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"And you're saying that, my father went to some other place, off this planet, visited you in the past, and then came forward in time to continue living here and now..." Amaranth nodded gently with that smile on her face. "You are my great-grandmother," Ozhta said, in the same faintly-astonished but well-covered tone. Again, the pale violet colored woman, with a tail very similar to his own, nodded. There was a long pause, as Ozhta's eyes drifted away from that woman, and upwards, behind her. Nearly the same color as those eyes, a golden-yellow head and shoulders, wings, and then a darkness rich as night on her hindquarters and wings could be seen. "And you ride a dragon, that dragon." "You catch on quickly," Amaranth chided, knowing that he was more than smart enough to have connected all those things momentarily. "So why are you here with me now?" He was, however, still young - not a teenager any longer but hardly developing in his full extent of abilities. He'd passed his Status exams easily of course, but how would this new information sit with him? He couldn't, for some reason, read this woman's mind. But he could read her genetics, sense her power, and more. He could sense their connection through those genes, and stood a little taller as he assessed what he found there. "Now you understand," his great-grandmother Amaranth Marad said proudly. "I am indeed here to Search you, as these old-world dragons like to call it, to stand for a clutch at her very own birthplace." She paused, narrowed her eyes and looked to be pondering something, "well, something like that anyway. It was a Weyr when I was there, but it's a Nidus now, you'll learn about all that. Should you want to, of course." "Why would I not want to?" He said, just-a-touch excited. Obviously he had tried to maintain what appeared to be a professional air, but it was still the case that whenever a dragon was around, even one from local hatcheries like that on his mother's island, people tended to take note. Becoming a Dragon Master was something that anyone from Budak to Atasan would aspire to. So it was with that in mind, that this lithe woman with the two-toned dragoness bid him to collect his necessary items, take a good long look at the calendar and skies to dedicate to memory, and come along. ** "There really are more eggs than I expected," Amaranth muttered, but her dragoness trumpeted something to which she giggled. It was still all a mystery to Ozhta, since he was yet unable to pry a single stray thought from her mind. And although he was markedly curious about these 'too many eggs', he was more curious as to why she could resist. Which, apparently. She could detect. And she let off just the tiniest hint of that notion into the aether, which he picked up with at-first-eagerness... That rapidly declined into a deflated huff. "I understand now," he finally muttered. "You haven't been put in your place often," Amaranth said, confidently, "don't worry, I'm fairly certain it will still be a rare occurrence. Particularly," she nodded toward the eggs they stood near, "after this clutch hatches." ** She was quite correct in that regard. But she had brought them there reasonably early - a few weeks before the eggs would actually hatch. She explained how much work there would be, and set him up with the lessons that he'd need. Care and feeding first, anatomy and dangers, and then how to navigate and ride. They had those things in spades back on Zekira, what with Steeds being as popular as they ever had been. Riding and injuries from falling from a flying Steed were very common indeed. Dragons of this sort weren't all that different from a leather-winged Steed, he noted, though of course, their size and that very long tail, and other things differed. Internal differences too - thus he spent most of his time with the infirmary staff and those who could help him get a grasp on the mental aspects of what would be needed. Of course, Ozhta had already just yoinked most of that information straight from their unprotected minds, even while sleeping, before clarification and refinement in a class... By the time the hatching did occur there were more Zekirans on hand, including his own father, and several that they'd brought along just to see or maybe hazard a try at the eggs. Ozhta noted the similarities as well as differences among the host dragons, some small and lithe, others with multiple sets of wings, many different types of psionic abilities as well. And he walked away from the busy sands with what appeared to be the shiniest brown dragon that most had ever seen! But they had seen the expression on that dragon's face before - because Ozhta's was very similar... They had bonded thoroughly and quickly, but it would be a few weeks before they'd be ready to travel back home. ** "Busy day," one of the Budak that was quite interested in helping out with their Sky Dragon nests at Reign Island wiped the sweat from his red brow, "I don't think I've seen the sky so full of dragons!" It was true, and as Ozhta uncharacteristically slumped into the wall in exhaustion, he nodded and sighed. "Fourteen Skies and several Forests, and a few of the others," he nodded briefly toward his brown Pernese, "against twenty ships and a cruiser... It was hard." But the Budak, whose name was Hond, eagerly nodded. "None lost! I saw you fixing that wing and the other's leg," he indicated a Sky dragon which was now testing that wing, the Forest had already retreated to the recovery center nearby. "Some day I ... I know it's not my place, but it would be such an honor to see that up close." "It's messy," Ozhta commented. To his credit, the Budak Hond leaned on the mucking rake he was holding, and sarcastically smiled at it. "I've never minded the mess, my Lord. I wouldn't want to bring mud and shit with me to a healing session though!" Even more to his credit, Ozhta thought. There was a 'ping' from his dragon, and Ozhta continued to look at the slave, who had gone back to his work of making sure the pathways beween buildings were free from the debris and rubble that had fallen or been dragged down by those who flew. Ozhta said nothing more than a brief 'see you later' which got a deep bow from the young man, but after his thorough shower and new outfit... he started looking into paperwork. That Budak could certainly be of more use than cleaning up around the place. |
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