A Long Awaited Morning

[Memorie]

K'leren grasped Ruet in a tight embrace. "I love you, Ruet," he said, his voice practically dripping with pride. "It was a beautiful clutch, from a beautiful mother." It was true. From what the bronzerider could tell, all the dragonets had made very good matches. "And I think that the gold will hatch well. You know I was always of the opinion that we should go to Ista and crash their hatching." He half-smiled, only half-joking. He kissed her forehead, and then her nose. "We did well." There had even been a bronze left, which K'leren could only be glad for. The bronze was Nemenath's exact shading. "Beautiful woman," he said to Ruet, "shall we head to our feast?"

[hrsegrl]

Ruet held tightly to K'leren."I love you too." She smiled looking at her own Gold, no stress free knowing that her eggs were no longer her concern. "Both dragons can be proud of themselves. Sharieth will let us know if she hears anything about the Gold. No doubt the others will find good riders too. It seemed to be a very level headed clutch."

"Oh, the feast!" She startled herself to reality. "I forgot..." She stared at Sharieth. "I don't have a gown ready or anything."