B'len stood on the sandy beach of the southern continent, gazing out at the sea. The scenery was breath-taking, but B'len had no care for it. He had seen it, and many others on his previous visit, one that had been far more enjoyable than this. One that brought back painful memories of yet one more person he couldn't save.
The wind ruffled his dirty brown hair, and blew dust from his leather jacket. The Between would be cold as always, and this time it would take just a little longer to warm up as it was Spring on the Northern continent. In opposition the Southern Continent was not as hot as it had been before due to the approach of winter, though it was still quite warm. There were dark clouds on the horizen, and all in their small company could see there was a storm coming. Something the Miners were going to have to deal with more than once in the coming months.
The Lead miner, a hard woman, had ridden with B'len on the journey in. It had been a long flight, one B'len would have liked to skip, but he was the only one who knew the location of the Southern Coninent, and no one else could take the short cut of between until they saw it first hand. When the island had come in site B'le had pointed out the forests, and landmarks, water, and food to her, but had not indulged in undue talk. It wasn't his style or hers. They both had other things on their minds.
B'len turned back to the company of miners and riders on the beach. The entire family and their equipment had been unloaded from the dragons. Along with them was food they would need for the next week. Then a rider would be sent along with more, and return with an update and any requests from the miners. DarkSkies would not be able to explain the dissapearance of the riders were they to stay, so for now, they wouldn't.
R'dry, a green and a brown rider had come with B'len. R'dry, so he would know where the new weyr would be, and B'len would not have to leave the Northern Continent again (though B'len was not happy with the prospect. It was something that had been agreed on in the beginning stages of planning). The others had come to help share the task of ferrying what was needed to the continent to survive. They had been sworn to secrecy, and though they didn't know it yet, they would one day return here to live on the coninent.
B'len walked to Deana and spoke with her, showing her the cliff face and general area they had picked out for the weyr. Though she disagreed on a few things, in General she approved. After the last few things were taken care of, and the Miners had a feel for where they would be living, and had begun to find a place to stay and protection from the storm, B'len gathered the riders to leave. With a few parting, monosyllabic words from B'len and Deana, The Dragon riders lifted into the air.
The Southern sun glinted off the dragons scales as they flew high above and then blinked into between.
Mirror Mirror on the wall,
Flower petals forever fall,
Whispering voices in the night,
Walk away from this magical sight.
Flower petals forever fall,
Whispering voices in the night,
Walk away from this magical sight.
