Harper in your garments blue
Sing a song of tales quite true
Harper with your drum so loud
You make us all feel quite proud.
The sun was setting in the evening sky when the great bronze dragon erupted from between over the Star Stones. The watchdragon bugled a query and then a greeting.
Wheeling sharply, Gaminth began a steep descent into the Weyr Bowl.
“Are you ready, Harper?” M’tal called over his shoulder.
“Yes.”