Aria:
Flying is one of the things that help me catch my breath.
Whenever the weyr’s pressure is mounting on me too much, I take to the air, strange, isn’t it? Every dragon is born for the air but for me, I feel like I belong in the air. The flapping of my wings, feeling the mighty wind slap against my scales, this is what I breathe in.
I am thinking of my mother as I am flying in the air. I have been thinking about her a lot these days; she wants me to take over the weyrs, and defeat other weyrs.
What if I end up failing her? What if I don’t live up to her expectations? From a young age, she has taught me the rules for being ruthless, but sometimes, I feel as though being cruel is not in my DNA.
My mother said once that I took over my father, according to her, I am ‘too nice’ and it’
