Hellen studied the tapestry, picking out more and more detail. She had no eye for such things, but she could admire the craftsmanship. The thread used was very fine, silky smooth as she brushed her fingers over it. She must show Ariane, if there would ever be a chance, now.
“How do you decide your colours when you have no dragons to bond with?”
“We take those of either our father or our mother.”
“Never both?”
“No. A choice is made when the boy or girl comes of age.”
“There are none of you with black markings any more?”
He looked puzzled at her question. “No. Black was reserved for the King's personal guard.”
“So there were black dragons, too?”
“No. The black tattoos were added to the normal markings when a rider was chosen.”
“Those who remained in Angere. What colour dragons did t
