A Father's Gift

Writers: Stasha
Date Posted: 4th January 2008

Characters: M'delon
Description: M'lor catches his son after he Impresses to give him an Impression
Location: Dragonsfall Weyr
Date: month 7, day 11 of Turn 4

Valinth had ate fiercely, devouring the food that M'delon handed him.
Slowly with each bite though, the craving of hunger slowly subsided.

"Madelon?" a familiar voice called out to him.

M'delon looked up to happily see his father, M'lor, coming in to congratulate him.

"Oh," he was surprised. "Hey."

"I'll be quick, because I know what it's like to Impress," he replied as he took a box out and gave it to M'delon. He glanced over at Valinth with a tender look on his face as he recalled his own Impression to Abath. But that was besides the point. "Your mother and I wanted to give you this,"
M'lor removed a long box from his jacket, a box that was almost as long as M'delon's forearm, and gave it to his son. "We were going to give it to you for your birth day, but we realized it would be best o follow tradition."

M'delon tooked at the box, inspecting it for a moment, and turned his eyes back to his father. "What is it?"

"Open it," he motioned eager to see what his son thought.

M'delon complied removing the lid and nearly choked when he saw the dagger that rested inside of it. "This is for me?"

M'lor nodded his head. "My father gave that to me, when I Impressed Abath, and his father gave it to him when he Impressed Slueth, and his father before him, and his father before him, and his father before him. This dagger," he pointed at the elegant blade "Has been in our family for generations, and now it's yours."

"Thank you," he replied graciously to his father. His eyes followed the groves of the blade, and the craftsman ship of the hilt. There with detailed carvings of a wing of flying dragons on the light shining blade. At the hilt was blue black dyed wher hide that wrapped around the grip, but what caught his eye the most were the gems that were embedded at the end of the hilt. One red gem glistened, with six polished black diamonds that surrounded it accenting the red gems hue. There was some wear of age on the dagger, but it was remarkably well preserved.

}:It looks beautiful:{ Valinth commented with awe, but his food distracted him as he took another bite, chewing at the bits of meat.

"Valinth loves it," M'delon laughed "And I do too." He looked up at his father with a smile and a tear.

"You're going to make a great dragonrider," M'lor replied as he patted his son his shoulder.

M'delon yawned in response.

"Well, that's my que." M'lor stood to his feet. "You get your rest my boy. You're going to need it."

As M'lor made his way back to the exit, he looked over his shoulder one last time to his son. His son, who had just Impressed a brown. He could feeling nothing but pride that his son had survived through this moment, adding to a line of dragonriders.

}:He will do well:{ Abath whispered his own proud note to his rider.

"Yes he will," M'lor agreed as he watched M'delon drift off to sleep with Valinth, and the box with the dagger cradled in his arm.

Last updated on the January 4th 2008

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