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I don't know exactly what I wanted to do but I really like the result 😁. For my part, it will be useful for my profile photos on all my networks 😂😅

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some people refer to Virg’s shoulder-mounted LED torch as the ‘disco cannon’ and I just

#always reblogggggg <333

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A first line that just popped into my head a while ago. You know I like to write weird things on occasion so here it is. You can let me know what you think. Its another one where I am not really sure which brother it is. Whump but not really angst? Maybe. Who knows!!??

The ending has given me grief but it's there now and is a good as my mushy brain can get it.

Physics

The explosion, he mused, probably shouldn’t have come as such a surprise.

It was always going to happen, a matter of when not if. They had hoped to have more time but it would appear that was not to be.

Still, it would have been nice to have enough time to get clear. Nice to have had a sporting chance to not be caught like this. He thought some words would have made Grandma cuff his ears.

It was a pretty impressive explosion, not that he could see it, but he could feel it. It definitely had some force behind it. Again not a surprise given the components that had made the evacuation from the accident so urgent.

His brothers were clear. He knew that much, they'd been in front of him.

Safe.

That was good. Knowing they were safe helped.

Although, that meant they were currently all yelling in his ear; but then again he was pretty sure he was yelling too, so that could be forgiven. Not that he could really be sure of anything he was hearing, what with the roaring explosion and all. He wished it would all shut up so he could think, but actually his body seemed to be reacting all on its own as instincts and the very annoying laws of physics took over. His mind was just along for the ride.

He tightened his grip on the precious bundle, curling instinctively about the child shielding her with his body as the heat at his back burned hotter despite his uniform. He felt his feet lifting off the ground as the full force of the shock wave hit.

Great.

Not his preferred way to fly and the landing was going to be...suboptimal... now there was a word would get him mocked by the brotherhood; a thought that made him grin. Clearly he had time in his hands. Keep it together, Tracy the voice in his head chided him. He was not going to admit who that sounded like.

Think.

Newton's first law was really not his favourite in situations such as this. There was no way to prevent what was going to happen next though. Every part of his body was screaming at him as the force ripped through the space where, mere milieconds before he had been running. It was intent on tossing him high and far. It was almost, he thought, as if he was a third party observer, watching it all occur.

If, he supposed, it was a special effect for a movie it would look AMAZING! But then again he thought, if he were a stunt man in a movie he'd have rehearsed this and there would be a lovely soft landing waiting for him. Maybe even a pretty makeup girl to pat his sweaty brow between takes. He could totally be a stunt man. He had enough real life experience.

Had it only been seconds since the shouted warning?

Time was, in this instant, definitely relative.

Now there was a conversation for the next campfire on the beach. Physics always led to passionate discussion. They all had their expertise and opinions on this phenomenon. More than enough experiences of this... clarity. Far more than anyone should, they really should consider their life choices. They could all be stuntman.

The weight of the child shifted and he tightened his grip. Nah, their life choices were just fine thank you very much. Every life saved, any life saved... for mom... and now for dad too.

Maybe it was true what they said about the moments before you died. Maybe he'd get to watch his life back in glorious technicolour. He wasn't sure how he felt about that. Too short a reel, thank you very much. Not today. Not if he could help it. He been in worse situations. Objectively that was a lie but like Kirk he didn't believe in no win scenarios. Now there was the next movie night choice.

But he needed to focus. His breath was screaming in his lungs. Gravity was going to do its thing.

He thought of mom, begged her to protect the little one he held and without thought curled tighter, twisting in such a way he knew, hoped- prayed would absorb the impact; cushioning her with his body. She needed to survive. After that... well. . He was a big boy and he'd made his life choices after all.

The edges of his vision were beginning to white out, this was going to hurt but his brothers would get to him, they always did.

The heat intensified, the sound became uhearably loud. The moment was over. Time to pay the piper or, maybe physics. Ha! He liked that.

And just like that time restarted and the ground leapt up to meet him.

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As solid and lasting as certain laws of physics appeared they were not as lasting or solid as certain laws of the Tracys. One of the most important being that any brother in a hospital bed would not wake alone.

