Ono, Sweep Eggs!

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Sweep had sought out the Sands because of their warmth. Grescan, nervous about what his little Orange fireball might be getting up to, had followed along after her just so he'd be able to prevent her from causing any real trouble.

However, she didn't seem too interested in stirring up chaos today. Instead she found a nice little niche within the cavern's wall, just big enough for her to form a loose coil inside of it. Getting her back out of there against her will would be virtually impossible.

And that was where she had chosen to lay her eggs. Grescan wasn't sure what to do about that. He figured he should tell someone, so that the eggs could be given to someone, but who ought he to inform?

Sweep didn't concern herself with any of that, of course. She simply coiled about her clutch, within her hidden little niche, and watched out through the opening carefully, on guard.

There were six of them, their shells bright and glossy, and Sweep was jealously guarding them. She used her snout and tail to shift them about periodically, carefully, but she was careful never to push any of them too close to the opening. It would take a deal of coaxing to get her out of there, and Grescan wasn't up to it yet.

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And eat all my food and grow as tall as you are,
By then I'll be as strong as superman,
We'll be just alike, hey won't we dad.

A little bronze darted into the huge cavern, knowing exactly where to find the orange that he had twined necks with and where she had laid their new eggs. Joyous and proud, he chirped a greeting to Grescan, who was Sweep's bonded, so that anyone about would know that he, the father of the clutch, was about. Why shouldn't he be proud? He was a young creature, inexperienced in flight. It did well to his name that he had caught the fiery female.

Gently, Afzal landed on the edge of the niche Sweep had claimed as hers for the purpose of laying her eggs, clinging to it with his claws. He crooned her a gentler greeting, knowing that now, after the flight, she could easily turn against him to protect their eggs. He would guard them too. Then he looked over them carefully. They numbered six in all. They were love, mottled half a dozen. He couldn't really register exactly how many their were in truth, but he could understand that it was a fine clutch and that it was healthy.

Down on the sands, someone had joined Grescan. Now that the orange flitt had clutched a set of eggs, Fajra felt she should become involved. Who better than a Weyrwoman to make sure that the eggs got their proper care? Anyway, it would appear that the clutchmother belonged to a candidate, and she at least happened to have the clutchfather. She had to make sure that no one started squabbling about the eggs, Afzal's precious eggs.

Testier than usual, Kalith had muttered angrily in response to her rider's invitation to come along. She was going to be flying soon and she didn't want her eggs to share the sands with a stupid orange firelizard's eggs! Fajra could still here her grumbling thoughts in her mind."She made them a little hard to get to. We're going to have to leave them up there until they harden at least as well;" she commented to Grescan.

With tears in my eyes I wrapped him in a hug,
Said my little bear is growing up,
He said but when I'm big I'll still know what to do.

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when the first baby laughed for the first time,
the laugh broke into a thousand pieces
and they all went ^skipping about,
and that was the beginning of fairies.

To be a new place is hard, for just about anyone. To move from friends, from family, is harsh, and F'del watched dismayed as Sper stormed from the weyr. "Eacchiusper!" The young man made no move to turn around, and a dull echo bounced around the room as he slammed the door. With a heavy sigh, the man left in the room ran a broad hand down his face and then through the dark black hair that flopped into his eyes. "What am I to do about him, Alti?" The man turned towards the large tunnel going down the room, where a large Purple dragon watched the exchange. Large yellow/gray eyes whirled softly, worry emitting from every pore of his large body as he silently allowed the two favorite people in his life to deck it out.

I do not know Mine. But I as well miss Noyth and Her's and the younger one. Another sigh escaped him as he sat heavily on the bed. Sper had been complaining that he had been brought to the Weyr, away from his best friend. All F'del had pointed out that he too had left his, and the sixteen year old had yelled it wasn't the same, and storm out. You know, Alti, that this is your fault. The Purple shook his head, denial etching his words as his eyes slowly shifted to the pale blue of contentment. Oh no, because I know that Noyth's and Her's are planning on coming here.

The generally calm male looked at the dragon at this, shock and excitement covering the peaceful exterior. "Really?" Oops. You weren't supposed to know that yet. The general dismay of his dragon's words were enough to stop the young man from babbling farther, and he only rose to go over to the worried head.

