The number of eggs was just staggering, unbelievable in fact. Even Bali thought it was a lot - and having come from the Healing Den background, that said much. She smiled at her mother, who showed up for the celebration - way up in the stands, where she liked to watch everything. Shard was there too, a couple others attending that she knew. She pointed them out to Dermon while the hatching proceded. It seemed an eternity to wait, so why bother watching just the sands? They would know when their dragons were about to hatch.

Wouldn't they? It seemed as though dozens of eggs had hatched, with yet dozens more to go, when both of them did feel something different. Bali had heard dragons constantly growing up, but Dermon hadn't. He was so fresh... Bali watched him, but then was compelled to move across the sands, to where one batch of eggs had been deposited, while Dermon's legs took him into the central area where several orbs were trembling.

The egg that Bali thought she saw moving was blocked from view by another hatchling who looked stunningly like a forest. Then someone else's blue-shaded sky went by, as she found that the egg had hatched! "Darn!" She said, "missed it."

You did not miss anything. I am right here, Siuth is my name. The black female who stood in the rubble of her shell looked up fondly at her new bond. Gold Flynth and Blue Soliath were her parents, and it seemed they knew this by bugling their joy.

"Well Siuth, we've got some food to get, and you just have to meet someone new."

I can feel him. You like him a lot.

Bali grinned widely as she helped the black hatchling across the shard-filled sands.

Dermon on the other hand walked into the middle of a batch of eggs that starry gold-black Oronadaeth and bronze Vwlietoth had laid and been moved (Moved, into the Genetic Project's labs, then moved back once they were hardened enough). The dragons on their ledges above watched as a two-toned dragon came out from one largish shell.

Copper and Brown, the strong-bodied hatchling stood up and shook off the sand that collected on his spaded tail.

I am Apath, I choose you for my lifemate. Do you want me?

"Of course I do Apath!"

Now what can we do about this girl... ah - you do not need to worry. I will be much bigger than Siuth.

"Siuth?" Dermon said, "that's - oh!"

He looked up and saw the black dragonet and his 'girlfriend' coming across the expanse of the sands, as they exited. Together, the foursome went into the wide hall where an almost endless stream of dragon-rider pairs had gone for food. The dragonets nipped at each other, but were obviously going to be better friends than rivals.

But that was not the end of this hatching. Not by a long shot. When nearly all the hatchlings had been bonded, perhaps only two or three left? No one could tell any more, there were so many... Half the place had already started celebrating and passing the wine skins around, exchanging money on the eggs they'd bet upon. Then...

Bali could not name the people who came. There were pirates, she wasn't sure if they had something to do with the attack or not, but they were swinging their swords or knives or guns or whatever they had almost haphazardly. Did they come to steal dragons? Who knew?

But what was evident was that someone - bad - had come. Someone that the Isla leader knew all too well, from the way that they spoke. And, the way they fought. He fought valiantly but...

Baeris gathered who she could and tried to help the injured, but Bali could only stand and mutely watch. Both she and Dermon stayed near the wall where the kitchens led, clinging to Apath and Siuth. Shard swept by and interrupted a blow meant for one of the beautiful winged wolves, he was already bleeding but he didn't seem to care. His spines were flaring, bright teeth almost glowing against his cobalt-blue skin.

The weyr was under attack - and it looked for a moment as though the attack had taken their leaders.

That moment stretched to eternity. So many bodies... The attackers either driven away or killed, and Bali and Dermon didn't know one from the next, so they had no idea whether the man who'd attacked the Isla folk had been killed or just driven away.

They both vocally hoped he'd been killed.

Baeris swept up to them, when those left over were gathered once more. A stirring and terrifying speech - that Isla would be cursed so that none but their own blood could revive the island, so that no invader could reach the place.

It looked like Shard was about to puke. But he held himself together, and Baeris and Qalam calmed him. For some reason he thought it was inappropriate, but the whole thing couldn't be helped. The isle would be shrouded in cursed mist, all but invisible and certainly unreachable until the curse was removed.

Shard muttered, "but this was my isle first," but Baeris angrily swatted him on the shoulder and led him away. He'd been injured several times, cut by knives, but he would heal. In the aftermath, it was said that people would be going forward in time, to another weyr, Tripaldi and other places. There they could become riders, and carry on the Isla traditions.

