Arrival of a Southerner (tag Noeln, open)

[dragonfire]

Finally, after weeks at sea and days traveling on land, they had arrived at the Weyr. Cath trotted along beside the wagon that drove Brogan and Noeln to Northern Weyr. Brogan was so nervous she felt sick, but she tried not to reveal it. She wanted the Northerners to think she was still strong even after everything she had been through. Maybe the Southerners would accept her, and she would have a new home. It sent chills down her spine but a home in Southern was better than none at all.

Suddenly, Cath let out an excited bugle. LOOK! Dragons![/color] Brogan looked up and saw a few dragons circling above, probably a Sweep. Brogan grinned, sharing Cath's joy. It was the first time Cath had seen another dragon since she had hatched.

The wagon dropped them off at the entrance to the Weyrbowl. "Thanks," Brogan told the driver, jumping to the ground. Cath nudged her reassuringly. "Well, here goes," Brogan said, taking a deep breath. Then she grabbed Noeln's hand, squeezing it tightly. It was an almost unconscious gesture. She waited, wondering how Southern would greet them.

[maiwolf]

Noeln hadn' wanted to. Despt not acting like a dragonless man should, Noeln did notwant to. But the man had to admit that Cath--the dear little thing--needed some dragon company. This did not mean just having Raya and Brogan’s fire-lizard around, this meant actual dragons. The poor duo had been through a lot, and so had he, but he preferred not to dwell on his past. The man sat in the wagon next to the greenrider, staring at nothing in particular. He was dreading what was to come.

Noeln hadn’t wanted to. However, he didn’t know how he’d survive after Brogan and Cath left. He would be the first to admit that he was a symbiote, living only because he was with Brogan and Cath. But he still hadn’t wanted to. The thought of being without Brogan was unthinkable, really. And, though he probably wouldn’t say it out loud, Cath was growing on him. The dragon shouldn’t have been subject to that harsh treatment at such a young age.

Noeln hadn’t wanted to. However, for all he hadn’t, he was now. Then Cath started to bellow, and Noeln looked at her. Her green head was pointed to the sky. Noeln looked up and almost wished he hadn’t. There, in the sky, flew a wing of dragons. One of them was blue. Swallowing hard, Noeln looked away and stubbornly clutched his hands together. He felt like he was going to throw up, but he forced it down. Pand-Pa- he was gone, but that didn’t mean Noeln could easily forget. Noeln wished he hadn’t said yes to coming.

Then they were there, and Noeln had no more time to wish he hadn’t. Bright dragon colors swept across the sky, and it took all of Noeln’s strength not to retreat back into the wagon, head in hands, sobbing. Noeln realized, however, that Brogan needed him, and that, some way or another, he would have to face the hardship.

‘Just don’t look at the blues.’ He thought, and then, ‘oh, I wish I hadn’t come.’ But, when Brogan’s hand slipped into his, he sighed—both inwardly and out—and grasped hers like it was a lifeline. “Welcome to a new life.” He said in reply to Brogan’s ‘Here goes.’ Raya chirped at Noeln, landing on his shoulder. Noeln was too disheartened to move him.