"What do you mean, my dear?" Glumly, the dragon shifted his head so eyeridges would be available for scratching as he answered. Noyth said she would convince Her's to go. It was generally the idea - Noyth wanted to come over here, but Noyth's wouldn't leave you. So we would leave, and then Noyth would bring Her's over. The dragon's plan was astounding, but F'del only laughed brightly, green eyes glimmering. "Excellent!" Altith took that moment to swing his head up and slip back to his own couch, saying, Come, we must tell that misguided boy-child before he goes and does something very rash. "Like you would?" F'del teased as he followed, but hesitated at the idea. "No... Let him calm down a little. We'll go get a bath, and you oiled, and then we'll find him."

The plan was agreed upon, and within the next candlemark Altith was in the lake, generally wrecking havoc and not really getting a bath as he soaked His. The pair had recently transferred from Southern, on the original grounds that Altith was bored. It was a reasonable reason - the large purple Sub-King often did, and it was a relentless battle finding ways to amuse him that didn't end in his fellow rider's complaining. The weyr was oddly empty though, and the pair of them found it quite... Odd. They were used to the hustle and bustle of Southern, not the quite solidity of Dalibor.

Extending multi-colored wings, Altith reared back and splashed them forward through the water, engulfing the almost thirty-year old man in a wave of water. It was true he barely looked twenty-five, and the eighteen year old dragon was acting like a hatchling, but it was the norm for this pair.

Drenched to the core, they finally exited the lake dripping wet. MineOwn, you are a silly funny thing for not holding your breath. The man clambering aboard his back only shook his head, laughing softly. I really wasn't expecting anything like that, Alti. Pleased, the dragon hop-stepped like an excited runner and took off into the air - except not in the direction of their weyr. Er, Altith? The weyr is that direction. He told his dragon this gently, just incase the Purple was getting lost, but he only received the words I am not going to the weyr, Mine! A slight worry filled his chest - Altith excited generally meant bad things - but the rider only settled closer against the neck, indulging the creature. Just remember I am not in a saddle, my dear.

They touched down a few seconds later in... He should have guessed. The Hatching Grounds? Couldn't you have waited for a clutch? The dragon eagerly dumped him off without ceremony, pacing over to where a niche had formed and two people were gathered around. Hello, funny things! I am Altith, and this is MineOwn, F'del. We have come to look at the pretty babies! Mine, Mine! Come over and look! He saved the last part for His, but projected his voice to the girl and boy standing there as he introduced himself. For the flitt alone he bowed his great head, peering into her niche without regards to his own safety. Hello, Little Sun! You're babies look beautiful!

F'del, meanwhile, was getting himself up from the sands and looking around. It didn't really bother him he was shirtless, and in a pair of ragged pants. Altith was generally over-zealous with the babies, and he wouldn't be happy until some angry mother-queen ripped his nose off. At least he glanced around and saw the Copper, wincing. His Purple had to talk to the Weyrwoman? Generally Queen's were very possessive over Their's... Crossing over at his dragon's demands, the medium height man gave a graceful bow, running a hand through still damp hair. "Greetings. I am F'del, as you no doubtlessly heard. I do apologize for Altith's rudeness. We can leave, if you wish. Altith is just excited about the Hatchlings."

Mine... Can we have a little one? One that will make little babies? An inward wince, and he turned broad shoulders towards the sky slightly. We will see, my dear.

and now when every new _baby is born
its first laugh becomes a fairy.
so there ought to be.

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Grescan offered Fajra a sort of weak smile, shrugging some at the comment of the eggs being hard to get to. Sweep had done that entirely on purpose, and while he knew he ought to be responsible for his pet's actions, there wasn't a whole lot he could do to make her change her mind. She was being very stubborn right now.

"Yeah," he mumbled softly. "By then I'll probably have managed to almost convince her to let me take them out without her gnawing my hand off." Well, she wouldn't really gnaw his hand off--he was usually spared that sort of physical aggression from her. But she definitely wouldn't be happy.

In the meanwhile, Sweep was cheeping and preening herself as Afzal inspected the eggs. She certainly approved of the Bronze coming to look, so long as he didn't get too nosy. She still had to keep her eggs safely tucked away, after all, even from him, as pretty of a Bronze as he was.