Baeris looked to her daughter, and Dermon. "Where would you like to go?" She asked.

"I want to go home," Bali stated flatly, looking at the carnage that had been brought. The graves of the leaders would be many - marked but never forgotten in anyone's minds.

"I'll go with you," Dermon asserted, "I've been told about this healing den thing of yours, and ... I think it would be a good home to me too."

"Then come along, my children," Baeris said. "I guess this really was the last Isla hatching after all." (oh don't I fuckin wish)

***

Baeris introduced Dermon to everyone, and he made the attempt to remember their names. Kalkin scared him. Dulath, who had taken them one by one back to the Healing Den, was a fantastic color, but nothing compared to some of the Isla hatchlings.

And here - there were dragons unbonded, living just fine among those who had riders. That was something that Dermon had to get used to. Several of them, ones who claimed to guard the sands or hatchlings when they were young, came to their sides and demanded to see Siuth and Apath - they welcomed those little dragonets into their community as easily as the group in charge of the Den did with Dermon.

Eventually, everyone got back to normal, but Baeris was still fretting about the whole attack. She hadn't known that they had such dangerous enemies. Nor, such powerful magic. She knew the winged wolves of course, but only in passing. There were none at the Den.

Bali convinced her mother to allow Dermon and she to practice with the Alabaster riders, once their dragons were big enough to learn to fly.

Dermon's smile couldn't be bigger. "We're going to fly," he breathed. The Alabaster tower overlooked a cliffside cove, as well as a rolling set of beautiful hills. The upshot of course was that the winds were strong and from the sea, and young dragons could learn to fly over soft sand or fairly deep water. They could not hurt themselves too badly, stretching their wings here.

Siuth wanted to spring into the air like a bird. However... Her first attempts were less than graceful. She nosedived into the grass, and tumbled down to the sand, Bali both laughing and running after her worried.

Dermon encouraged Apath to know the winds before he left the ground. You are wise, Apath said. He spread his wings, and stood that way for several moments before choosing to leap. The air kept his wings open, Dermon was surprised to be able to feel along with the dragon, those wings.

"It's like flying, yourself," he commented to Bali when she and Siuth had gotten back up to the hillside. Their trainers did not mock their progress, they only shared similar stories of falling, missed flaps, and the like.

***

"We've come to investigate this murder," Dermon said, "will you allow us to enter your home?"

The woman standing near the butler nodded once, and Bali and Dermon entered. The mansion was in poor repair, there were things missing from the walls - looked like artwork had been stolen as well as the master of the house being killed. Everywhere, glass was shattered and things were toppled over. Drawers were rifled through, pots and pans scattered.

The pair walked through the rooms, noting this footprint and that piece of hair, and then they observed the body. Fortunately it hadn't been moved - no one wanted to disturb the Master while he was alive, he'd hardly have given permission to touch himself now.

But Bali touched anyway. She turned him over, Dermon noted the dark marking on his forehead, the dent that said 'blunt instrument trauma'. But what Bali saw made her pause. She relayed the information to Siuth, who told Apath, who informed Dermon, who looked up at the candlestick that had been wiped perfectly clean of all waxy residue and had no blood on it - yet was sitting among all the rubble and broken glass.

The Butler Did It! Cried the dragons in unison.

And even though they were meant to be serious detectives, representitives of the Kshau Protectorate's legal department (The Shadow Wing, or the Long Wing of the Law, whichever they thought fit them best at the moment, and at this moment it was the Shadow wing of course), they both snickered as they carried out justice and arrested the butler.

***

"I just can't believe it's taken you this long to decide, dearest," Bali said as she rubbed her black dragon's shiny skin down. "He's a fine dragon. But where? And would you like to clutch where you fly?"

There is a flight frenzy at Isla.

"..." Bali paused in her bathing, and dropped the sponge onto the den's floor. "Siuth, that's not even funny."

Did you not know they survived? They moved, my friend, it was ... a setback. There is a flight. I wish to attend it, it is my fondest wish!

"But..."

I know this! I know it is true! Just becuse humans do not get this information, does not mean dragons do not!

