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Lady Mhysra Kilpapan was blessed from birth with a distinguished family, a glorious home and a giant eagle miryhl of her own. Fully aware of her luck, she wants for nothing in life - except a chance to become a Rift Rider. The elite force...
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Thirteen
30th Fledgling
Derrain was sweating, but given the milder temperatures of approaching autumn, he couldn't blame the weather. Wiping his hands on his breeches, he took a deep breath and entered the temporary eyries. He'd wanted to visit ever since he had received his results five days ago, but hadn't dared. Everyone said it was bad luck to see the miryhls before the Choice. Students who ignored the tradition were rumoured to make bad matches or have their partnership severed in nasty, abrupt ways before graduating from Aquila.
As a skysailor, Derrain had known many superstitions and this one was far too important to ignore. Somewhere inside a miryhl was waiting for him. He didn't want to mess anything up.
"I can't do it," he murmured, looking around the crowd of students, Riders, civilians and miryhls. So many miryhls, positioned in individual, roped-off enclosures, their perches at ground level so that each eagle could see and be seen.
There were so many. How was he supposed to choose? "I can't do it."
"You haven't even looked yet," Mhysra said, clearly amused as she stood beside him.
"I'm looking now," he replied. Shafts of sunlight poured down through the hatches, illuminating the busy scene. Fifty miryhls had been brought to Nimbys to match with thirty-two students and nine Riders. However, there were considerably more than forty people wandering around, viewing the spectacle, and more than one youngster looked as lost as he felt. Where did he even start?
"I really can't do this."
Rolling her eyes, Mhysra dragged him away from the crowded entrance. "You can't see anything from here. Walk, and we'll see what you can and can't do."
While Derrain was grateful to Mhysra for agreeing to help him, she didn't understand. She'd grown up surrounded by miryhls, living with one as part of her family. For her this was normal. There were no life-changing decisions for her to make today.
However, as she led him around, commenting on build and temperament, he remembered why he'd asked for her help. Big, small, dark, pale, glossy, scrawny, she had something to say about each eagle, finding strengths and weaknesses that he'd never imagined. The eyries were full of students listening to Riders and their families, but none had an expert like Mhysra.
Derrain could only stare, wondering if this was the one, or that one?
How would he tell? Would it happen in an instant? Or was it more ordinary? Did he just pick the one he liked the look of most? If so, how would he tell? What was he looking for? What was he supposed to be looking for? While he might no longer think all miryhls looked the same, he still didn't know how to see the best in them. They were miryhls – great, gods-blessed birds crafted out of necessity and dragon magic. What right had he to judge their worthiness?
