Feeling outcast

[Dead Crows]

"Haven't found one yet!" she exclaimed looking at him with eyes of fustration, "They don't respect us, they just order us about calling us at midnight when we are asleep to report to some hold!" he face was marked up with an unpleasant frown but fir sime reason all of her work she began to feel very tired and she rubbed her eyes.

[Krisley]

"We all find someone. It takes time" E'ro repeated stubbornly, and gently touched Rynkth's head. The dusk hummed loudly, closing his eyes as his bonded began to scratch his eye ridges softly. Loner thumped his tail in the sand, staring at Weny now. He didn't understand why she was upset.

[Dead Crows]

"I'm a healer and still haven't so you just, jsut be quiet!" she spat and then her eyes looked sadly and she said in a calm and self ashamed voice, "I-I'm sorry, I have no right to talk to you like that."

Vinitry flew up and went to land beside Wendy.

SHe felt yet a second wave of tiredness come over her as she yawned.

[Krisley]

"I'm an orphan. By all means, shout at me more if you like. I'm used to it by now." E'ro answered, inviting her to vent her fustrations. Sure enough, he was an orphan, though he didn't say what else he was.

[Dead Crows]

"A-An orphan? My that must be terrible! Did you even knowyour parents?" she asked with her eyes suddenly full of concern and her voice of worry. Vinitry, sensing her bonded's worry looked at E'ro and crooned to him in a musical tone.

[Krisley]

E'ro waved a hand of dismissle, a hard look on his half hidden face. "I knew them enough to miss them. Don't." Loner whinned gently, and wiggled through the sand untill he was next to E'ro.

[Dead Crows]

Vinitry suddenly drew her head back at the 'don't'. Was she being commanded not to feel sorry? But either way she lay down in the sand carefully. "Oh... What's your dragon's name? He's quite a fascinating colour." Wendy said changing the subject. Among her intrests of healing and nature dragons and flitts fascinated her, even the grotesque watchwhers were amazing to her. Pretty much anything that had slight relation to a dragon grabbed her attention.

[Krisley]

"The Weyrleader is calling him a Dusk. His name is Rynkth." E'ro answered, his husky voice gorwing more confident and strong, eyeing the flitt with his mistmatched eyes. He didn't mean to upset the little creature, but after so many sympathetic looks and attempted words of comfort, he couldn't take anymore. Rynkth bowed his head, resting his muzzle gently on his shoulder as he continued to scratch his eye ridges.

[Dead Crows]

"Are Dusk's kings? I've seen no bronze with a hide or wings comparable to Rynkth's!"

[Krisley]

E'ro shrugged." I don't know, and I don't care. He is what is is." He said strongly, and smiled ever the slightest as Rynkth crooned gently in agreement. Loner thumped his tail once, and lay his head on his keepers lap.

[Dead Crows]

"I guess you wouldn't." she said with a slight chuckle. "Once a bond is made you don't care about deformities or their rank, just who they are." and she chuckled to herself once more.

[Krisley]

"That is the truth." E'ro murered, and lay a hand on Loners head. He looked up as a little flitt flew out of between, chittering slightly about being left behind. She was one of the strange new ones, called an Ivory. She settled onto his shoulder.

[Dead Crows]

"And it doesn't only apply to dragonriders. Trainers and flitt owners too." and she looked at her three legged queen.

[Krisley]

E'ro nodded in agreement, and moved his hand on Loner's head to stroke Quins in greeting. She nibbled his fingers kindly, and rubbed her white head against his hand.