Grescan looked a bit startled when the Purple dragon landed near them, not expecting this much attention over a small firelizard clutch. Well, it was a small Weyr, without anything else major going on yet... he supposed this was just the most exciting thing around. Everyone was still just waiting for the Queen to rise, so in the meanwhile, firelizard eggs were an amusing distraction he supposed.

Sweep did not like this big purple brute that tried to butt in at her eggs, not one bit. He was loud and big and his nose did not belong in so close to her eggs!

She started to scold him firmly, screeching and whistling and squawking at him, expressing her displeasure with his nosiness.

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With a happy meal in his booster seat,
Knowing that he couldn't have the toy,
Till his nuggets were gone,
A green traffic light turned straight to red.

"You shouldn't move them until they've hardened. See about getting them into a more accessible area before them hatch, though, so we can see about Impressing them to people;" she told Grescan. She fully expected him to listen to her orders and fulfill them. And once she was done talking to him, she was distracted by the arrival of a purple and his rider. She was more distracted from Grescan when the purple spoke to her, chattering about how he was Altith and such. She hardly noticed when his rider, F'del, spoke to her, apologizing, because she was more preoccupied with thinking 'oh no.' Actually, she included several words that mothers frowned at young children for saying, since she really didn't care much about watching her language in her head.

Shut it, pipsqueak. You've already made a nuisance enough of yourself; Kalith ordered Sweep as she made her entrance to the hatching sands. She ignored Afzal, who had been chattering at Altith with Sweep and was now whistling at her. The two firelizards were just little annoyances to her. It was the purple that was the only reason that she'd bothered coming here. Who are you? Those three words entailed exactly what she needed to say, and she wasn't interested in saying much. It contained plenty of add connotations, of course; she enjoyed connotations. Who was this dragon speaking to her rider? Who was this dragon speaking to the Sr. Weyrwoman? She was in no mood to be forgiving, not with those sharding flitters taking over her hatching sands as it was.

Spreading his wings wide, Afzal tried to block out his eggs from these intruders, wanting to protect them so that Sweep could rest and take care of them. He was a noble fellow, a goodhearted fellow. He didn't mind his bonded being their, or Sweep's bonded, but he didn't like Kalith and he didn't know who those others were. Seeing what her dragon and her firelizard were doing, Fajra pursed her lips. Someone was definitely proddy and someone was definitely a little protective of their first eggs. "It's very nice to meet you, F'del, Altith. There's no need for you to leave. However, perhaps Altith should back a little ways away from the eggs and refrain from speaking to me in the future;" she suggested, handling the situation so her dragon couldn't do anything stupid.

I hit my brakes and mumbled under my breath,
His fries went a flying and his orange drink covered his lap,
Well then my four year old said a four letter word,
That started with "s" and I was concerned.

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If I were asked to give what I consider
the single most useful bit of advice for all _humanity
it would be this:
Expect trouble as an inevitable part of life

The other boy stayed quiet - however, that was the best of his problems. His biggest worry was the fact that Altith, while smart for a dragon, tended to be clueless about people. The "funny things" as he called them were just more things that were simply wonderful in his world. Adjectives like possessive, hate, anger - they mean nothing to the dragon. He thinks of everyone as perfect, and so the Queen who came to pass judgment on him - he was a child that didn't understand the punishment.

Who are you? Even as the implied words rang through his mind, sure of themselves and decidedly feminine, Altith payed them no mind. He was to busy springing backwards, behind His like a young puppy getting yelled at. Peering reproachfully out at the little Sun and little King, he asked His, Why do they chatter and yell at me? I only wish to see the pretty babies. One hand went up to pet the large nose, soothing him best he could. It's not you, Altith. She's just a little... Do you remember the Red Queen, Jazath from Southern? How she didn't like you near her clutches at first? This is the little Orange acting like Jazath. She's just nervous. The Purple was soothed by this explanation, and only then did he swing his head around to find the source of the noise.