That law held true.

Surrounded by brothers, he blinked back into consciousness. Reassured of the little girl's survival he drifted on a cloud of the good drugs.

It was a testimony to another Tracy law, that brothers in pain meds were often loopy, that meant no one batted an eye when he announced loudly that he wanted them all to become stunt men.

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#i'm choosing to read Gordon #and have enjoyed said read immensely <33

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idk if anyone wants this but here is the thunderbirds as ttpd tracks:

scott tracy - florida!!!

"well, me and my ghosts, we had a hell of a time! yes, i'm haunted but i'm feeling just fine"

virgil tracy - the albatross

"so i crossed my thoughtless heart spread my wings like a parachute i'm the albatross i swept in at the rescue"

john tracy - i hate it here

"i hate it here so i will go to lunar valleys in my mind // when they found a better planet only the gentle survived"

gordon tracy - so high school

"i feel like laughin' in the middle of practice do that impression you did of your dad again i'm hearing voices like a madman"

alan tracy - i can do it with a broken heart

"cause I'm a real tough kid i can handle my shit - they said, "babe, you gotta fake it 'til you make it" and i did"

+ extra ---

penny - but daddy i love him

"dutiful daughter, all my plans were laid tendrils tucked into a woven braid growin' up precocious sometimes means not growin' up at all"

#in the wider context of the songs this sure is making my brain scream

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Reblogging because I was reminded of John making his point

#brb giggling <333

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None of the boys can resist the soft play…

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Daily Dose of Thunderbirds

Eh, I missed a day, but provided writing instead :D

Today we have Alan and Kayo as requested by @kayokyrano2004

Nutty

(considering a late lunch)

I don’t own these images. They belong to the creators and license holders of Thunderbirds Are Go. I’m just sharing the joy.  

#:D

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technically..... is Jeff Tracy a gen z??

#huh #fair play #jeff and me now share a birth year bc i say so #let the man have memorised hundreds of pokemon just bc

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People on Facebook were sharing this everywhere with the Hazbin Hotel characters, I took it upon myself to make it Thunderbirds themed (i tried my best to associate everyone sorry if some feel off)

#i'm cackling

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Some of my OLD Thunderbirds fan art 🙈 The first three are from 8 years ago… @idontknowreallywhy wanted me to share them with the rest of the Thunderbirds Are Go fans 🙃 They’re a LITTLE embarrassing and the photo quality is AWFUL… but oh well.

I was a traditional artist back then ☺️💕

The last picture of Kayo is my most recent piece, so you can compare 🌷

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Welcome to the ThunderPride Event! With June fast approaching, we’re happy to return this year to celebrate Pride and queerness in all its forms for the Thunderbirds fandom! We have a couple of new mods to welcome on board too - @knyee and @astranite!

Whether you enjoy Brains and Brawn, think the Hood should have just admitted his crush on Jeff already, or want to celebrate a particular character headcanon - this is the time and the place to do it! You know… aside from the rest of the year 😄

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This year, we'll be introducing some new activities including more ways to share headcanons, even more prompts, and a gift exchange!

The full Calendar will be unveiled on the 1st of May, along with sign up info for the gift exchange!

Although if you have some headcanons you know you want to explore, no need to wait 👀💕 And if you're keen to stretch those creative muscles and explore a new headcanon, you can find a fun generator here (updated with even more characters and identities!)

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We hope you get on board - we’re looking forward to parading (heh) your creations and celebrating Pride together!

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There’s been a lot of wonderful people helping out behind the scenes on this and we couldn’t be more grateful to them for all their support! Thank you, thank you, thank you! A big shout out to @quasar-concept in particular for creating the template for all the banners and event images!

With love and pride,

Your Tumblr mods - @tracybirds, @mrmustachious, @squiddokiddo, @avengedbiologist, @quasar-concept, @knyee, @astranite

#:) #six weeks to go!

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Cethair (Bit 4)

Óen | Cethair - Bit 1 | Bit 2 | Bit 3 | Bit 4

Glossary (contains backstory spoilers)

Here is the next bit. Meet Cethair :D

Thank you to all your amazing support with this. I've received such amazing feedback, you are all gorgeous and ever so supportive.