"Dragons gossip constantly," Bali muttered. She picked up the sponge and continued to bathe her dragoness. It was true that the dragon was as black as the night sky, blacker by far than the static that the Healing Den experienced 'outside' of it. But also, this black dragon was growing into a fully fledged adult female - and her inner glow betrayed that fact. She was shining more than she ever had. She looked like a buffed black chrome dragon, in the light of the sun.

"Then I will have to inform Dermon and-"

Already done, my love, Siuth told Bali proudly.

The pair stood outside their Ablan home, it was carved into one of the hills, made into a dragon-sized roost with a homestead atop it. It wasn't truly Pernese, but then thread hadn't fallen here for quite some time, and never would so far as anyone knew. Dermon and his lovely copper brown Apath landed near by.

"What's she talking about?" Dermon asked. He was finally at ease with his own partner, Bali was so high-maintenance, he didn't fight it. He just gave her everything she wanted and in return he was challenged mentally (and physically) in the best ways possible.

"Apparently Isla moved forward in time," Bali said. "So I guess they know where to go."

Apath spread his wings and crooned to the sky. I will finally become a sire, myself! It will be glorious, my one, she is a perfect queen for me!

It was true. The copper-brown was bigger than his black female companion, but was perhaps the size of a smallish brown at best, more like most blues. Siuth herself was hardly the size of a green adult, but this petit noir was flawless in every way. Since she was already glowing, they figured it was best that they got a move on. The riders went to pack a few things up, for the duration. If they had to, Dermon and Apath could go retrieve other clothing and notes, but usually this pair traveled somewhat light.

Off to Isla - the new one, rebuilt, somehow while they were gone. There was a sense of triumph in their hearts for that as well, as they signed on to the Frenzy!

Isla Weyr's FGPC

-- note that since Yakima yanked her records not all of the results are present, so I'm relying entirely on the database.

Dermon's Copper Brown Male Apath - dam Oronadaeth (Starry Gold Black Morning Star Weyr) + sire Vwlietoth (Bronze Calyeni Iulerbrilan) -- these are pretty far from the appearance of this dragon. Flew black Siuth at Isla producing 'red fire' female Kasaith (y's), clouded red wine Edrielleth (Aja Dalpeli but deprecated in future), and brown male Faraith (df's).

Bali's Black Female Siuth - dam ew Flynnth ('pale gold isla I mean dark moon') + ew Soliath (blue Cincanta). Paired to Apath in that ^^; unclear whether there were others. Since they do not have evidence beyond this any that I find with their lines from the now-deleted clutches will be deprecated.

deprecated from Rael's page at the healing den - Tintalleth black-gold (.... 'no queen' ... means no gold, duh); dam green Alanath, sire brown Kwavyeth;
flown by Gizath, red-black Bipedra, two offspring (trix's Embrassen, Tierasa's Veridiain)

But the whispers that Rael heard were of their other sands... The odd altered dragons. Was there a possibility? In dreams, she flew with a dragon strong of wing and stout of body... She never could determine the color of any dragon she rode in her dreams -- they were just *her* dragon, no more and no less.

She lay awake, after a night of tossing and turning, wondering and aching to know more. What if there was a clutch? Wouldn't it be -- well, of course it would be a good hatching. They always were... But what if Baeris wouldn't let her go? Or what if... She had never been searched?

The reality of it was that Rael HAD been searched, long before. And Tessrabia had gone to Talor Cliff's "last clutch" and come back with a triumphant gold! No gold would suit Rael of course... Half the night's dreaming was about how annoying it was that any man would hit on her if given half the chance. She was her mother's daughter -- beautiful in ways but too proud to be anything but her own image of perfection. Many people called her a tom-boy, which made Rael wonder -- shouldn't it be tom-girl? After all, she was STILL a girl, last she checked.

The morning came as it did in the Den without sun. There were soft, elegant lights which came on everywhere when it was dawn. At 'noon' it was brighter, in the evening some of the fringe dens (like hers) would become almost completely dim. But the main halls always had a white glow to them. Perpetual morning-light.

Rael got up with difficulty. Her overworked arms and back needed a good rubdown, but she was needed herself, in the dragon healing chambers. Apparently, Phantus brought back this information from his morning food-stealing venture, several of the greens got into a bit of a fight over who was braver. Bringing their stitching open, and causing their riders to have their well-deserved fits of anger.

