The Magician and the Seer

The Sun descends in crimson robes
Plunging into the Horizon
the carmine crack in the Sky
Where Earth meets Heaven

Timid at first
The silver stars appear
quiver and shimmering
In the desert heat
The planets in convoy attend
As the Moon dawns full
in the raven arms of the East

On the shifting Sands
Two figures seem to float
Deep in the coal black
velvet Night

Daughter of the Stars
She walks without treading the sand
Son of the Sun
He moves as one with the Wind

Gently
at first the merest whisper
She sings a tone poem
He answers
A deep and throaty hum
and the night moves . . .

Dragon Compass ~ Tales from Regwen

On a night much like this one
on the ascending road to Al’Vec
somewhere between the Pass of T’alsen
and the Crags of Zafete’
I chanced upon the roadside camp
of a wizard with no name

On a misty rainy night in Octovus
when my bone had frozen within my flesh
when the will-o-wisps of dead weariness
dance though the forests beside me
like phosphor faeries
I asked to share the warmth of the fire
of a wizard with no name

And when we had shared
a meal of hard-tac and green wine
he told me wondrous stories beyond number
told me tales that could not have been his alone
for no man, wizard or angel
could have endured such trails

But when at last he seemed quite sure
that the wine and the night had muddled my mind
then did he reach within a royal blue bag
covered with silver stars
then did he draw out a strange device
a thing deep in the myths of Regwen . . .

He held forth the Dragon Compass
and the light of the fire danced its designs

The Eye of Jeresic held the center together
And four major points did the device divine
Four minor points split the boundaries between
Iscic the Fire Beast twined about the up-vertical pang
Livthan the Earth Monster held the down vertical
Easlan the Water Weird undulated around the right pang
Shusha the Unseen Zephyr curled about the left

I had learned the Four as a child
but the other four had never been mentioned
Vorthu born of both Fire in Water
not unlike the light of the sun in the heart of a wave
Jayae the child of Water and Earth
who is the meander of the river cutting through the desert
Tugh-schee the blending of Earth in Air
the twisting Jinn that dances across the barren places
Mutarrah daughter of Air and Fire

Eight dragons in all
held in the Eye of Jeresic
and around the Eye a circle of bronze
incremented with tiny angels and demons
heroes and villains

A Dragon and a Fire Angel Turn up in a Bar ~ D’l Kyrug

The Silver dragon says
“And so fair fire-angel
what has happened to your wings?”

“They got stuck in the gates
whilst I was trying to escape the forbidden gardens of desire”

“Hon, that has got to hurt
Not unlike the time I got my tail caught
in the tilt-o-whirl of love”

Nodding agreement the fire angel remains silent
swimming deep currents of memory in her thoughts

The Silver Dragon stamps his foot
shouts, “The Service in this place leaves a lot to be desired
Can”t a dragon get a drink in this dump?”

The fire angel turns towards him, eyes lowered
and hands him a silver mug with potent red wine
He looks confused but takes the proffered cup with appropriate reverence
and mumbles something in dragon
“You are One So Rare
most hallowed and revered. . .
When did you start tending bar?”

But out loud he says
“Thank you m”Lady
and may the day of your healing be hastened”
then he breaths fire across the beverage
The vapors spill over
Cause a fog to rise around all the patrons of the place
Most don’t seem to care
and the rest are smart enough to know better

He drinks deep
as only dragons are prone drink

T’alcydon – Teacher of Metamorphs

T’alcydon is a very clever . . .
Well he’s a dragon at the moment
In this particular pocket ‘verse called Easalin
T’alcydon can be a very clever teacher
a very clever Rukesayer

Mentor/tormentor
of the young Metamorphs
the young Tyros
He has walked the Seven pathways
Has Spoken the one True Tongue
Has known the whip of Light
and the Ice of Darkness

T’alcydon knows
That not all actors are metamorphs
But all metamorphs are actors
Knows that the problem of the metamorph
Is that you never really know
your own True nature
Never really know
if you’re faking
He Knows
That young metamorphs
are the most dangerous

He knows this
And loves them . . .
every one

The Incident on Exu-Hector ~ Nuxy & Chyfrin

Molomites were bred for pain
by a warring faction of the NeoTarpels
Hideous swarms of ferocious bits of animate matter