I hope you enjoy it.

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There was a myth, told by the fire of those who bonded with a dragon with their dying breath. Fallen on the battlefield or cursed with sickness, their breath was taken by a wyrm who saw into their heart and judged them worthy.

The dragon would give life, heal wounds and sickness, and the cherished loved one would be saved.

But there would be something different. At first small things, a change in food preferences, or the odd request, before a personality change would take them away from their family, their community, and eventually they would disappear, never to return.

Some said the dragons took the souls of the dying. Some said they turned into dragons themselves. Others that there was a price for life that had to be paid, that those who were saved were not really saved at all, but enslaved to their saviour.

Some spoke of horrors that should never be spoken.

What was known was that dragons were a great people with knowledge and capabilities beyond that of man. While man partnered and loved them as family, there was always that awareness that dragons were more than they seemed and that there were questions they did not answer.

So rumours continued to speak and some feared the dragons and the myths became lore.

For those from across the Great Western Sea, the place Virgil knew as his childhood home, dragons were everything. Beloved Thunderbirds protecting and honouring their tribe in a harsh world.

But the myths persisted and while he had grown up with the beautiful creatures and loved Dá as much as his brothers, the question was always there. Something to be aware of…

And now to fear.

The ocean was a dark abyss that roared as it pounded onto the finely pebbled shore. Behind him Cóic let off another bellow into that darkness.

It was answered, not by sound, but a golden glow.

Far out beyond the breakers, the ocean lit up with a slowly expanding golden light, strengthening to shine through the waves themselves, lighting up their greens and gold-plating white foam.

Gordon would love this.

The thought came unbidden and brought tears to Virgil’s eyes, blurring it all.

A hand on his arm urged him forward. “Virgil, all will be well.” John’s voice was melodious as always and as he turned to look at him, his red hair was blonded by the light.

Virgil swallowed and took a step into the water.

Golden foam writhed about his leather boots.

Cóic let off another roar, this time joined by both Dá and Óen.

Virgil drew in a wet breath and straightened his shoulders. John had not let go of his arm. On his other side, his big brother reached out and touched his elbow, holding gently, and together they walked into the glowing surf just as a golden dragon lifted its head far above the waves.

And warbled at them.

It was a sea serpent, rumoured to live at the greatest depths, to roam the ocean, wise, yet mercurial, quick to temper and a scourge of the fisherman as they foiled nets and stole catches.

Again, Gordon would have loved to see this.

Virgil’s sight blurred again and he looked down at his little brother, still struggling for breath in his arms.

Scott and John nudged him forward and the freezing surf crashed over his thighs.

The serpent towered over them, red eyes glistening as it peered down. Its snout was slender, but as its mouth opened, dagger-like teeth protruded from its jaws. Its glowing scales flickered gold with hints of greens and blues, ever so smooth over its long snake-like back and belly. A frill of fin structures encircled its neck and shoulders, tapering to a single line down its spine. Two great webbed claws stepped out over the waves.

And one reached out, palm up, to Virgil.

Cóic and Dá crooned at him from the beach.

“Virgil, give Gordon to Cethair.”

Virgil looked at his brother. Lit up by the golden dragon, John appeared ethereal, a soft reassuring smile on his face, Cóic’s silver-white scale at his temple shining in the light.

“He will be safe.”

Scott’s hand tightened on his arm.

And something nudged at Virgil’s hair.

Dá bellowed as Virgil looked back to find the golden dragon’s snout at eye level, every glowing scale vibrating with energy, red eyes flashing.

Cethair warbled again and touched its nose to Gordon’s wrapped shoulder.

“Let him go, Virgil.”

Golden light surrounded him, Cethair’s warm breath washing away the cold air.

Trembling, Virgil lifted up his little brother, his bright, sunshine, ever smiling little brother, now broken and dying in his arms, and offered him to the sea dragon.

That claw wrapped around Gordon, encompassing him in light until he almost disappeared, as the dragon reared up and took him away.

Virgil reached out as Cethair drew Gordon in close, holding his little brother a moment and nuzzling him with its snout.

