portiapendragon

The ground shook.  Well, not exactly shook, more of a slight vibration.  It was enough for Kalia.  The dragons were humming.  From their weyrs, from the Barracks filled with Weyrlings, from the ledges scattered about the Bowl, from the lake, from the sky.  The dragons hummed. The Hatching began. A sense of urgency filled Kalia.  She’d worked through a few Hatchings in her three years at the Weyr, working as a Kitchen drudge.  It wasn’t a good life but it was better than her life before.  She’d worked through Hatchings before, but none made her blood boil, her breath bate, her vision spin.  She slid the rack of dough she carri