'It's very nice to meet you, F'del, Altith. There's no need for you to leave. However, perhaps Altith should back a little ways away from the eggs and refrain from speaking to me in the future.' Swaying side to side gently and wishing he had taken just a sip of fellis juice before having to handle this, he gave a small bow. "The pleasure is mine, Weyrwoman. I do apologize - I have asked him before, but in that way he... Doesn't understand. It's my biggest problem with him. I'll ask, but..." A patient shrug, and a small smile for the woman. He would ask, but he doubted Altith would change his mind.

Realizing that His was right, the rather odd looking Purple opened his wings, pushing off lightly and throwing sand in the air. On the floor, F'del only blocked his eyes and glanced to see where the Purple had landed - on the tier next to the Copper. Hello, Queen. I am Altith, with MineF'del. We arrived here early this morning - I believe I like your Weyr even more than Southern's! How are you today? The tone was happy, but soft; even Altith knew the Senior Queen deserved respect. But he saw only a pretty girl dragon, not the ruler of the Weyr. This female was a potential friend - and we all know how much Altith likes making new friends.

and when it comes hold you head ^high,
look it squarely in eye and say,
'I will be bigger than you. You cannot defeat me.

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Grescan would have answered the Weyrwoman's command about when and how to move his firelizard's eggs, if only with a weak affirmative because, much as he didn't like being bossed around, he knew she was the boss--but then she wasn't paying him any attention anymore and he didn't bother.

Instead he just turned his attention back to keeping an eye on Sweep, in case she decided to lunge out in a rage and take out an eye or something. He wouldn't put it past her, even if she was guarding her eggs and so reluctant to come out into the open.

Sweep, in the meanwhile, switched from nattering angrily at Altith to nattering angrily at Kalith, not that there was any real difference. She did not like the big shiny thing telling her what to do and what not to do! She should be the one telling the big shiny thing what to do, not the other way around!

But she didn't emerge from her little hidey-hole, because she had to watch her eggs. She would just teach all those things a lesson later. They would all pay. Well, more likely she would completely forget about all of this by the end of the day. But she wasn't aware of that herself.

Grescan sighed, caught in the middle of it all by his insane firelizard. Why did he have to have the luck to pick the one egg of the clutch that was utterly mad and somewhat vicious?

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Our memories,
Well, they can be inviting,
But some are altogether,
Mighty frightening.

Kalith shifted away from the purple as he landed on the same level as her. That moronic firelizard, the one that was so much worse than Afzal, was telling her off and it grated against her nerves. She was not in a pleasant mood. She was tired of annoying dragons, of annoying dragons, of annoying pets. She was tired of no one listening to her. She was tired of people being on her sands! And why were all the new transfer doing these stupid things, and why was this in one particular saying such stupid things? Having heard what the rider had said to Hers, she snarled. Perhaps this will get the point across; she growled to Fajra, who looked up at her sharply. DON'T TALK TO MY RIDER; she yelled at the purple, making the point as perfectly clear and loud as she possibly could.

Clearing out her throat and her chest with a rumble after it, she fixed Altith with a piercing stare for a moment, before deciding that she was satisfied with him. Her anger was placated now that she had gotten retribution for the great sin of speaking to her rider (who was more hers than even these sands). Settling down, she shifted her weight a little back towards the purple, keeping her posture proud and her head high. Of course you like it here more than Southern. This is a proper Weyr; she told him, disdainful of the fact that the other Weyr wasn't built in a mountain. It wasn't really disdain for that Weyr, actually, but more pride for her own.

Fajra shook her head slightly at her dragon, but then turned her head back too F'del. "She's due to fly soon enough. Not very soon though. I think she's just getting the start of the effects of it now; she does now how to be very blunt even normally;" she told him, very careful but concise about her words. Her dragon ignored her, not minding her talking about her in all her glory. Reminding herself that it would be good to talk to the candidate with the firelizard eggs that she had come to try to look at, she turned a bit towards him. "That means there will be eggs for you and the other candidates soon;" she told him, smiling ever so slightly.

