“Roc, about time you got your ass down here.” Whereas before the matchmaker had been all friendly smiles and pleasantness, now her voice contained a growl. Since he could land and shift quieter than a cat, he was only doing it for show and the sudden pursing of her lips said she knew it too. He landed with a thump in front of her, kicking up dust and small pebbles in an arrogant little show. Sure enough, there in the center was the small figure of the matchmaker, her arms crossed and, yes, that was a pissed off expression on her face. Roc sighed, the wind beneath his wings as he banked and glided over the low peaks that surrounded the meeting grounds. You’re our king, I see that now, and we need you at your best, not how you are at the moment. You’re… he paused, rolling to look Roc in the eye. Please, my lord, you should listen to her. I found her on the lower slopes and brought her up here, the wyvern answered. How the hell did she get up here? What about the guards and the beacons? Roc frowned, already wheeling about to head that way. Roc… the matchmaker is here, Nesren said, using the mental pathway common to all wyvern-kind. Roc curled his lip back, still not having forgiven the trouble maker for setting Johan up. Before he could say anything, though, another set of wingbeats brought a wyvern alongside them. Sometime, somewhere, Arnor had gotten a woman pregnant, and the result was flying between them. Haki hadn’t yet attained his full growth, he wouldn’t for a couple of years, but his build and coloring… he was a smaller version of Arnor, right down to the vivid orange stripes on either side of his spine.īanking slightly to the side, Roc made eye contact with his friend… letting him know that he knew. Hey, Haki, looking good, Roc rumbled, genuinely pleased for the youngster.Ĭasting an experienced eye over the smaller wyvern, he tried to get some idea who his father might have been and suddenly realized why Arnor had taken such an interest in him. Beating his wings, he came up level, the two older wyverns flying guard for the youngling. Instantly, Roc snapped his wings open, unwilling to let the young wyvern see his moment of weakness. After a week, he’d obviously managed his first shift. Since Razzy had gone, Arnor had taken the youngling under his wing. Arnor’s massive wingspan and coloring he recognized, but the other… Shit, it was Haki. He plunged past two winged figures, belatedly realizing one was a lot smaller than normal. What would it feel like to crash into them… would it stop the ragged, aching hole where his heart had been? With abstract fascination, he watched the ground hurtle up toward him, the razor-sharp rocks below racing to meet him. Satisfied that the beacon was bright enough, he dropped backward off the high peak and plummeted through the air, wings folded tightly to his body. Since Razzy had left, no one was welcome… and he intended to keep it that way. It served as a beacon to warn all that they were about to enter wyvern territory, and they weren’t welcome. Opening his mouth, he spat a gout of flame and super-heated the pile of boulders until they glowed white-hot. He shook his head, shaking his tendrils as he focused on the rocks in front of him. How could the fates be so cruel as to give him his mate only to snatch her away again? Had she not known she was his mate… could it be possible that she was his mate but he wasn’t hers? She was his mate, and she’d left… how was that possible?Ī week later Roc still couldn’t wrap his head around the fact that Razzy had left.
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