As Rael distractedly helped calm down and patch up one of the greens, she knew that whatever rank of dragon she would ride, it certainly couldn't be a green either. They were so ... green! Flighty and over-emotional, oh, how it would gall her if there was a green on the sands with her name in its mind! Not that she really thought to be disinterested in any dragon -- but idle thoughts would go where they would go. She was hardly one to deny her own thoughts about it.

No gold, certainly -- too much required intimacy! And a green, oh no. Too much *vountary* required intimacy. If that could be a phrase! But what about the clever, quick blues? And the bold, daring browns? If Rael could hope for a bronze -- hah! A man's version of a gold?! She chuckled to herself, making the rider of the irate green scratch her head in wonder at the healer as she stepped away.

Her mother Baeris looked oddly at her second daughter. All day, it seemed, Rael's head was in the clouds. That was a fine place for a rider, but no place for a healer's. At the end of the short day of work, Baeris strode over to her black-haired daughter and gently grasped her elbow. Rael almost jumped, causing both of their fire lizards to flitter off their respective shoulders and teleport away.

"Motherrrr," Rael said, rolling her eyes. "What is it?"

"You've been rather odd all day. What is it?" Baeris asked, her even, strongly-blue eyes boring into her daughter's pale fog-slate colored ones. Rael lowered her eyes quickly -- this was a game that Baeris didn't normally play with her own children. Rael wasn't very good at it, at least not with her mother. An angry or frantic rider, or even a dragon, she could stare down. But not Baeris.

"Well," Rael said, as they went where Baeris wanted to lead them, into her office chambers overlooking the healing area. "There are people talking... About this clutch."

"Ah," Baeris said, flatly. "I see."

Baeris sat in her chair opposite her daugher, her second-oldest... Blue eyes simply looking. They were not hard, Rael thought. She knew that her mother was prone to bouts of anger and didn't hesitate to tell anyone what was on her mind. If something was wrong, Baeris would say it. Loudly.

Her mother had the reputation that she was quite the stormy woman. It would figure that her dragon bond was somewhere between green and gold. Rael gulped, and said, "mother?"

"Yes," Baeris said, "go on."

"Well, there's the thing. I don't know any more about it than that. Isla is having a clutch, a special one."

"Isla weyr is stocked with good dragons." Baeris noted. Her eyes flickered from her daughter to a set of map-like objects on one wall. "And is not so very far away."

Rael took in a breath. "Could I -- go?"

"Not yet," Baeris said. Rael deflated and sank into the chair, sullenly.

Then Rael ground her teeth down, and looked back up at her mother. "... What does that mean, mother?" Rael's inflection on the last word made Baeris smirk inwardly. Outside, however, her olive mask of expression did not shift.

"It means, daughter, that you should remain here while our large guests are still recuperating." Baeris folded her fingers into a steeple, and looked at Rael's face while the girl mulled this over.

"It could be too late, when they're healed." Rael decided to say.

Baeris openly grinned now, and Rael's eyebrows furrowed. "Why are you grinning like that?"

At last, Baeris couldn't stop from giggling a bit. "Because, Rael, it does not matter when you leave here, you will arrive in more than enough time for the clutch to hatch for you."

Rael's little lips dropped into an open mouthed silent question.

"Because the dragons can teleport -- how do you think they get here? They only know we are open, but they come when they are able to be assisted properly. Today, the sign over the entrance says 114, and that is only for those who have been in the electrical storm." Rael nodded, and her mother continued. "Next time you look, it will say something else, and we will have time between to fix ourselves something nice to eat and get a good sit-com on the television viewer."

Rael blinked. She blinked again. She *knew* these things, yet had never had the chance to experience them for herself. Never out on dragonback long enough to know how to orient on the number above the entrance to the Healing Den's hall, and certainly she only knew the dragons' anatomy. She had rarely tried to converse with the riders and learn how they got where they had been.

Rael ground her jaw around again. "Perhaps you're right," she announced, "I do not know enough yet! I didn't even realize!"

Baeris nodded and reached across the desk and took her daugher's hands into her own. "But you will. You'll have time to learn what you need to know. I have lots of files about weyrling training, if you want to look through them while you're not busy with the dragons."

Rael was surprised by her own eagerness. "I would love to see them!" She paused, and then hesitatingly said, "so, I can go to the hatching?"

