Name meaning: Silent Star (Dín=silent, el=star)
*Bonder*
*Hatchling*
*Sr.fledgling*
*Adult*
*Catena Island*
*Oh wanderer, where are you going?
*Dínorel stood again in the cold night air. He felt his mother's necklace hanging from his neck. It was winter on this world, but he only wrapped his father's travel cloak tighter around him. The night was old. The moon had risen and was now almost hidden behind high mountain peeks. This was a pleasant enough land, Dínorel thought to himself, his breath forming clouds of mist in the air. Only one thing bothered him. He could not find Gil-Estel in the cold night sky. His heart longed to see the small point of light, but he could find it nowhere. By Elbereth he wished he could find it!
A sound distracted him from his thoughts. The door to the bounders' barracks was closed, but he could still hear the muffled sounds of others inside. By the sound of the laughing' Dínorel suspected that Solin was doing another one of his magic tricks. Odd boy.
"AGH! Why'd you go and kill Kennyth?" A muffled voice said from inside a few moments later. It must have been Solin. Kennyth was a small folded peace of paper in the shape of a dragon. One of the other boys probably squashed it. Dínorel chuckled, very odd boy.
*This bond links, two minds now one
*The day broke clear and triumphant from the night. The sun seemed to beam more brightly on the Caer and its inhabitants. The dawn gave Dínorel new hope. The long vigil of waiting for the eggs to hatch would soon be over. He could feel it down to his bones, today was the day they would hatch!
Dínorel was not disappointed. As the sun began its descent from its high seat in the sky, a call rang out the news. The bounders were scrambled and quickly brought to the sands. As soon as they were there the first egg hatched. A cream burst from her shell and ran quickly to her bond. A purple was next to enter the world followed by a silver. But Dínorel didn't notice. A small reddish egg that lay near the clutch mother's head had caught his eye. He watched it intently unable to take his eyes off it. He didn't notice the brewing silence that followed nor any of the other bounders chatting near him.
The silence was broken with the mother's sharp yelp. The small egg had bumped her snout. The egg rolled and tumbled around then wobbled towards Dínorel. It stopped at his feet. He stooped and struck the shell with his palm. Again. With the third blow the shell cracked and a small red head pushed its way through.
"Hey, thanks," the hatchling said, crawling out and shaking himself off. "I knew there had to be some way out of there." He cocked his head and examined Dínorel for a moment. "I'm Seoltath," he said at last.
"Dínorel," the man replied, reaching his hand out awkwardly. The hatchling brushed his paw against the man's hand and nodded. Dínorel couldn't help but smile at the newly hatched dragon at his feet.
"So that's what Golodh said about telepathic something or other..."
"Guess so," Seoltath said, grinning. "There's food and stuff over that way," he said, cocking his head. Dínorel nodded and followed the red male to where the other hatchlings stood near the tables.
Over hills and rivers flowing
Will you travel there to stay?
Where the leaves and branches sway?
*Will you stop there when you tire,
Or will you climb a little higher?
Towards the star far in the sky
Towards the star that shimmers high*
Together forever under moon or sun
*Your joy is my joy, each passing day
Your pain my pain, together we stay*
Seoltath
Name Meaning: Wise (from Galic seólta=crafty, wise)