Another warble and the sea serpent turned in the water, creating a wash that swept over the three brothers, and disappeared into the depths taking its golden light with it.

There was a pain-filled sound to Virgil’s left, but he couldn’t respond, caught in a gasp of his own, his legs dropping from under him as if they wished the cold sea could take him as well.

It was John who dragged him and Scott from the water, all of them shivering and soaked to the bone. Virgil found himself bundled up with both Scott and John in a flurry of white feathers as Cóic curled around them.

It was only then, as the world slowed and gave him a moment, that he could give in and breakdown in grief.

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TBC

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Because reblogs don't show in the tags, I'm making a separate post too

TB2 Hoodie is finally done!! 💚💚💚

Previous tbirds hoodies I've made:

TB2 for @drileyf

TB4 for myself :D

#<333 amazing

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Thunderfam opinion

It has been suggested that the rockets are secondary to the eyebrows.

Thoughts?

Nutty

(🤣)

#*giggling*

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Cethair (Bit 3)

Óen | Cethair - Bit 1 | Bit 2 | Bit 3

Glossary (contains backstory spoilers)

This is going ever so slowly, but here, have some more.

I hope you enjoy it.

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Virgil’s heart was weeping.

With both grief and terror.

The night air was bone cold and sucked the heat from his body through the many layers he had piled on, but fortunately the wind had died down leaving the darkness calm.

Dá’s massive wing strokes were reassuring in their steady strength as she supported her glide towards the beaches.

On their left, Scott was silent and almost invisible in the dark. Óen’s flight was ever silent, the lack of moon leaving the frail starlight inadequate to outline the night fury.

His brother shouldn’t be here. He should be in bed. But Virgil didn’t bother to waste his breath because he knew that Scott had to be there.

They all had to be there, for good or ill.

This was why John on Cóic, equally silent on his right, held young Alan, dressed in warm flight leathers far too big for him. Unlike Óen, Cóic caught all the starlight and reflected it back into the night, every feather glittering, her vast wings dwarfing both Dá and Óen.

But it was Virgil and Dá who carried the most precious and fragile burden.

Gordon was wrapped in healer’s cloth and sheep’s skin, strapped to Virgil’s strength. In the darkness, his mortally wounded little brother was more ghost than alive.

Virgil treasured every breath against his neck. There was terror that Gordon wouldn’t make it to the beaches. There was terror that he would.

There was no changing Scott’s mind. The injured and newly made Flaithri was steadfast and willing to do anything to save their little brother. John had been reassuring, Cóic warbling encouragement to Virgil at his questions.

There had been an answer. One of the sea had answered and it was wildly appropriate and felt determined by fate considering Gordon’s love of the water.

But the sacrifice was an unknown that terrified Virgil. A dragon willing to give its life force to heal another was fantastic myth and made a great story around the evening fires. But those myths all ended in tragedy and loss.

But what choice did they have?

Scott’s voice had been pain itself.

Dá warbled quietly and banked to the right, gliding down towards the waves. She back-winged ever so elegantly and touched down softly on fine pebbles.

The sea hissed at them.

Cóic landed at a distance, giving them room, while Óen did the opposite, expertly diving in close, likely to save his rider from walking too far.

Virgil and Óen had a long-standing agreement where the dragon’s rider was concerned, and Virgil couldn’t help but love the night fury for it.

So, of course, it was Scott who reached up to help Virgil dismount with his burden.

Virgil grit his teeth but didn’t say anything. He did his best to not place strain on his eldest brother, yet dismount without hurting his cherished burden.

Fortunately, John soon arrived, taking over from their limping brother.

The slice in Scott’s thigh was the only reason he wasn’t holding Gordon. Every screwed up muscle in the man’s face begged to bear his little brother’s weight in this, but Virgil wouldn’t allow it.

Scott wasn’t the only one who didn’t want to lose any more family.

Once Virgil had both boots on the ground, Scott stepped in close and peeled back the healer’s cloth from Gordon’s face.