"it's a genetically engineered clutch," Baeris said. "And your sister came back from Talor Cliff --"

"With her gold, I know, I know..." Rael sighed.

"What's the matter, sweet?"

"I surely don't wish a gold upon myself... Can you imagine? All those men expecting me to -- perform for them --" Rael snarled. Baeris nodded, her eyes closing a bit.

"I can imagine, and I can also imagine you riding that golden hued wonder into your own battlefields." Baeris glanced back up at Rael. "But you will not come back to me with a queen, even if it is a gold, I think."

Wondering what that meant, Rael shook her head, and scampered out of the office.

Baeris leaned back, and summoned her blue Striker to her side. "You take this to Yakima, won't you dear Striker?" She wrote a small scroll to the weyrwoman of Isla, and their scientists. It read shortly of how Rael was well-trained in dragon healing but was not very socially engaging. Baeris sighed. If only her daughter would realize what a clever and healthy girl she really was... Well, she would know someday. Perhaps she might be in a flight, or perhaps she would just find the right man -- or woman, as the case might be -- to explain to her.

Striker waited until Baeris was finished with the note of recommendation -- it included information about the girl's age and her search, her prior experience, and the way that she would work herself half to death just to save another person's dragon. Then, the blue flit carried the message away... Soon, Rael would be carried away on a transport dragon to Isla and perhaps -- perhaps she would come back upon a grand and perfect dragon.

It took what seemed like forever and a day for the eggs to properly harden and start to hatch, at least to those who had been taken to Isla earlier. In the time before Rael was sent to Isla, she'd been carefully instructed in things like tack maintenance, flight awareness, and proper ground-weyr information. Rael learned but slowly. Especially the parts about who to address as whom and why it was important to follow the weyrling master's instructions.

Stubborn girl. But when she was ready, she was taken to Isla. It was actually less than a week before the eggs hatched. To her joy, she was allowed to tour the grand facilities -- they reminded her of something not found on Pern or Alskyr or anywhere else, but a place she'd been to in dreams. Bad dreams, but dreams none the less. It almost frightened her, knowing that the eggs were deposited directly into their little vats and kept away from real sands and real care.

She'd offer her dragon the best care she possibly could. No doubt! No two ways about it!

--

Somehow, when the time came for the hatching, Baeris found her way to Isla on her greeny-gold Dulath. Most likely she looked up the records on some machine back at the Healing Den and discovered what hour and what time of year it had taken place, written a post-it to herself, and went at her leisure.

Rael stood watching many -- many -- eggs as they hatched. They weren't going easily, either. As Tess had said from Talor Cliff, they were too hard, these eggs. They had hardened beyond normal means, and the adult dragons helped many of the hatchlings out. Some didn't really need it, and all of the hatchlings were simply spectacular.

You couldn't get a better looking bunch of hatchlings off the Healing Den's sands, Rael thought. There were two-colored dragons and solid colors like no one had ever seen. Granite and stone shades, copper mixed with blue... Oh, they were all the most beautiful things in the world! Any world! And, transfixed, Rael watched as almost the whole bunch of eggs broke open and went off to their bonds. She bit her lip. Would she really be bonding here? Even though she was 'assured' of an egg, a hatchling, there was one which went straight up into the stands and bonded to someone from the labs! That might have meant one egg short.

But her worry was unfounded. A silver-white ran past, looking at someone else, while a beautiful black and golden hatchling strode up to Rael. This was certainly not what she expected!

Do you like me, Rael? I am Tintalleth, but I'm no queen. The dragonet insisted. She was strong, tiny like the rest of the hatchlings (the size of a typical blue).

"Not with those wings and your size," Rael said with a grin. She was a bold little one! Gobbled up her meal and tried to head for the others' bowls of fresh meat as well. But Rael had always known that hatchlings shouldn't gorge themselves!

The feel of a dragon's mind within her own was more comforting than she'd ever imagined. Not at all like the invasive telepathy that she'd experienced from human riders with the talent, or from dragons who decided to broadcast their thoughts. This was her own dragon's mind, soft and secure, within hers. It would always be there. It felt like she always had been there too.

