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Candidate at Tiamat Weyr
Very much changed.
But she settled in perfectly well at Tiamat in the time that the eggs on their sands hardened. She knew more than most candidates did about dragons, weyrs, work and duty. In fact, she knew more than enough to help teach some of the younger candidates, and some of the weyrlings.
While thinking on the next lesson plan, Lela heard the distinct hum of dragons below. The hatching sands were alive with sound!
She put her white robe on, it made her red-brown skin look even darker than it usually did. With the others, she was just one more dark face with a nebulous body of white. To the dragons, of course, it was to lessen their confusion. To only see the faces of their choices. It made sense to Lela.
Of course it did. Something deep in her mind rang clearly. There was something tingling in her soul. When the eggs began hatching, her heart thumped hard. What would be in store? For anyone!? Eupe impressed a brown, a beautiful one. Then a girl found her green (or was it the other way around?) and left the sands.
A bronze burst open his shell, impressed loudly. Then, the golden egg which had been rudely painted by someone's flitter (how could that go unpunished, Lela wondered?) shook. The egg broke open, and the green paint was hardly a concern to the shining queenlet within.
She walked toward the girls calmly at first, but then openly charged at one then another. Several backed away, cringing. But Lela's eyes had grown wider each moment.
"Gimuth," she said, pronouncing the word which had been fluttering around her mind all morning, "What was that all about?"
The gold dragoness looked at Lela with a calm edge to her red-hungry eyes. Testing them, Lela, Testing.
"That makes sense," Lela said. It was as simple as that. Lela had done what her mother had not. What her sister surely never would.
She'd become a queen rider.
