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| Where are we going? Claymeth asked, in that softly sweet voice of hers. Enyala smiled, and relayed a familiar picture to her green. Oh. So I suppose we'll see Kozuth there? Claymeth queried, and Enyala patted the green's neck affectionately as she pulled herself up to sit between the neck ridges. Kozuth is busy dear, she's busy carrying all sorts of announcements for DawnSisters. Enyala sighed, all this transfer business was wearing her down. The Weyrwoman at DawnSisters had been hesitant in taking Enyala on as a rider, given the girl's disability and all, and had required a few sevendays of gradual transmition time to give the DawnSisters riders, and Enyala herself, time to get used to one another. Although the folk at Quinalt may be used to the girl, they didn't have to work in life or death situations with her; and once at DawnSisters, Enyala would have to begin threadfighting in earnest, so it was imperative, so the Weyrwoman had said, to give ample time for everyone to find the easiest way to communicate with one another. Oh. Claymeth snorted and kicked off from the ground and was airborn. Enyala gritted her teeth, and held on tightly to the harness. Despite months of training, she was still nervous every time she was higher than two feet off the ground. Nothing could get rid of a fear of heights, not even a becoming a dragonrider. ----------------------------- As the pair swung in low over the DawnSisters weyrbowl, Enyala got the strang sensation something was wrong. She asked Claymeth, but the green merely replied she wanted to see Kozuth. Everything looked normal enough to Enyala's eyes, a queen roosting on the sands, and a the sounds of a green getting chased somewhere off in the distant. Claymeth turned her head in that direction, and rumbled disagreeably. Enyala sighed, so that was it. Claymeth's own mood was affecting her own. Hopefully the silly green wouldn't rise for a few more days at least, maybe Enyala could even manage to get Claymeth to rise at Quinalt. It would be better for managing inter-Weyr relations, and give the impression both Weyrs keep their blood clean by cross-mating their dragons. What do you think Clay? Would you rather rise at Quinalt? I'm not rising. Claymeth said slowly, and huffed at a flying insect. But if I were, I'd rather it be with someone you liked Enyala. I couldn't bare putting you to someone you hated. Oh don't worry Claymeth. Enyala grinned. I don't care much for anyone, and no one cares much for me. I suppose it won't matter much anyone, when you're in the sky, and when you're back down again, well, we'll just see how things work out. But what about my clutch? Don't you want a male who will make a good sire? Claymeth, you're starting on firestone in three days, I doubt you'll rise before then, and that means no clutching. Why don't we just worry about it when it happens. Wherever we are, whoever we're with, okay? Fine. Claymeth snorted again, and bowed low to her rider could dismount. As Enyala gave her green a final pat and turned to go to the windleader's office, she looked up to the heights to see a large brown dragon peering down at her. Enyala shrugged, and asked Claymeth whose brown. Claymeth took a while to answer. Kozuth's. Kozuth's? How can a brown be Kozuth's? He's Noni's friend's brown. If it's just her friend..... Noni's friend is her weyrmate. His brown will be Kozuth's, they've got it all planned. Planned? Enyala was just humouring her dragon with idle conversation, and wondered when Noni had chosen a weyrmate. Surely she could have waited until Kozuth had flown first? Noni had spent enough time in the Weyr to know that at least. What if Kozuth didn't like her weyrmate's brown? Then where would she be? Kozuth does like Keroth. Claymeth insisted. Only she doesn't think she does. He dotes on her. Then why is he looking at you with moons in his eyes? It's because he knows I like him, and that I'm rising soon. Taken or not, Kozuth hasn't flown yet, and he is still a male. He needs a female, just like all young males do. You like him love? Who wouldn't? Maybe if Kozuth flies soon, and someone else catches her, maybe then I'll let Keroth fly me. But not until Kozuth decides. Why must Kozuth decide? Enyala asked, getting angry now, even though it had all started off as just simple conversation to pass some time. If she's not going after this male, why shouldn't you? You said you liked him, and if he can't bother to not openly fawn after you, then why should you worry about her? Because Kozuth.... Isn't your concern! You should be your own concern. Worry about yourself first, Kozuth last. That sounds foolish. How would anyone ever have any friends that way? Honestly Enyala, you don't make sense sometimes. I make perfect sense green. Enyala said, temper dying down, but wondering how Claymeth could possibly be so selfless. It was as if her and Noni had gotten their dragons mixed up. She should have had the aggressive Kozuth, and not bothered to tie the uninterested green to any male she didn't want, and Noni take Claymeth, as both that pair thought only of others, and would make a fine happy family once that Keroth flew Claymeth. Enyala shook her head, shocked at her thoughts. How could she be so cruel to think that? What would Claymeth say if she knew? Enyala sighed. Claymeth would say it was perfectly natural to think of those things sometimes, and wouldn't hold a grudge or even get a little ticked off. I don't deserve that green. And she deserves much more than me. Enyala thought solemnly, and entered the wingleader's office to report for training. |