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"It wasn't luck, it was skill..." he moaned, and the Healer chuckled.
"It had better be. The next time your dragon rolls over like that, you'd best hope that he's no bigger than he is now. At it is, he's bigger than a draught runner, and they're rather heavy you know."
"I know... I know..." G'ernon said, as the Healer left his weyr.
...I am so sorry, G'ernon... Came the dragon's hesitant apology.
"It wasn't your fault... Everything else is to blame but you, Ebalsth."
But I almost smushed you!
"You were mostly asleep! And the wherry cart out there didn't help at all!"
It did smell good.
"And you do have a weakness for food, my friend." G'ernon smiled, and knew that his dragon's eyes were changing from worried orange to a more content blue.
"You could, but I think she'd probably bite your head off, you little brown. Try that one instead when she rises."
G'ernon pointed at a shining green, who looked quite healthy and quick, but did not look like the queen that Ebalsth wanted to fly earlier.
G'ernon hoped that he'd forget about trying to fly any queens unless they were little or young. He was not ever going to be much bigger than the smallest of his rank, though his heart was surely not small!
I think she is pretty too...
"Good? It's great! We'll be able to go out and help people build cotholds, and dams, and everything... That sounds good doesn't it?" G'ernon said to the brown.
I am looking at the greens, G'ernon. Bother me about buildings later, okay?
