Weyr Life Drabbles: Prompt word #17: "Brown"
The first hatchling was a bronze, a good sign.
Unaware of the spectator's sighs, the young boy watched breathlessly as the dragon broke free of his shell, glanced around, then stumbled forwards with a hungry cry.
Towards the boy, and his brother.
Stepping aside was easy- this was his brother's dragon, wasn't it?
He watched as Impression was made. Saw his father come bounding across the sands, lead his brother and his brother's dragon away.
Alone, he waited, until just one dragon remained. A brown, still searching... for him?
Oh, yes!
Wonderstruck, he met his dragon.
My name is Canth!
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