Suddenly, one of the dragons understood. He was gone.
One by one the fallen lord’s dragons began to howl. Many of those around her jumped, having never heard a dragon make such a sorrowful sound. But Obsi had. When her parents were killed, her father’s dragons had made the same heart wrenching wail.
As the sound of the mourning dragons rippled across the landscape, one by one the Dragon Lords who had gathered there crossed their right arms across their chests and bowed their heads. They listened silently as the dragons cried, and wept their own tears with them. Obsi felt the closeness of the community around her, and although they were all there to mourn a loss, they would celebrate the life by continuing to do what they, and he, loved. The community would not always agree on things, and their way of life was one of war, but they would always come together when it counted. Obsi felt very humbled to be a part of this community, and the vigil of Lords surrounding her, and she was honored to be able to pay homage to someone whom she'd never met, but at this moment felt that she knew.
The wailing stopped as Jat’s family led his dragons back to their den. Those who were sitting vigil milled around, saying hello to strangers they passed and greeting those they knew. Obsi saw a familiar face and patiently made her way through the crowd, greeting all those she passed as she held back tears. Finally, she made her way over to Dally, wrapped her arms around her sisters neck and wept.