Knowing that Kalith wasn't that bad, Afzal crooned gently to Sweep, trying to calm her and tell her to just settle down. He folded his wings and rustled them, worried about her and their beautiful little eggs. They were the most important thing! Nobly, he settled himself on the edge of her little hiding place, fully intending not to move from that place for more than short bursts until the eggs hatched. He would be there; he would be a good father. It was ground into his little brain that they were supposed to be protected. Crooning to Sweep again, he sent her a flash of images, rough pictures of him sitting there, showing her that he was going to be help her. She didn't have to worry, not well he was there.

Don't speak,
I know what you're thinking,
I don't need your reasons,
Don't tell me cause it hurts.

[fidelli]

when the first baby laughed for the first time,
the laugh broke into a thousand pieces
and they all went ^skipping about,
and that was the beginning of fairies.

As soon as she shifted her much larger bulk away Altith worried he had made a mistake landing on the tier next to hers. He slid back a few shuffling steps, but the damage had been done and the always living in the present dragon put it behind him. Of course, her next words did help the moving on. DON'T TALK TO MY RIDER. As soon as she yelled he had winced back, eyes whirling quickly, wings half open as though to take flight. He did not want an angry Queen coming after him! But she seemed content with the yelling, and he - moving slowly in case she tried to rip out his throat - settled himself back down. Of course you like it here more than Southern. This is a proper Weyr. Only after he was sure she was done speaking - please, at twenty turns Altith had at least that much sense - he spoke himself, mindless of the yelling at. I am sorry I spoke to Your's - I did not realize she was a Rider, or even more Impressed to a Queen. I will refrain from speaking to her in the future.

Sounding properly apologetic, he still asked His quietly, Why must I? It is pointless to go about in such roundabout ways as to ask you to speak to Her's... I will not, because Kalith says so, but I still do not understand. His didn't answer, but he felt the soothing touch of his mind as he comforted him, and he answered Kalith more happily. It is - I do like my weyr here more than there. How long have you and Your's been here as Weyrwomen? He was eager to talk to another dragon - he had been a little lonely without Noyth or without many of the friends he had made at Southern, and Kalith - albeit a Queen - was still a dragon.

As Fajra's dragon snarled at his own, F'del only glanced up at the two of them. It was probably for the best, as he would have forgotten his order's soon enough, and keeping that much will on Altith every time he would have had a chance to speak with Fajra would have most likely been more a headache then it was worth. 'She's due to fly soon enough. Not very soon though. I think she's just getting the start of the effects of it now; she does now how to be very blunt even normally.' The response was simple, even as she shifted to speak to the candidate - which was very rude of him to be ignoring the kid. A simple smile, as steady and patient as the moons. 'That means there will be eggs for you and the other candidates soon.'

"It is probably for the better. Altith would do anything for a Queen - she ordered it, so he'll be extra careful with you around. In a way, I am grateful to her. And a Clutch is always a good thing." But now he had time to think - a Flight. While a Flight did mean a Clutch - Altith always loved Clutches - he knew that the Weyrleader position would be open. "I wonder..." He spoke quietly, not sure how to put it without breaching insult. He wasn't sure what type of person Fajra was yet, and while the woman gave the impression of a calmer individual... "Would Kalith be insulted if Altith didn't Chase her? I don't want the risk of getting Weyrleadership, even if it's a small one, and I would rather take him away for the day..." Still smiling softly, he managed to ask the question - he thought - in a rather delicate way. It was all true, but his main reason was not wanting to end up with any position of real rank, especially Weyrleader.

and now when every new _baby is born
its first laugh becomes a fairy.
so there ought to be.

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Why do you do this to me?
Why do you do this so easily?
You make it hard to smile because,
You make it hard to breathe,
Why do you do this to me?

Kalith snorted lightly as he apologized for his actions, very delicate and soft about it. She disliked the idea of anyone not knowing that her rider had Impressed a Queen. She couldn't think of her rider Impressing any other color. No one but her had, in all of time, been supposed to have been bonded to her rider and she knew that. She was proud of her rider too. She was a good Weyrwoman, a good leader, just the sort of person who should be Impressed to a Queen. Still, she managed to stay very quiet until he asked her a question about how long she and Hers had been there. She didn't want to just snap at him, since he had apologized for his mistake. However, she couldn't keep herself from being a little bit indignant about him not knowing who her rider was and debating that to him, though it was almost as if she were just doing it with herself.

