Weyrling Kaneya and midnight-blue Dayiath spend a sleepless night in the weyrling barracks.
Kaneya couldn’t sleep.
In the silence of the weyrling barracks, the soft breathing of the other girls and the deeper snores of the slumbering dragonets were amplified fourfold in her ears. She couldn’t hear herself think.
That’s what happens when you drink three cups of klah before bedtime.
Kaneya’s eyes darted toward the sleek, midnight-blue dragonet curled next to her on his couch. His jeweled eyes glistened in the darkness.
It wasn’t three cups of klah, Dayiath, she retorted, it was two, and I had a song I wanted to finish.
Dayiath let out a soft huff. But you only wrote a few words!
Kaneya sighed, then jumped in surprise at a loud, bleating snore. She glanced up and shot a glare in that direction. She couldn’t wait until they all graduated and got weyrs of their own. Then, maybe she could sleep-
It must feel exhilarating!
Kaneya looked back at Dayiath. What?
To fly. To feel the wind flowing against your wings. The sun warming your back. The clouds giving you a cool bath! Dayiath’s eyes twinkled. That’s what you’re struggling to describe. The feeling of flying in the sky.
Kaneya stared at Dayiath in surprise. You’re awfully poetic, for a dragon.
Dayiath blinked. All I did was feel your dreams.
Kaneya’s eyes fluttered closed. Do dragons dream? she asked drowsily, the noises finally lulling her to sleep. She waited for his answer, but sleep finally overtook her before she could hear it.