Kaneya made a couple of notations on the hide on her lap, then played a quick flourish on her pipes. A lovely draconic hum accompanied the notes. Dayiath sat nearby, enjoying the sun as it glinted off of his newly-oiled hide.
Kaneya smiled. They had both been reprimanded the other day for keeping half the weyrling barracks awake with her pipe-playing and his bugling along, so today they were taking it easy.
She looked down at her hide and sighed at the song she was still working on. The melody was finished long ago, but the verses still needed work. A deep blue dragon flying through the deep blue sky at midnight and navigating through high winds.
She had heard a ballad long ago about an old woman who could read the wind and tell when a storm was coming, but then she died and her skill was lost to time. Kaneya wouldn’t mind having a skill like that – she and Dayiath could ride the wind together and predict the rain and snow, or even tell when Thread was coming…
Kaneya laughed to herself and shelved that thought. Thread would never come in either of their lifetimes.
It wouldn’t hurt to learn, Dayiath replied lazily, We could discover something useful and pass it on, so it wouldn’t be lost! We have already lost between.
That gave her an idea. She scribbled another verse, determined not to let this song be lost to time or space.