Shard paced around watching the other dragon riders, they'd cleaned their
wounds and were ready to celebrate. It would be one massive party.
It would be missing one or two of his people - he thought about trying
to time it back to the battle where Jemmi was lost, but that would be
pointless. He was already in way over his head at that moment anyway,
and draining his own strength by appearing twice would just make it worse.
He knew it didn't work anyway.
So he'd tried to console Serra to little avail. The brown and blue riders
were attached, really attached to one another, and with one gone... At
least it was for a good cause, and Serra did admit that the death was
spectacular. It wasn't one that anyone wanted to duplicate, that was for
sure...
"Sweetie, what is on your mind?" Asked a familiar voice, and
Shard turned to see Rue standing in the doorway. The rooms where everyone
had been shuffled around for healing or resting up before heading home
were full but dwindling now that the dragons were able to recuperate their
powers and teleport back between worlds.
"Everything," Shard sighed. "I'm sorry I had to make you
stay," he cupped her chin in his long fingers, avoiding poking her
eyes out with his long nails. "I missed you, and you missed a big
fight."
"I don't mind missing big battles, Shard," she said. "I've
heard enough about it from the ones returning home."
"I'd have thought that your reporters instinct would keep you interested,"
he asked, but she shook her head and smiled grimly.
"Nope, not this time. But... I've heard something else is in the
making?" She looked around his shoulder, and saw a sign-up sheet
of sorts. "That's it..."
"Ah yeah," Shard said, scratching the back of his head, "I
was gonna ask about-"
"You know that those two have been dying to have a place to fly
for years," Rue said, "so I'm going to sign them up. I'd be
surprised if they didn't just throw eggs on the sands right now."
"Jere's kinda tired," Shard said, but he heard his dragon in
the back of his mind saying something about 'if it's a mating flight we
should let her sign up'.
So they did. But Rue noticed a distinct hand had written another distinct
pair above her green and Shard's blue.
"Shard, have you... looked over this?" Rue asked, sweetly.
Her tall, tired, blue partner shuffled over to her and nestled his chin
on her short tan colored hair. He gazed at the words on the big wall-hung
panel.
"... I didn't think I'd ever see that," he said. "So I
guess it'll be a bit of a reunion for us all."
"Won't it be uncomfortable for you two?" Rue asked.
"Me and Triia and Etan and you," Shard said, "In one place?
I don't think so, my love," he took his wife's hand and kissed it.
"She had the opportunity and turned me down, and he's been far more
in love with her than I ever was, and you're not really the jealous type,"
Shard smiled at Rue's little smirk. "So no, I don't see a problem.
As long as he's not being a total jackass. He did kind of help out at
the war you know."
"I know, I know..." Rue said. "Well, let's help get this
set up!" She bounded away, trying to drag him with. But he'd done
more than his part already, had little energy left to give to paperwork
or dorm plotting. He'd leave that to the women folk.
Etan appeared behind him shortly and had a gigantic smile on his otherwise
stony face. It looked completely out of place.
"She's on her way," he said. It really sounded like Etan was
about to burst.
"She's just as pissed as Rue was to be left out, but now that we're
about to party she wants in. Of course." Shard laughed. "Where
were you last night?"
"I was fixing some problems with reality that I've been meaning
to get to," Etan said evasively. He looked tired, more than just
from the battles the prior few weeks had brought. He had been out teleporting
through time and space, colluding with other universe's versions of himself,
and attempting to kill his offspring. It wasn't working - and he knew
that it never would. But one at a time, and with some help, as long as
the bastards didn't start bonding dragons...
There would be some other Kshau riders on the party list. Some with their
own agenda for mating with whomever would be there, and some who simply
wanted a place to establish their well-known partnership.
Everyone wanted to see what would come of it. They'd all be there for
every moment, flight, party, aftermath and sands.
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