Xirameth hissed her dismay as she stared at the large print of the flight boards of Dark Moon Weyr. <<This won�t do,>> she said firmly. <<This won�t do at all. Khura, I need to be on the flight board. And there are so many /other/ females ahead of me. Stealing chasers that should be mine. Sign me up, please. I�ll out-fly them all.>>
�Xir�� Khuraute hesitated, searching for the right words. �I don�t know if there will be a lot of chasers. Not that /you/ aren�t the perfect beauty, but your rider is a lot older than most of the younger males.�
<<So I�ll find some older ones that could find a thermal without watching wherries. Some with /experience/. I�ve gotten you this far, Khuraute, haven�t I? Didn�t you think you were too old for /me/, too? So hush, now, and go sign us up.>>
�As you say, O mistress of the impossible,� Khuraute replied with a sigh. |