None will admit to their creation
but bonded dragon/human teams were often retained
on the third world of the twin star, Exu-Hector
to remove outbreaks of the weapon

The cleansing fire of the dragon
the insidious wit of their bonded human
and the warrior reflexes of both
scoured the hills and glens eradicating the scourge

Nuxy and Chyfrin
uninjured but exhausted
had decided to convalescence on-world for a few days

On a summer’s night
on a world where the skies were seldom dark enough for stars
they walked by a river

Nuxy asked questions about human poetry
Chyfrin poured forth extemporaneous verse
attempting to appear far more gifted
than he truly was

A sudden whip-crack behind them
Chyfrin was rolling forward with a fledgling on his back
His shoulder leathers fending the claws
and the armor plate turning the crushing grip
In milliseconds he danced the fight dance
using a talon
instead of his more deadly weapons

The attack would have killed a human in an instant
but her partner was holding his own
Nuxy watched
fascinated by the way that humans
were so rigid in movement
and yet so flexible

Able to contain herself no longer
She flowed the way darkness comes when the light goes out
Over, under, around and on top of the fledgling
in a terrifying dance of titanium scale and muscle

Chyfrin restrained her in the kill moment
saving the young one’s life
In her rage
she nearly struck her partner

In the Chamber of Elders
Lyamiss, a Recon Class dragon was forced to admit
that he had spent a time filling the fledgling with distrust for Chyfrin
and all humans
That Lyamiss had sent the fledgling
to injure or kill the human

Nuxy climbed the Arch of Aheem and screeched
“Why?
Lyamiss, why have you disgraced yourself
and my family in this manner?”

Three time she admonished him
The Recon hissed and danced the shadow slide

Nuxi dropped to the floor in full attack posture
“Elders, I claim the right of dispensing this. . .”
“Nuxi
We of the Chamber conclude that the human must have a say
in these proceedings”

Lyamiss screeched
“Humans! Speaking in the Chamber. . .”
The Master of Arms restrained Lyamiss
in a most embarrassing fashion

“Chyfrin
It is understood that you showed restraint when attacked. . .
Is this fact?”

“Yes, High Ones”

“And why is this?”

“I would never kill
if hurting would suffice”

“You have shown a warrior’s heart and earned a right to speak
What say you, human?”

“Lyamiss. . .
Why did you send this young one?”

“She
Nuxy was to be my nest-mate
She was to be my sky and moon
She is all. . .
She. . .”

The Chamber was silent

It Was Enough ~ Nuxy & Chyfrin

On the Ninth-night
Nuxy and Chyfrin had held three Guardian Class dragons
and seven Gold Level Human wizards at bay in the arena

Chyfrin was pleased
Their status had advanced
And soon they would be given missions. . .

She curled around her Favorite oak
And watched the winter sun descend on crimson robes
He crunched across the snow to stand beside her
His spirit was restless
But he said nothing . . .
He turned to watch the sunset with her
and for the moment it was enough

A Moment’s Reflection ~ Nuxy & Chyfrin

She should be relaxed and quiet of soul

Their last mission had been fraught with nimble foe
and dangerous gambits. . . most satisfying
Many of her folk sang the song of Nuxy and her human

And yet . . . despite all their accomplishments
Here on the water world of ChenStrae
Under a sky the color of poetry
Looking across a Sea untroubled by Winds . . .
Chyfrin was of an unquiet spirit
And she often felt it. . .
In his movements and manners
So abrupt. . .

And she felt a strange . . . how to say?
There was something that gnawed her bones
In the dark of night
Gnawed her bones . . .
and defied her attempts to quiet it

And it grew worse whenever she saw him in the mornings
Whenever his eyes caught the light
Whenever his rich scent filled her mind . . .
There was . . . a craving?
There was a something . . .
And she didn’t like it

She didn’t like the way she wanted his verses
The way she looked forward to his return
whenever he was absent
The way his hand felt behind her ear . . .
She especially did not like that

And he was acting . . . strange
His eyes often watched her
even when she was invisible
His heartbeat would spike when first he saw her
His parna would fluctuate with no apparent cause . . .
And he was . . .
Well he was often cranky . . .
And the way he was starting to smell . . . delicious
She did not like that

And she would often lose her train of thought
Living in a nonlinear fashion
Recounting their exploits in the past
And her outrageous speculations of their future
She especially did not like that