and Topaz-Turquoise Ranghe
Red-winged brown Nariti launched a deliberate mellow hum when his mate,
Green Zuath told him their eggs were hatching. The sound was both calming
and hopeful and spurned the dragonlings on in their eggs. Quickly the
candidates were brought around. Theirs had been a small clutch with only five
eggs. Still there were quite a few candidates hoping to bond. None of them
were local but even so, the people of Lantessama came to witness the
joyous occasion and to partake in the celebrations that would certainly
follow. As such the land surrounding the hatching sands was crowded when
the first hatchling broke through the shell encasing him.
The hatchling, a mirror image of his dad with a soft brown hide and bright
red wings, clumsily got up to his feet, getting tangled a bit in the
remains of his former home and bonded to a warrior. Not much later, one of
the other hatchlings managed to break free. This time a mostly green
dragoness spilled from her egg. The spectators assumed she was just like
her mother until she unfolded her wings and showed that the glimpses of
golden yellow weren't from yolk or sand.
The third egg to hatch revealed a turquoise-coloured hatchling with beige
topaz wingsails. The hatchling was maybe a tad relaxed as he waited and
looked over to where multiple candidates still waited. While he sat, the
fourth egg hatched a blue on blue female, with a Sapphire-coloured body
and darker Tanzanite-blue wings. The Turquoise gave her the go ahead and
she wasted no time to bond.
As the pair headed off to feed, the Turquoise male got up from the sand
and sauntered lazily to Mechs. The space captain was a fatherly sort. A
bit rough around the edges but with a kind heart and a huge sense of
"You shouldn't be sorry for ending up
here." the dragon said as he nuzzled the captain's hand.
'Why is that, Ranghe?" Mechs asked.
"Everyone's life will be better for being
here." was the logical explanation of the young dragon.
Mechs had vowed to stay close to the people that had ended up on
Lantessama with him. But none of them were making that an easy task.
Stevan, being his nephew was maybe the easiest to keep tabs on. Ponte had
easily found a place for himself among the people of Lantessama with his amicable
behaviour. Mechs could feel though that the gypsy would take to travelling
again once his dragon was old enough. Even Trevor, the quiet hacker,
looked to be more relaxed. He'd become friends with the recordkeepers and
often travelled to Earth with them when they went for supplies.
"They're all grown men."
Ranghe told him.
"They all look so young in my eyes." Mechs shrugged.
"You were young(er) once."
Mechs noted the small stab at his age and smirked: "Are you calling
"Maybe not." the dragon
said, "But you certainly don't seem
interested in the available people here. Shouldn't you be looking for a
"Where is this coming from?" Mechs asked cautiously.
"I'm a grown male myself in case you hadn't
noticed." Ranghe supplied.
Mechs had never once felt the urge to settle down. He'd been a traveller,
living for his ship, crew and the adventure of his job. But maybe he
should take his dragon up on the offer. There were a few nice women around
who were around his age and a little romance might not be a bad
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