| Subject: Mayan wanders idly down the seashore... |
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Mayan, Freth
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Date Posted: 15:45:51 10/15/02 Tue
Her tiny green is out among the waves, crooning in pleasure every time the surf splashes over her wings. She had been flying hard and fast to find the few candidates that were here; hard work, she thought, and very important. Mayan smiles faintly at her dragon's pride, realizing that it was not often that something so vital to the Weyr should be trusted to them. Watch your step, Freth warns her friend, a moment too late; Mayan's foot dislodges half of the hardened clutch laid by a Queen firelizard.
"Look, Freth... they're tiny eggs," she whispers, kneeling beside the pile. At that moment, all chaos breaks loose as several shells begin to shatter at once. Grab that one. And that one, too. Retrieving the desired eggs, the rider watches in astonishment as two miniature dragons are revealed in her palm... a dainty gold and a feisty blue. Hurriedly removing what was to be her lunch, she feeds it to the two creeling flits, watching with a bemused expression as they scarf it down. "Whatever shall I call them, Freth? Whatever am I to do do with them?" She is Auryn. And he is Tryll, is the definate answer, and Mayan has to laugh at the fondness her dragon shows towards them...
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