| Moree looked at her beautiful Alsyth. The queen now, full fledged and out of training, Alsyth was a force to be reckoned with. Moree enjoyed the looks on peoples' faces in and around Moon Shadow when they encountered one of the larger dragons they'd ever seen. Moree, unlike some goldriders, didn't keep her queen locked up and hidden away for only the weyrfolk to see. She was out on Alsyth all the time. Mostly flying between here and DawnSisters, as Amera had already started Moree's second-in-command training. Alsyth didn't like DawnSisters that well, mostly because of the Sr. Queen who Alsyth deemed unbearable. This worried Moree a little bit, what if it interfered with flying Thread? Or working with the Weyrwoman? Or any number of other things. It's not my fault that that pretentious, over-bearing, haughty thing is already at the Weyr where you want to go. Alsyth said dryly, and Moree smiled. Good old Alsyth, innocent of every wrongdoing. |