Post by R'gant and Xanith on Jul 13, 2010 10:30:03 GMT -5
During most normal days, R'gant would rise early and tend to his duties as wingsecond, but this morning he couldn't make it out of bed. His body ached horribly from the long journey the day before. Although he had not shown weakness yesterday night, his body was now demanding that he rest for a while longer. It was best, he thought, as he lay there listening to the jubilant hoots and hollars of those enjoying the Queen's flight. Had he been in better spirits he would have rose to view it himself. Xanith would have been among the dragons darting after the Queen had they been at their home in Telgar Weyr, but now his best friend slept undisturbed, his aging body exhausted after their flight.
Xanith had risen moments before the Queen took to the skies. The fire in his eyes had burned bright with eagerness, for this could finally be his chance to capture the gold queen. Oh, how he dreamed of soaring through the heavens with her at his side. Those dreams filled his thoughts day end and day out as of late, yet when he tried to move he could only collapse and grunt as his stiff wings protested. He had tried once, twice and then a third time to no avail. The profound realization that he would not fly this day sullened his spirit and eventually he surrendered to sleep once more.
R'gant watched him sleep, Xanith's sadness his own. Like Xanith he dreamed of victory as well, but his dreams were mostly about taking his place as Weyrleader. He was still fairly young and eager to prove himself. To be named leader would be a joyous event, one he was sure he'd never forget. He'd rule with a confidence unheard of. His people would love him and he, in turn would vow to keep them safe. He knew he could handle the job were that day to come, but today was not that day. Both he and his dragon were not yet strong enough to claim that prize.
Expression grim, R'gant's thoughts were filled of images of his mother's smiling face, of Lilith rambunctious laughter as she made jokes with people of the Hold. And his father. He missed him dearly...
R'gant rolled beneath his covers and closed his eyes to those images. They only brought more sadness and tears that he swore he would never shed. He had only Xanith now. For now he was all he needed.
R'gant slipped back into his dreams and when he awakened the flight had come to an end. His large brown eyes darted to Xanith who he saw blinking and looking around the weyr.
R'enh's Mnoranth has succeeded. Xanith said to him. The color of his eyes swirled between purple and blue green before he shut them and rested his head.
R'enh? He'd never met him personally. He hoped he deserved the position...
Don't be that way Ragantmine. Our time will come.
R'gant chuckled and sat up with a groan. "I know you'll make me proud." He eased out of bed although his legs ached when he moved them. After a moment he dressed. "You should eat and drink to replenish your health, Xanith. Take it easy otherwise. I'll return soon to massage your aches away, hmm."
Xanith's bright eyes darted his way. "I'll be waiting, mine."
Smiling to himself, R'gant left his weyr in search of food to fill his own empty stomach. Perhaps he'd happen apon the healor from last night. That would surely liven his spirits a bit.
End R'gant
Xanith had risen moments before the Queen took to the skies. The fire in his eyes had burned bright with eagerness, for this could finally be his chance to capture the gold queen. Oh, how he dreamed of soaring through the heavens with her at his side. Those dreams filled his thoughts day end and day out as of late, yet when he tried to move he could only collapse and grunt as his stiff wings protested. He had tried once, twice and then a third time to no avail. The profound realization that he would not fly this day sullened his spirit and eventually he surrendered to sleep once more.
R'gant watched him sleep, Xanith's sadness his own. Like Xanith he dreamed of victory as well, but his dreams were mostly about taking his place as Weyrleader. He was still fairly young and eager to prove himself. To be named leader would be a joyous event, one he was sure he'd never forget. He'd rule with a confidence unheard of. His people would love him and he, in turn would vow to keep them safe. He knew he could handle the job were that day to come, but today was not that day. Both he and his dragon were not yet strong enough to claim that prize.
Expression grim, R'gant's thoughts were filled of images of his mother's smiling face, of Lilith rambunctious laughter as she made jokes with people of the Hold. And his father. He missed him dearly...
R'gant rolled beneath his covers and closed his eyes to those images. They only brought more sadness and tears that he swore he would never shed. He had only Xanith now. For now he was all he needed.
R'gant slipped back into his dreams and when he awakened the flight had come to an end. His large brown eyes darted to Xanith who he saw blinking and looking around the weyr.
R'enh's Mnoranth has succeeded. Xanith said to him. The color of his eyes swirled between purple and blue green before he shut them and rested his head.
R'enh? He'd never met him personally. He hoped he deserved the position...
Don't be that way Ragantmine. Our time will come.
R'gant chuckled and sat up with a groan. "I know you'll make me proud." He eased out of bed although his legs ached when he moved them. After a moment he dressed. "You should eat and drink to replenish your health, Xanith. Take it easy otherwise. I'll return soon to massage your aches away, hmm."
Xanith's bright eyes darted his way. "I'll be waiting, mine."
Smiling to himself, R'gant left his weyr in search of food to fill his own empty stomach. Perhaps he'd happen apon the healor from last night. That would surely liven his spirits a bit.
End R'gant