Scene: Keldarra Warren
 
        Wynn slid off the back of Malekith's shoulders.  He patted the 
black upon the neck, stepping forward to talk briefly with Aleta and 
M'tan.  Malekith nuzzled Wynn gently.  <Will you have need of me?>  The 
dragon asked.
 
        Wynn stroked his dragon's snout, feeling the sorrow coming from 
him.  "No, brave one, we are done for today."
 
        <I ... need time to myself.>
 
        Wynn nodded.  "I understand.  Do you want me to unstrap the 
saddle?"
 
        Malekith closed his pale blue eyes briefly, nuzzling against his 
rider in comfort.  <I will be fine.>  And with the the sleek black 
lifted off into the air.
 
        <Take care.  Call me if you need anything.>
 
        Malekith did not answer, instead flying high and fast into the 
peaks of Keldarra.  Wynn heard his name called, and turned to speak with 
Aleta.
 
Scene:  A couple of hours after the battle.
 
        Beta Wing began to return.  After scouting the area around 
Marrid, they found that the remaining Wraiths had long since dispersed 
and fled.  After some discussion, M'ressan worked out with the healers 
at Marrid to bring back Keldarra's own wounded, as well as agreeing to 
take a couple of less critically wounded Marrid riders as well.  
Considering the large number of wounded, any help was greatly appreciated.
 
        Wynn was there to help organize the Wing's return.  Miraculously, 
there were no serious injuries amongst his own Wing, though the minor 
cuts and burns were many.  David was perhaps the most serious, but he 
had appeared back earlier with Minty.  A few riderless dragons settled 
down near the Medical center, a low keening still coming from a few of 
them.  Wynn glanced, and a red caught his eye.  Iganeth.
 
        Wynn rushed over to M'ressan, who had been directing the wounded 
from dragon carriers to the waiting healers.  "M'ressan, what happened 
to S'brogh?"
 
        M'ressan turned to the young Wingleader, his eyes holding no 
spark.  "He fell from his saddle, Wynn."  The Beta Wingleader said after 
a moment.
 
        Wynn had heard that a number of saddles had been eaten through 
by the Wraiths, but hadn't heard who yet.  "Oh Gods.  How is he?"  Wynn 
asked, almost frantically, barely maintaining his cool.
 
        "Iganeth tried to catch him, but only managed to slow his fall.  
It appears both legs are broken.  He'll be grounded for a while so that 
he can heal, but other than that, he's fine."  M'ressan said.  He could 
well understand the young man's worry, and was glad he didn't have to 
report more dire injuries, or worse.
 
        "I have to see him."  Wynn turned to go to the Medical center, 
but felt a firm hand fall upon his shoulder.
 
        "Wynn."  M'ressan said.  "He ... he doesn't want to see anyone 
right now."
 
        "He'll see me."  Wynn said, shaking M'ressan's hold.  With a 
determined stride, he heading for the opening to the Medical center.
 
        Wynn first came across Kyven, who was busy organizing the space 
for all the wounded riders.  "Kyven, can you tell me where S'brogh is?"
 
        The Healer turned to Wynn.  "He's fine, Wynn, he just needs rest."
 
        "I know.  Just where is he, I need to see him."  Wynn said 
anxiously.
 
        "He's in the back, but ... but he doesn't want to see anyone 
right now."  Kyven said, standing between Wynn and the way to the read 
of the center.
 
        "I'm not just anyone, Kyven."  Wynn said, pushing past the healer.
 
        "Wynn!"  Kyven called, chasing after him.  He caught the 
Wingleader just before an inner flap to an adjacent room.  "Wynn, I have 
to respect his wishes."
 
        Wynn ignored the healer's words.  "S'brogh!  S'brogh, it's me, 
Wynn!"
 
        "Go away, Wynn."  S'brogh replied moodily from behind the white 
curtain.
 
        "But ... S'brogh."
 
        "I don't want to see you or anyone."  Kyven's firm hands lay on 
Wynn's arms, and pulled him away.  For a brief moment, Wynn resisted, 
and then allowed himself to be taken to the entrance.
 
        "He's just upset, Wynn.  He'll be fine in a couple of days."  
Kyven said, to Wynn's mute nod.  In a daze, Wynn wondered outside, 
slightly jostled as another wounded rider was helped inside.
 
        S'brogh had rejected him.  Turned him away in perhaps the time 
of his greatest need.  The shock of it dulled the pain Wynn felt.  Is 
this how they felt, when he turned his back on Evelle and her family.  
Five years they had been one large happy family, and then Wynn couldn't 
take it.  He left them, not wanting them to be burdened anymore with 
him.  Not wanting to bring his own depression down upon the family that 
had taken him in.  It was his own problem to solve.  Perhaps that was 
what S'brogh needed to do now, and yet, somehow, he didn't feel right 
about this.  This didn't seem like S'brogh at all.  Evelle had to know.  
Taking a deep breath, he made his way to Christalla's office.
 
[Insert part of Kristin's post - The Queens meet]
 
Scene: A lonely peak, later that day.
 
        Wynn shivered slightly.  The peak he was climbing reached quite 
high, but thankfully he was still below the snowline.  His search ended, 
spotting his quarry lying on a patch of green grass.  Thunder rumbled 
gently to his ears, and he could see stormclouds moving slowly towards 
the Warren.
 
        <Why did you come?>  Malekith asked quietly, not lifting his 
head to see his rider.
 
        "I came for you, my dragon."  Wynn said, coming to a stop beside 
the black.  "I know you wanted to be alone, but I don't think you should 
be.  I share your pain."
 
        Malekith lifted his head, pale blue eyes turning to his rider.  
<I know you do, my rider.>
 
        Wynn sat down next to Malekith, resting up against the well 
muscled flank of his dragon.  Both sat silently, watching as the first 
rains began to wet the ground around them, and then themselves.  <You 
should go back inside.>  Malekith sent.
 
        "No, I want to be with you, little one."
 
        <What of Evelle ...> The dragon tried.
 
        "She understands, Malekith."  Wynn lay his head against 
Malekith, sharing the dragon's sorrow and his own.  A wing nestled 
around him, keeping most of the rain from landing on him.  Together, 
they watched the rains come.
 
NRPG: I've never really had Malekith grieve over the loss of dragon's 
before, so here is my foray into that.  I will be gone this weekend, so 
feel free to use Wynn if you need to, otherwise he'll be doing his 
normal chores about the Warren.  And no, he won't get a cold from 
sitting out in the rain :)

               />   Malekith and his boy Wynn 
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               \>   aka Christopher Ackney,
                        yu121874@yorku.ca