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Impressed at Dawn Sisters Weyr
"Thank you," P'ar said, and the honest relief in his tone was apparent.
El' looked at the small brown dragon, Zaveth, and smiled at his brother like he'd impressed moments ago too. "He's really strong, P'ar. We'll have fun flying together."
"You're already flying," P'ar said, and El' looked at the skin of wine they'd smuggled from the dining hall's celebration tables to the hatchling feeding grounds.
"Well, no. We've just reserved it for us. T'shen and Chuang are already headed off to their barracks, P'ar. Enjoy all this rest while you can..." El' laughed, and returned to Shard's side so they could get back to the Protectorate.
Eventually, everyone went home. Now, P'ar thought, this was HIS home!
OUR home! He will be fun to chase in the sky, P'ar. I wish I could already fly!
"Some day, little Zaveth, some day. We will show him what flying's really like!
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"The weyrlingmaster was extremely strict about telling us this before, Zaveth. We can't possibly go out and fly without the others!"
The brown dragon seemed to sulk. He did so gracefully, with huge soulful eyes watching the harper as he fixed the riding straps for their future use.
I still do not understand. I am strong enough to fly. You are brave enough. Why have we not done it yet!?
P'ar let of an exasperated sigh.
"Zaveth..." He said, "We'll fly, I promise, but only when the Weyrlingmaster tells us we're all ready! Remember that green who wanted to and lost her balance?"
I remember. But I would not do that.
P'ar looked at his beloved dragon, and wondered absently if El' and his bronze ever went through this...
P'ar sat numbly watching his big brown goof ball of a dragon stare at the sun-gold dragon who flew overhead.
"She is far too big for you, Zaveth. A green would be a better target."
You do not believe I can catch a queen? You of all humans?
P'ar sighed. "It isn't that I don't believe you could, but... maybe we should try a younger, smaller, and maybe a less experienced female first! Like a nice green! You would enjoy chasing a green Zav. They're quite fast and healthy. They'd give you a run for your marks!"
Zaveth pouted. But perhaps his rider was right. The bronzes and older browns did have a much better chance of chasing after even the youngest gold... But those pretty greens on the other hand!
But if I caught a gold it would make you a wing leader! Or Weyr leader!
Startled, P'ar spun on that.
"But I don't WANT to be a wing leader! Or the Weyr leader! I can't handle that kind of pressure, and neither could you! You're a great flier, Zav! But we're not cut out for that sort of work! And besides... all that paperwork!"
You used to like paperwork...