Even in the darkness, the burns scarred their little brother’s visage. Each breath was strained. He was mercifully unconscious and limp in Virgil’s arms, the contrast between his active and boisterous self ever so heartbreaking, emphasising the reality of what they could, were likely, to lose.

Scott’s forehead briefly touched Virgil’s.

“There is hope.” It was whispered.

Please, let the gods be merciful to his little brother.

So it was Virgil, with his brothers beside him, who stood holding Gordon to his chest and confronted the unending waves as Cóic bellowed a call into the darkness.

TBC

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FishTank Week 2024! - May 12-18

Well, you all asked for a rinse, repeat, and most of you wanted prompts ASAP, so welcome again to FishTank Week, 2024 edition! We had such a fun time last year bringing out all our yellow and green and fiiiiish and music. I hope 2024 brings new ideas, new inspiration, and always all the FishTank things.

FishTank? Yes, Fishtank, the name we use in the thunderfam for the brother relationship of Virgil and Gordon. Brotp for some, but otherwise still so fun to explore anyway!

When is FishTank Week? This year it'll run from Sunday May 12th through Saturday May 18th. The significance of the week? Loosely calculated as the day between their birthdays, but honestly any excuse 💚💛

How do I celebrate FishTank Week? Like last year, we are releasing a series of prompts (see below). If they inspire you to write or create art, you can choose to post those on the exact day or anytime that week. Fic, Reblogs, Recs, and Art are welcome and appreciated all week long. Anything's welcome, so don't forget mood boards, music, head canons. Whatever you can think of!

We'll be active that week as well reblogging, and with some QOTDs and daily posts reminding of the prompt(s).

I'm not interested in FishTank: *hugs* totally fine. Our tags this year will be #fishtankweek and #fishtankweek2024 if you want to block them.

Questions: Reblog, comment, or you are also welcome to reach out to me directly.

Thanks to @emtb319 and @idontknowreallywhy for collaborating this year. And @gumnut-logic for letting me use a daily dose screen shot for the below.

Prompts - we've added some options within the prompts and some alternates for you to use as you like. Inspiration is the goal, and the only guideline is FishTank. The others can make an appearance too. We won't make you clean TB 4 for having a wayward Tracy, Kyrano, Creighton-Ward, or others around for the fun. But definitely Virgil and Gordon.

12: Wingman

13: At the... Orchestra | Art Museum | Aquarium

14: Brothers Relaxing

15: "We're a team, always" | "Did you doubt me?"

16: Comfort Food | Food on the go

17: Memories

18: Pranks

Alts: Love and Laughter | Along the Coastline

Good luck fish wrangling, and happy creating!

See you on the 12th,

Gavii 💚💛

#yay <33

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Cethair (Bit 2)

Óen | Cethair - Bit 1 | Bit 2

Glossary (contains backstory spoilers)

Many thanks to @onereyofstarlight, @idontknowreallywhy, @womble1 and @sofasurf for all their amazing support of my writing.

Here we continue with the fic about Gordon, but this bit focusses on Johnny and a little backstory.

Sorry for the delay in writing. I will get there eventually.

I hope you enjoy.

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John was beside himself. Cóic’s thoughts were a turmoil and her heart anguished.

“It was not your fault, my love.” He reached up, ever so glad of his lanky height to reach her eyebrow feathers and rub her gently. “You know Gordon-“

She snorted, warm breath catching his long hair and tossing it about.

“Yes, he has a history of rapscallion-hood, but you know his heart. He would not have acted any other way, even should he have known this outcome. He did this for us.” He let his forehead rest against her white and gold cheek feathers, soft in their strength. “As did our father.”

That was a raw wound in his heart. Losing their father and king, his strength…all because…

It was Cóic‘s turn to interrupt his train of thought, sour that it was. He reached his fingers to his left temple, closing his eyes as her mind enveloped his.

It truly was magic. To be held like a child in the arms of a giant. Cóic had inherited the memories of the Ages, those who had come before, and the wisdom that entailed. But she was still young, unable to access it all until she was fully grown. Kyrano had spoken of it as a burden and part of John feared his beloved dragon would lose some of herself the day she came into her knowledge.

And feared he wouldn’t be good enough.

