You hear strange voices emanate from everywhere, but nowhere as your conciousness returns. A soothing feeling of comfort tickles your blood, the glow-lit air having the soft, smooth aroma. Wow, so...peaceful, you banter.
"Who is he...this rider? He has...wings!!" yells a strange voice. Holy mother, where am I? When am I? What realm am I in? you think to yourself.
"Urrgghh" you utter. "Oh!! He awakens!!" yells the voice again. Wearily, you open your eyes upon a gruff looking man. You can tell he is a rider, for he wears a thick, wher-hide tunic, and has that strange aura that automatically identifies him as a dragonman.
"When am I? Oh god the Mylandians are coming!!" you utter without thinking. He looks surprised, but then shakes to his senses.
"Wait? You must hail from sometime in the far future" the man says with a voice shockingly deprived of surprise. Dang, this man's sharp
"Ye--aahh" you mutter wearily. You remember how the Pernese riders don't have wings like your contemporaries do from Draconia. "I'm G'jar ya know, from three--million turns forward in fact" you blurt, sitting up. The dragonman blinks, his mouth dropping.
"Three million turns!! How did you survive such a journey!!" the man gasped, this time with surprise. The Pernese knew about jumping "in between" times, but not three million turns, and certainly not between worlds.
"I dunno how I lived, but I guess I did" you reply, shrugging your green wings. The dragonman lets out a strange snort, staring intently at your wings.
"So I am assuming the dragon riders have evolved during these three million turns right?" the man wonders. As if seeing them for the first time, you flap them once. "That's right weyrleader F'lar" you reply, recognizing from your studies.
He smiles, "ah, I see your kind has not forgotten about us even after three million turns" F'lar smiles.
"Of course, how could my kind ever forget a dragonman who told off a bunch of reactionaries?" you chuckle back. Weyrleader F'lar snickers back briskly.
Yup, my kind, the ones I left behind, you remember with homesickness. "Wait!! What about Drak!!" you utter, suddenly alert.
"Oh your green dragon right, it's surprising, he doesn't need firestone to breathe fire. Really impresses our queens we have around here. Mnementh better watch out." he chuckles.
"What a surprise, I thought Drak would have controlled himself just for a little while, I mean he has a girlfriend" you snort. F'lar gives you a stern look. Must be fearing retribution from his wife
"So, what brings you to this time young G'jar?" F'lar wonders with an inquisitive tone. You let out a strange gurgle, unsure what to tell him. Geez, you're gonna have to talk politics with this man now. And I thought flying 'in between' was hard enough, you think.
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