How could you not guess her to be a rider at least? She is too old to be a candidate anymore. Why would she be out on the sands at such a time as this if she wasn't a rider? Weyrfolk are too busy doing their jobs to come stare at firelizard eggs. Anyway, haven't you heard about me and Mine? She is a Sr. Weyrwoman; she should be recognizable enough as the important figure that she is; Kalith replied crisply to Altith, speaking with utter logic though her firm belief that he should have recognized her rider immediately wasn't all that logical. She held her head high, showing her pride that made her reasoning for arguing very plain. But it is good that you won't speak to her again; she finished, happiness, or relief, or maybe just lack of angry sincere and very clear in her voice.

Quickly moving on without breaking a stride in her speaking, she went on to answer his actual question, apparently not expecting or thinking that he would answer any of the things she'd already said. She didn't need an answer to any of the questions she had posed in her debate; they were all purely rhetorical, just for the purpose of making a point. A point that he would not dispute, would he? Me and Mine have been here for over a turn now; she replied simply. She didn't care to be specific; she didn't really remember exactly when it had been. The day that they'd become the Sr. Queen and the Sr. Weyrwoman was easier to recall, but she didn't really try too. That was the day that Paaie and Larith had gone away into the blackness of between and no one likes to think to hard about the passing of a close friend.

Fajra watched her dragon carefully while still listening to F'del speak, just thinking about her dragon as she processed his words and came up with a response. "I don't think she'll mind - as long as she has a few suitors, and I think she will. I also think she might have some other people to be insulted by for entirely different reasons." She recalled Shoth, to whom Kalith was no at all fond of and whom she got the distinct Impression would definitely want to try for weyrleadership. For some reason, she doubted that her dragon would forget her anger with him either. "Is there any particular reason you don't want Altith to even try? Any particular reason you want to go beyond even the judgment of the Queen to pick the right dragon, with the right dragon, to be the Weyrleader?" She looked at the purplerider, simply curious.

A phrasing that's a single tear,
Iis harder than I ever feared,
And you were left feeling so alone.
Because these days aren't easy,
Like they have been once before,
These days aren't easy anymore.

[fidelli]

when the first baby laughed for the first time,
the laugh broke into a thousand pieces
and they all went ^skipping about,
and that was the beginning of fairies.

Even as she snorted at him, Altith was grazing through His's mind, ignoring the Queen - though very careful to pay attention to when she started talking. He saw no reason for her to be annoyed at the fact she did not know - he was new, as was His, and for her to ask that of him was just a tad bit ridiculous. However, she was a Queen - so silent he stayed.

How could you not guess her to be a rider at least? She is too old to be a candidate anymore. Why would she be out on the sands at such a time as this if she wasn't a rider? Weyrfolk are too busy doing their jobs to come stare at firelizard eggs. Anyway, haven't you heard about me and Mine? She is a Sr. Weyrwoman; she should be recognizable enough as the important figure that she is. But it is good that you won't speak to her again.

If there was one thing Altith had learned, it was that you didn't argue with girls. They were of a realm to themselves, and although he couldn't understand why she was still going on about it - to herself even! - his wash of understanding was as simple as the way he sunk his head down to lay on the tier, and the way he relaxed himself in the heat. It was like southern, the steady heat that made him want to go flying - although His rather liked lazing in the water.

Me and Mine have been here for over a turn now. He rumbled, rolling onto his side rather like a canine and peering down at His and the little ones. That is nice. I like the little ones - are you excited for yours? The random change in topic didn't bother him - he was as flighty as a bird in that aspect. No, he just lay there and flickered between the Queen and His and the babies, perfectly content with the world.

'I don't think she'll mind - as long as she has a few suitors, and I think she will. I also think she might have some other people to be insulted by for entirely different reasons.' Her words only made him look at her, but he made no movement and didn't try to understand the cryptic remark. 'Is there any particular reason you don't want Altith to even try? Any particular reason you want to go beyond even the judgment of the Queen to pick the right dragon, with the right dragon, to be the Weyrleader?' F'del judged her words, trying to understand if she was mad or not - she didn't seem like it, so he spoke, trying to make her see.