Tintaleth grew at the same pace as the other dragons in her clutch, that is to say quicker than expected yet excruciatingly slowly when needed. The dragoness was never going to be much bigger than a medium sized blue, but that suited Rael just perfectly fine.

While they were still at Isla, Rael and Tintaleth were instructed in the ways of flight - however Rael wanted to learn more about the tactics of fighting than she would need when she got back to the Healing Den.

I know why you want to learn those things. Because if I do rise for a flight, then I will be able to fight them off. Those young males over there have been looking at me funny all this time and I think it's because they think I'm a queen!

"You'll be much faster than any male, even the quickest blue, Tin. I trust you. I want to learn these things because then... If I go back to the old world with you to heal, I will know what the injuries are all about."

You want to go get injured?

"That is not what I said," Rael sighed. "I mean, there are still dragons who come into the Healing Den, injured from their battles from whatever world they live upon now. I don't want US to become hurt, I just want to see how others become that way."

I understand. I still think it's because I will be rising some day, and I will outfly them all.

Rael patted the small dark and gold dragoness on her shoulder, and smiled softly. "I know you will."

Rael and Tintalleth boldly swept back into the Healing Den - both of them grown up in ways that they hadn't been when they were at Isla. Rael had long understood how to get from point a to point b on dragon back, and had managed to sneak into the records room and locate a number of star charts.

Those charts were way out of date. Rael and Tintalleth drifted through space and time until she finally recalled the number that her mother had quoted that fateful day. 114! Now, how long had she spent learning her lessons (grumble!) and then how long between then and her travel to Isla... How many days?

They were all blurry, so many days. Weeks, months... But Rael knew that she would return before the two years of her stay at Isla were complete. So... what, one year? A ... a whole year Den time? Was that right? Tess was gone only a few months. Would that be okay?

"One fourteen..." Rael muttered, "plus say, well, let's just give it one hundred. So Two fourteen."

Two-fourteen. I suppose that is as good a number as any. I will get us home. I am tired, though.

"We've had a lot of adventure."

I do not much care for it. I would rather be at home. I have never even seen this home of yours, and I am interested in it. NOW!

Tintalleth stamped her foot and shook her golden head.

"Well then let's go. Mother won't know. Will she?"

I do not know, because I have never met her.

"Well," Rael said while snugging down her weather worn riding tack - hoping that its extreme use wouldn't betray their travels right off, "don't tell her about our little travel. It's not something she needs to know about."

Okay... Then can I fly?

Rael blinked. The dragon was serious - after half a year of random travel lost among the stars and through time, Tintalleth was an adult and she was ready to have her first mating flight. That would have to wait. Would she fly at the Den? Or somewhere else?

Rael put those thoughts out of her head, and concentrated on 214 - the way that the numbers would be glowing over the entrance ... they rose into the sky over the ravaged planet they had been on. The darkness enveloped the pair, and they vanished to the Nexus.

** RESERVED FOR tekata's SHTARIKATH though I will be keeping everything but the names/locations for whatever haphazard story I put up when her Zekiran version is moved from Paveh Hold. She was never 'at alabaster' .... shhhh

Tekata stood nervously on the sands. Yakima had summoned the candidates, and this time included Tekata. She'd skipped one hatching, but then, this new one was such an odd clutch that she would just love to watch even if she didn't bond.

There were far more candidates than eggs, though. The flutter in Tekata's stomach didn't go away, as the eggs began hatching with a bizarre pair of gold-and-blue dragonets!

'I've never seen anything like those!' Tekata thought. Browns broke shell, beautiful and bold, followed by a pair of greens. Then, blues came from one egg. With a sigh, the greens and odd gold-blues passed her by with their bonded girls. It was hard, and Tekata stood with her feet buried in the hot sand.

Twins kept coming, browns -- three of them, appeared too! Blues arrived and bonded, and more greens... Tekata was ready to drop, ready to run again. The flitter in her stomach was matched by the young bronze Jumper on her shoulder. He chittered and tugged at her ear. He distracted her while other greens and blues came from their shells in pairs and singly.

But then, it looked like the last egg below the dam's wing, Flynnth's last egg... Tekata saw a look from Synde who was obviously chastising her Queen. But Yakima urged Tekata to remain.