His father had spoken to him from a very young age about the importance of the gift he had been given, the honour it was to help guide a Matriarch into adulthood.

His mother’s family had been stewards of the great dragons across the Western Ocean and when the Matriarch of the tribe chose him to be the companion of her unborn child, the O’Treasaigh family had been ever so honoured.

His mother had held him in her lap telling him stories of the old ones and legends of their tribe leading back into the darkness of the past. How the tribe had grown strong and safe with the dragons, the great Thunderbirds. And how, in each generation one was chosen for the next Matriarch, the next great Thunderbird. Chosen for his mental prowess and agility, his strength for love and for kindness.

The Matriarch had chosen John.

And Gaat had not agreed.

John hadn’t been aware of it at first, until one day their father announced they were returning home.

As far as he and his brothers were concerned, they were home. The land of the Matriarch was all they had ever known. They were, of course, aware that their father was from across the ocean, very far away indeed. And they knew the story of how he had entered these lands held in Óen’s claws, a half-dead bedraggled mess - Kyrano’s words, not John’s.

The tales of Ériu, a land of eternal green and bounty, of their grandfather, Flaithri O’Treasaigh, king of their lands, and their grandmother who had trained in the Temple and knew all the medicines and was so kind to their people.

It would have been harder to leave if Gaat hadn’t forced the issue. John was still young when it all happened, but he remembered the fires and the screams. His mother grabbing him and Cóic, still in her egg, and bundling them up in furs so warm.

Of Óen’s bellows and fire, all the family’s dragons taking to the air in the darkness, his mother’s reassuring words as she held him close, his father’s voice firm and strong.

John shook himself. He often drifted when held by Cóic. He suspected she had interest in his memories and his point of view. They were so different, yet together they were one.

The family had returned to Ériu to great fanfare. The Flaithri was over joyous to have his son not only return, but with a wife and three strong sons.

The revelation of dragons took a longer time to settle, but eventually the O’Treasaigh family settled back into a new comfort, a new home that was as full of history as their previous.

The Kyrano family had travelled with them, their mother’s brother exercising the right to ensure her safety. Scott had once confided in John claiming Kyrano wanted to get away from Gaat as much as any of them. Gaat was a half-brother to both their mother and Kyrano, and a half they could both do without.

But as time passed and they all settled, it was good to have another family from across the Western Sea to share memories with.

Gordon and Alan were born one after the other and the Flaithri doted on both the young children. Five strong sons were cause for as much celebration as three.

The day Cóic hatched, John’s life changed.

He had slept with the egg every night, kept it warm as his mother instructed. It had so long been his companion, it was second nature to keep it safe. Until early in the morning dark, he had been awoken by movement and shattering eggshell.

She had bowled him over in eagerness, landing on his chest, still dripping with egg fluids. He had been bewitched by her beautiful turquoise eyes - to this day, he still was - though it had taken some time for her gold-tipped white feathers to fully come in. As a hatchling she had been rather scrawny, more like a bald bird than a dragon.

The wave of fond mock-offence had him smiling and he suspected that his response was her purpose in sending it.

It also brought him back to the present and separated him a little from her embrace. Today was one of mourning but in it there may be hope.

Cóic rumbled deep in her throat.

John startled. “Have you a response?”

The matriarch had sent out a request, across dragon minds seeking one willing to give everything for a heroic young prince. One willing to make the sacrifice to save him.

How the dragons saw his people, why they served, associated, and loved their human counterparts was not clear. While Cóic never hesitated to share her thoughts with him, there was seeing and feeling, but understanding was not a given. Dragonkind had its mysteries and its purpose and it was other than what humans pursued or recognised. It was also something John could only accept and trust.

But the call out across the seas and the land looking for one willing to give everything for a stranger…only clarified dragon difference. It was a hope, but it was also a terror, an unknown.

Cóic warbled, her heart lifting. She touched her great head gently to John’s.

She had an answer.

Her reassurance was a boon. Gordon could be saved.

As his fingers drifted through her neck feathers and he climbed into her saddle, his hope was joined by fear and his heart ached.

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TBC