"I've been a rider for a long time. Things don't always go as they should, and it's as simple as a shift in the wind that blows an expected dragon off course. Mistakes happen, and things are not always as they seem." People were two-faced, and he understood that - but Kalith and Fajra were young, and although Queen's and Weyrwoman in their own respect, still had things to learn. "It's easiest to not even risk it." Even as he said this, he meant no disrespect. His stance never changed, his tone stayed light and amiable - it was just his way of thinking.

Mine! Altith's voice rang in his head, and the man peered upwards at the Purple. Noyth arrives! A peculiar expression crossed his face - surprise, pure happiness, and an energetic whisper that had been lacking before. "Weyrwoman Fajra, I must excuse myself. It was an interesting talk, although the brevity is disappointing." The Purple had risen as well, and had turned to the Queen. Kalith, Mine and I must be going! Down with a sweep of too-big wings, and his rider was bowing as he mounted the tall Purple, who was practically trembling in excitement.

and now when every new _baby is born
its first laugh becomes a fairy.
so there ought to be.

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Promises were broken,
I don't want to know,
About the worries,
I don't want to know.

I suppose. They will be good for the Weyr; Kalith said with detachment after a moments pause to consider whether she was excited for the hatching that would take place after her upcoming flight. She was intelligent. She could think about the future. She could remember the past. She could manipulate it. She could use it. But why should she care to think on it too much? The past held both joy and ill-fated memories, but her rider would recall what was necessary, so she felt no need to trouble herself with much of either. The future was an indistinct things. Some events were almost assured to happen, but the winds of fate could always change that somehow. So, she felt no ties to those possibilities. There was the here and the now, and she would lead her Weyr to the best of her abilities, and that would mean it would be led very well indeed, wouldn't it? There was no passion lost in her detachments There was passion in her neutral view of the matter all the same despite everything.

It seemed that F'del shared some of her dragon's views on life and the future. Fajra didn't take offense to his words, nor did she miss a beat or become bothered by his vague reference to the fact he had more experience then her. Many riders did. Even some of the other young ones that populated her Weyr. "I don't think Kalith will let a mistake happen;" she replied simply. The copper grinned a dangerous draconic grin from up on her perch and rustled her wings in a vaguely menacing fashion. Who was suggesting that she would let the wind change how she wanted things to go? "Life is all about risk versus reward. Of course, I'm sure you can better assess that for this situation than I can, so I trust your judgment;" she concluded, and that was that. She watched him closely, sizing him up again as she put new information to him. An interesting rider, for an odd purple at least.

Surprise, happiness, energy. F'del was excusing himself from her. Altith was excusing himself from Kalith. They had to go, apparently, and had a distinct eagerness about the both of them. What had changed? There is a gray, Mine. She is new. I believe Altith and his rider may know them. They seem quite eager to go greet them; her dragon said, voice smug and amused. Watch the departing pair, the young Weyrwoman wore her usually closed expression, but it was tinged with interesting. The purple had a mate? The rider a weyrmate possibly too? It was a sensible conclusion to draw from their reaction and their given ages. It would certainly also make sense with F'del's request to take his dragon away when Kalith rose. A gray? That would be A'mor and Noyth. They'd transferred from the same Weyr as F'del and Altith; all the facts fit together. A very interesting rider, with that odd purple at least.

"Let's go, Kalith. Good-bye Grescan;" she said, glancing at the candidate she hadn't been paying much mind since her arrival to the sands. He would take care of the eggs; she had more pressing business to attend to now. There was a puff of dirt before she even turned her head back around. The Queen had taken off and glided down as soon as she suggested the idea of leaving. There wasn't any proper sunlight in the hatching cavern for her to bask in; she was loosing daylight every second that they remained here. One, two, three, no more breaths than it took to go through between and she was settled comfortably on her dragon's back. The lean, powerful copper crouched down and then rushed up into the air. A downward sweep of her wings sent a spray of hot sand up around her, and, as it settled, she was gone. It was only a moment or so later that she was settling on the ledge of her weyr. Her rider went off to do whatever chores or work she had to do, and she sprawled out to get a proper afternoon nap it. She had her own sort of chores and work to do. She smirked in the way only she could.

If I'm the same,
I don't want to know,
About the sorries,
I don't want to know.