Dragons colored green, are amazing to be seen
speed and bursts of fire, their weapons of choice
although quick to tire, they fight with mad desire
and roar after Thread, with one voice
-The Colors Song
Char put down her tome and used a folded piece of parchment to fan herself. Despite resting in the shade of an open air gazebo the afternoon heat remained oppressive at the BeastHall. No creature stirred, not even the happily drowsing firelizards, and in the back of her mind, Vaeth stirred sleepily, only to drop into a deeper sleep.
For six wonderful months the skies had been blissfully clear of Thread, and Char had wasted no time in turning her hand to her lifelong love of the BeastCraft.
The faintest hint of a breeze stirred as a hand parted the shimmering glass strands of the bead curtain leading to the indoor classroom of the Hall.
"Char?" An apprentice, only nine Turns of age peered out and scanned the outdoor classroom.
"Over here, Saldewi." She called to him, raising a hand to catch his attention.
"Sorry for bothering you." He said in a rush, curiously at odds with his slow, measured pace. Nothing moved fast in the windless noon.
"No worries. Whatcha need?"
"Master Bamil needs a favor. He wants to know if you can transport some medicines to the WherHold?" The tanned boy explained.
"Be my pleasure." The cold of between would be a welcome respite. "Let me get Vaeth geared up." She set her text aside, standing. Saldewi nodded and disappeared back into the Hall.
Vaeth woke slowly as she approached, and yawned as she threw the riding straps over his neck. Images passed between them, wordlessly, the wheres and whens all dragonpairs checked with each other as part of the preflight ritual. Bamil joined her under Vaeth's outstretched wing, offering a sliver of shade in the near breathless heat.
"Did Saldewi tell you where I need you to flit?" The HerdHealer asked. Char nodded, pulling her flight jacket on and ignoring the smothering heat. Bamil passed up to her a tightly bound bundle. Char tucked the parcel inside her jacket and hoped her sweat wouldn't soak the molded leather casing before her delivery.
"I'll be back in time for evening lectures." She called as Bamil backed up and raised a fist, the ground crews sign for 'clear airspace'. Char saluted, a fist over her heart, and Vaeth lept skyward.
Welcome to the sequel to 'WeyrWatch'. If you notice any grammatical or spelling errors, please don't hesitate to inform me.