The third of the last candidates on the sands -- Tekata and Zulyeva and a girl who'd arrived late  were the only unbonded -- took off in tears. The queen had demanded her to go away! How harsh!

Tekata almost felt her emotion -- then she realized that it was more the queen's anger at allowing a girl who wouldn't be among her offspring's chosen to remain near by. But still! That was pretty rude! Shouldn't all the candidates at least get the chance?

But then... It wasn't a chance she wanted, Tekata realized. It was a hatchling that came from the shell with her golden sister. The pair of dragonets strode over to the pair of girls. Eagerly the golds ran up as they gained their legs!

As the other dragoness announced herself to her own bond, the other went right up to Tekata and said, And I am you Shtarikath, Tekata!

With a gasp Tekata cried out, "Shtarikath! At last --" she sobbed into the golden hide, as they rested on the warm sands.

As the sun rose on this beautiful day, Tekata threw her arms out and let the sunlight bathe her pale skin with yellow-gold.

You look like me! I like that! Bespoke Shtarikath. Today will be the day I learn to fly, is that right?

"That is right, beautiful Shtari. And you've been taking lessons from our little friend, right?"

Jumper chittered loudly. He knew when he was being spoken about, he was no typically-dense flitter! Tekata giggled. "That's right, we're looking to you for guidance. Now, spread those wings!"

Shtarikath did as she was asked, watching little Jumper. Though the bronze was smaller by far than the dragoness, he was quite large for a flitter, and barely fit onto Tekata's outstretched arm!

Like this? I see! I can feel the muscles, Tekata. I think I will love flying. Will it be like you riding your steed-things? Can I fly with them? They go very fast. But I will be faster still.

"I know you'll be the best, fastest queen out there, Shtarikath!" Tekata was filled yet again with the feeling of completion which she'd been missing all her life. She finally knew the connection was never going to fade.

"Sweetie, you're blocking the view." Tekata grumbled. "I really want to see them race."

But they are food! Why would food be racing? What is so interesting about that?

Tekata stifled a chuckle, and tried to push her half-slumbering dragon's wing out of her way. Their den overlooked the racing fields, but only when Shtarikath's form wasn't blocking the whole of the ledge. Tekata squeezed by and huffed.

"Because, Shtari, they're beautiful, like you. And they're not just food. You used to think horses were interesting." They're still food. "I know you'd love to eat a couple of them, but horses are only food if they're old or lame, and none of those are either!" Tekata waved her hand in the air, trying to punctuate her statement, but the dragon certainly didn't care, and wasn't looking anyway.

Ahh, you just want to watch them because it is like a dragon in her mating flight. If they had a strong gold to chase, I could understand. But half of those juicy horses are females, anyway! So what's the point in that?

"Why bring up flying a mating flight now," Tekata grumbled because she'd already missed most of the first race, and was most likely going to miss the next.

Well, you wouldn't want me being chased by a bunch of females, now would you?

Tekata forgot all about the race.

Shtarikath - dam Flynnth, sire Soliath again
Alabaster/Blackstone Givaway year -9 Paired with Bronze Alkalmith of Haze ... which is kinda creepy, because related... Produced a large number of Alskyran only Molly and DF's are up. This was when she was still on Pern and human, Tekata will have a completely new Zekiran persona for her new dragon.

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The visit to Trandiok, Engell was pleased to see other new caerlets and young people scurrying about. He fondly remembered his years of assembling the right riders to defend Alabaster's investments.

He wandered down a random hallway, and Mystere and Snowflake both started chittering. Snowflake lept off his shoulder, while Mystere fluttered to the ground and walked around a bit. Snowflake urged her human on.

"Another egg..." He groaned. It was hatching, he couldn't refuse to hold it. And it was little surprise that when it hatched, it was a female silver caerlizard. A cute one, at that. Outside, the wind was kicking up and snow blew across Tehn's wings, causing the dragon to huddle down beside someone else's bond in the temporary shelters for visitors.

It is cold! Not like the nice cold of my hatching, this is really chilly!

I won't be more than a moment... Engell replied, as the flitter came from her egg. "Blizzard," he named her, as Snowflake looked extra pleased with herself. "Someday you'll have to find yourself a mate, little Snowflake, and that way you'll stop finding me new companions..."

  (Blizzard is from Trandiok Caer)

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Blizzard all grown up!