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Bireth, I have told you several times not to ask me that.
But I want to have black on the bottom too...
H'ex glanced at the dragon, whose nose poked into his weyr with a snuffle.
But I could ... sit in it, and maybe get dark that way... I know! I shall find a tarpit and make myself a black bottom like that!
Just barely before H'ex could react, Bireth was out the ledge and into the air. The weyrling had caught onto flight before all the others, and while proud of him, H'ex worried that the dragon could get into trouble.
I still think tar would be far more permanent.
"And it'd burn your tail right off! You know that!"
I am joking, my rider... Can't you take a joke?
When you're telling it, my friend, I always have to wonder...
I wonder about that little thing you and Sharmon have been fawning over for the last Turn. What is it?
That's our son, Zarap, Bireth. Remember him?
He is cute. Kind of wiggly. Will he shed and grow everytime he eats?
"Like you? Shards, I hope not!!"
