Xitix Sykhatl

Mature, Sensible

Xitix made a point of looking in on the young draklings whenever he could. He knew that not every young drak - or their mother - would allow this, but since there were multiple parents of this nest, perhaps the rules were a bit different.

It turned out that he was right. The darkest of the young draks continued to look at him, almost with admiration. Finally the drak asked, "you are very sssstrong, you lift thingsss. Why?"

"Why?" Xitix asked, half surprised and half charismatically overcharming, "Well, mostly to impress the women folk!"

Tilting his head, the drak asked, "what are thossse?"

Xitix winked, and showed him a small bracelet which had a glimmering stone set in it. "A nice one gave me this, see?"

"For giftsss?"

"And to make a living, plus I've been doing this all my life." To illustrate this, Xitix lifted a stone bench that was tilted a little too into the den, and adjusted it with ease as though it were made of light wood. "Like you'll be making a living, some day."

Apparently, the drak was thinking on that for a while. The presentation ceremony was to begin and quickly Xitix and the other aspirants were led into the full chamber. Before everyone, then, Xitix felt quite at home. Though his friends were far away he knew they would be going through something similar to this, wherever they were being joined.

“Night Taravsk has choosen Xitix Sykhatl.” Astol had not even mentioned his bond before the Night had left the group to walk up to Xitix and continue a converstation started earlier about what the young man did.

It was as though they'd never stopped discussing it. In fact, Xitix thought, perhaps they hadn't. He'd had dreams, surely, of talking through the day and evening, showing off...

But now he had a wonderful drak, a dramatic Night male, to return to Dun Keiba with! He wondered how the others fared.