Scene: Outside Master Kershod's home
 
        Wynn stared silently at his arm, the sharp pain of the wound 
dulled now to a barely noticeable twinge.  The ripped flesh, torn 
veins, healed as if the injury were months old, as opposed to the 
minutes it had been.  Master Kershod was equally speechless, staring 
down at the slightly tender pink scar.
 
        Wynn looked up to Almiron, the slightly younger man leaning 
gently on Wynn's shoulder, weary from more than the recent sparring.  
"Almiron, what ...?"  Wynn began, and then everything fell into place.  
The miracalous healing of M'tan's wounds, and those of his dragon, who 
even Aleta had been sure would never fly again.  The young girl Benna 
from Rivenor, whom Wynn had heard was greatly injured there, and yet the 
girl was as happy and active as any at the Warren.  The recent news that 
Michel had indeed not lost his eye from the attack by Malk Bromitz.  It 
had all been due to Almiron.
 
        "I ... I am sorry."  Almiron said apologetically, turning his 
gaze back to the sparring area.  "I had stepped wrong ..."
 
        Wynn smiled reassuringly.  "Almiron, it was an accident, pure 
and simple.  I know that.  I hadn't expected the swing, so I was just as 
wrong as you.  But ..."  Wynn paused, glancing back down at his arm.  
"Now I at least know why everyone has been healing so quickly.  All 
because of you."
 
        Almiron shook his head humbly.  "No, I am but a vessel.  Hehran 
work her healing through me."
 
        "But it has some affect on you, lad."  Kershod spoke.
 
        Almiron nodded.  "To heal wound, I absorb wound into myself, 
then I heal."
 
        Wynn stood up, not feeling woozy at all.  In fact, he felt quite 
energetic, as if he had awoken just now from a perfect sleep.  "Thank 
you, Almiron, even if you are just a vessel.  But I want you to be 
careful at the same time, now I understand why you were in a coma after 
Rivenor.  I don't want you extending yourself too far again.  We need 
every dragonrider we have, including you."
 
        Almiron blushed slightly.  "I ... Hehran choose how to heal.  I 
do not have any control."
 
        Wynn sighed.  For one who had aparently suffered so much, and 
had been alone for so long, his caring was perhaps the most of anyone at 
Keldarra.  "Well, let's get some food into you, at least."  He turned to 
the elder weaponmaster.  "Thank you, Master Kershod."
 
        "'Tis good to see you all right, lad.  That is what matters.  I 
will see you both again soon enough."  Kershod smiled, and watched as 
the two young men made there way back to the Warren proper.
 
Scene: Later that day
 
        Briana explained what had happened during her altercation with 
V'rdeen, and some surprising details came up.
 
        "So, Starleana flew  underneath you?"  Wynn asked, hoping to 
clarify in his own mind what had happened.
 
        "No, Wynn, it was more than that."  Briana said, trying to put 
her thoughts in order.  "She said she 'pictured herself underneath me', 
suddenly she was there.  That sounds like teleporting to me.  So as well 
as the flying, Star seems to be teleporting already also."
 
        It did indeed sound like a teleport, and this was the earliest 
he had ever heard of a dragon flying.  "Isn't it highly unlikely for a 
dragon to be doing these things this early, and also from what I 
understand about teleporting don't most dragons have to have a very 
clear picture from their rider as to where they are teleporting to or 
from another dragon?  I am confused." 
 
        Wynn knelt down.  "May I?"  He looked up to Briana, who asked 
her young dragon silently, and received an affirmative nod.  Wynn gently 
reached out and looked at the wings of the small white dragon.  "A 
teleport isn't too hard to explain.  All dragon's know instinctively 
what they can do, most likely from contact with the mother while still 
in the egg.  What we will be training for is not to teach the dragon how 
to use it's abilities.  We'll be teaching you how to use them."  He 
noticed the dragon wince as he flexed the wings slightly, and he began 
to gently massage the muscles of the wings.
 
        "Oh, she likes that."  Briana smiled.  He could certainly see 
why S'brogh was attracted to the young woman.
 
        "A little amibitious for the both of you.  Star can fly on her 
own, if she feels like it, but she shouldn't have a rider for another 
day or so at least.  It's just too much weight for her right now."
 
        Briana knelt down and hugged her dragon.  "Oh Star, I'm sorry.  
I had told you I would be too much for you."
 
        The girl's face was buried in her dragon's scales, and missed 
his smile.  He straightened his face.  "Well, even if your dragon did 
charm you into it, you should have been firm.  I think an extra oil 
rubbing the next five days should help sooth Star's muscles."
 
        Briana looked back at the Wingleader and nodded emphatically.
 
        "As to the teleport, yes, a dragon needs to be provided a 
picture of where they are to go.  But Star could see where she was 
going, and didn't need you to help her there.  It could be that she has 
much better concentration than most dragons, only time can tell."  Wynn 
stood up, letting Briana take over to massage the strained muscles.
 
        "Here, why don't we walk back.  I'm sure both you and Star are 
quite hungry after all of today's excitement."  Wynn offerred a hand and 
helped the girl up to her feet.
 
        "Okay."  She said happily.  The four of them fell in step beside 
each other, from the large bulk of Malekith, down to the small size of 
the still growing Star.
 
Scene: A week later, as Marrid fends off the Wraiths
 
        Malekith flew straight as an arrow, his blue flame 
disintegrating any part of a Wraith before them.  Behind, Kirimith blew 
her hot flame, turning to ash whatever was left.  The two dragons pulled 
up high, and their riders surveyed the battle.
 
        <Malekith.  Have Hedda's Flight move to cover the far end of the 
Warren.  The group there is weakening.>  Wynn sent to his dragon.
 
        <Sent.>  The black dragon replied effeciently.
 
        Wynn had seen the black dragon leading the battle, the insane 
Malk aboard him.  What was his plan this time?  Could he truly want to 
destroy a Warren?
 
        <A Queen!>  Malekith shouted.
 
        "What?"  Wynn said aloud.  He had heard that the Queen here had 
been killed as she napped, her dragon teleporting to nowhere.  And 
Warrenlady Waylene was at Keldarra.  <Who is here, Malekith?>
 
        <Fiera.>  Malekith replied, turning a slow turn over the 
battlefield, directing his rider's gaze to the metallic blue dragon 
gleaming over the Warren.
 
        "What is she thinking?"  He gained Minty's attention, and the 
blue dragon flew up alongside the black.  "Get David and two others, and 
get to Carie and Fiera.  Damn, what is she thinking.  One Queen has 
already died today, how can she even think to risk another.  Go!"
 
        Minty nodded quickly, and veered off, Kirimith sending her 
rider's instructions.  What could Carie have been thinking?  Impetuous 
as Darlea, it seemed.  She hadn't the training to handle something as 
this.  Most of the newly joined riders had hardly the training for this 
size a battle.  <Send to Fiera.  Tell her to remain high, and then to 
remain with the dragons that fly to her.  She is to teleport back to 
Keldarra immediately.>
 
NRPG:  *phew* Trying to keep up has kept me busy :)  But it's been fun!
 
Chris C: Well, Carie's got spunk, anyway, but Wynn is not pleased, and 
I'm sure the other Queenriders are going to have some words.  Will she 
follow orders?  Or do things her way? :)
 
Kat:  Anything else you want to ask your Wingleader?  Hope I played 
Briana and Star all right.
 
Lyn: Hope that interaction went all right ... I'm still not too used to 
Almiron yet.  But now Wynn knows about that healing stuff :)

              />   Malekith and his boy Wynn 
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              \>   aka Christopher Ackney,
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