Weyrling Keaki and indigo-blue Gaceath share a comforting moment in the weyrling barracks.
There were times when Keaki was amazed at how intensely serious Gaceath could be. He would tackle problems head on, and fixate on them until they were solved. Just like her – she never left a problem alone if it could be solved.
But Keaki also knew that this kind of approach could easily backfire. So when she came across Gaceath sulking in the corner of the weyrling barracks, and a certain sea-green dragonet causing a ruckus with some other dragonets outside, she had a pretty good idea what had happened.
“You lost at one of Ishkinth’s staring contests again, didn’t you?”
Gaceath let out a huff and closed his eyes.
“It’s only a game, you know. It’s not really something to take seriously!”
But it still hurts to lose!
Keaki sighed and stroked Gaceath’s head. “I know it does. But that means you should choose what problems you want to solve with all your heart, and leave those that aren’t worthy of you. Or at least not take them seriously!”
Gaceath made an agreeable hum and snuggled against Keaki. Her heart swelled as she felt the bond of love between them.
Then she smirked. “And besides, think of what will happen if Ishkinth challenges another dragon who hates to lose? Say, a bronze?”
Just then, a high-pitched squeal rang out from outside the barracks. Keaki poked her head outside just in time to see Ishkinth galloping away from a large, golden bronze dragonet.