Reality

L’sky had always had trouble falling asleep in new places. When he’d come to the Weyr it had taken him a few days to get used to Cayde’s snoring. C’yde, L’sky reminded himself. While the snoring was still there, C’yde laying in the cot beside him, but there was so much other noise. The ruffle of wings, the scrape of claws on the stone couches, and Weyrling tossing and turning as they tried to get comfortable in their new beds. L’sky turned onto his side so that he was facing his dragon. Even in the dark his bright golden-bronze hide was easy to make out. It all still seemed impossible to L’sky that this wonderful bronze had chosen him. He’d thought himself setting his sights so high hoping for a bronze but Limeath had chosen him. It all still felt like some type of dream. L’sky reached out, his fingers gently touching his dragon’s wing. Just a way to silently reassure him that this was reality. The hide was warm under his touch and he could feel his dragon in his mind, assuring him that it was all real. He withdrew his hand and once more settled into his cot, letting his eyes slip closed. He needed to try to get some sleep. Tomorrow there was a lot of work to do and a lot he’d have to learn. He was going to need all the energy he could get.