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Claymeth? Enyala's mind queried, and she was immediately rewarded with a rush of loving feeling from the small green.
Here Enyala. Claymeth replied, and rubbed her head on Enyala's knee. Enyala smiled, and would have laughed if her voice allowed. She was still in awe of the fact there was someone out there who could hear her talking, hear her "words", instead of just reading her hands. Claymeth was absolutely perfect, and Enyala could think of no one else who meant half as much to her as Claymeth did now. It seemed to Enyala that all the anger of her life at Rathlin emptied the very moment Claymeth spoke. The poor shy little green had been very frightened at her hatching, and only Enyala had showed the right mindset to the frightened green.
That was the day Enyala realized she didn't want to go back to Rathlin either. It might be good to stay here for awhile, but Quinalt didn't speak to her either. Perhaps traveling off somewhere else, where they really needed her, would be best. Ever since she'd Impressed Claymeth, Enyala hadn't heard another dragon speak, and she had no idea why. She'd been angry over that, and not even Claymeth could console her. It was finally her old friend Noni, flying in on her green weyrling (the pair was training as messengers), came in and made Enyala realize the dragons knew she didn't need them all anymore, and had left it to Claymeth to take care of the mute girl. Noni said that Enyala was probably hurting Claymeth more than she realized by being angry with dragonkind for their "abadonement".
Enyala spent an entire day doting on Claymeth, and she knew the green wasn't angry. Enyala decided Noni only said Claymeth would be angry, because Noni's green Kozuth was an aggressive, almost mean green who thought herself greater than any queen. Luckily Kozuth had taken a strong liking for the younger Claymeth, and whenever the two were together, Kozuth would make sure Claymeth and herself were at the top of the dragon pecking order. Noni thought it was humourous, Enyala thought it was wonderful. Faranth knew she couldn't stand up for shy little Claymeth alone. Not with her disability.
Not being able to speak didn't bother Enyala so much anymore, none of the dragonriders minded, because Claymeth could relay Enyala's words through their own beasts, and everyone else was quickly learning the basics of Enyala's hand-speech.
You think to much. Claymeth said softly, and Enyala smiled down at her dragonet.
I don't think so. I've been told I hardly think enough. Enyala felt an irksome mood forming, and she quickly shook it off and looked to Claymeth. There was no time for foolishness if Claymeth needed something. Are you hungry dear? Itchy? Would you like to go outside for a swim?
Is Kozuth coming today? Claymeth asked hopefully, and Enyala smiled.
No love, Noni and Kozuth are still in training, and very busy! They'll be here in a few days.
Oh. Claymeth said, and snorted in a sigh. Can we go outside then? Can Dali come with us?
Of course. Enyala said, and hugged her dragonet. Claymeth crooned with pleasure, and buried her head in Enyala's long hair. The pair was exceptionally affectionate towards one another, probably because they depended on each other so much.
I am kinda hungry too. Claymeth admitted, and Enyala smiled, and took her beautiful dragon to go get fed.

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Enyala looked at her sleeping green and sighed. It seemed that Claymeth was never awake anymore. What happened when she desperately needed to talk? But despite the urgency, Enyala was reluctant to wake Claymeth. Claymeth would be all apologies and sweetness, and Enyala knew she would find it irritable today.
That green needs to grow some gut. Enyala thought, and smiled. She loved Claymeth, loved how innocent the dragoness was, loved her playful nature. But sometimes Enyala couldn't help comparing Claymeth to Kozuth. Kozuth was the most aggressive green Enyala had ever encountered, but Claymeth was as much a pleaser as Kozuth was mean.
Sometimes the girl wondered if that was her own fault, or if it would interfere with fighting in the wings in a turn or two. Claymeth always asked how could it, why would it? She was her, strong and brave and willing perfectly able to flame some stuff from the air. Enyala sighed again, knowing Claymeth was probably right. The green usually was.
Enyala sat up, and looked across the weyr towards the lump that made up her dragon, and noticed that Claymeth's breathing was becoming shallower, and her tail had stopped twitching. Within a few blinks, Claymeth's eyes were open and peering about her. Enyala grinned.
Morning sleepyhead. Now, do you mind if I ask you something?
But before the green could answer, her stomach gave an incredibly loud rumble, and she squawked in despair. Enyala laughed, motioned the green to follow her, and began mentally chatting about her problems that day as the pair made their way towards the weyrbowl.

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