candidate | jr.weyrling | sr.weyrling | adult | stats | Aneris Weyr
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Shalna's arriving today! P'sol announced, leaping up from his desk and pushing aside his hidework as he read the letter. Mavcha eyed him annoyedly before winking between and back to her owner. Did you hear me Arzanth? Shalna and Nachth are coming today!
I heard, Arzanth replied from where he was lounging on his couch. I just don't see why you're so excited. It's just another rider. Not even a queenrider.
It's Shalna! P'sol tried to explain. And don't be so snooty about Nachth not being a gold. Gold's are far more common than blacks, so just think about that before you go complaining.
I just don't see why I'm the one bronze whose rider has to go wild over a girl who doesn't ride gold, Arzanth complained. I wouldn't have anyone else as my rider, but I would prefer if you took more interest in queenriders rather than blackriders.
It happens to plenty of bronzes, P'sol informed his dragon indignantly. Weyrlingmaster H'ril's Rajinorth is quite happy with Fadra's Sangath. Says that catching a green is like catching ten queens.
That's his opinion, Arzanth retorted. He happens to prefer greens, I happen to prefer queens, nothing else to it.
Well I like Shalna, who happens to ride a black, whom I think you will like plenty when you meet her. The question is, will Nachth allow such a disrespectful bronze to catch her in a mating flight, P'sol told his bronze. Shalna'll be here any moment, and I expect you to be the nice mannered, well behaved bronze you really aren't.
Arzanth climbed to his feet in one fluid motion and looked back at P'sol with a quizzical look on his face. If you feel so string about this Shalna, the bronze mused, I suppose the least I can do is make an effort to like her dragon.
P'sol breathed a sigh of relief as he checked his hair in the mirror. That's all I ask of you, Zanth. And from what Shalna tells me, it won't take much of an effort to like her.
P'sol and Arzanth arrived in the weyrbowl just as Shalna and Nachth were emerging from between above them. Rider and dragon watched the pair circle lazily down and land in the weyrbowl. Arzanth studied the black dragon's shape and form. She was indeed as big as any queen her age that he'd seen, and thrice as graceful. She's a beautiful dragon, Arzanth had to admit grudgingly.
I thought you'd say that, P'sol replied, grinning as he watched the pair descend further into the weyrbowl and finally land, sending up a small could of dust. Shalna had barely dismounted when P'sol ran up to her and embraced her, pushing her back for a moment and kissing her soundly.
"Welcome home," he said, grinning from ear to ear. "You're more beautiful than when you left."
"And I see you haven't changed a bit," Shalna replied, though her smile softened her sharp words. "What's Arzanth's opinion of Nachth?" from the worried look in her blue eyes it was obvious that Shalna had been thinking about this a lot.
"I believe his exact words when he saw her were 'she's a beautiful dragon'," P'sol assured her, still grinning. "I'm sure they'll get along fine, as long as Nachth doesn't mind a pompous, conceited bronze."
"As long as he doesn't mind a sharp-tounged ham of a black," Shalna replied, sounding very relieved. "I'm glad to be back. I can't tell you how much I've missed you. This was the earliest I could get permission to transfer."
"I think I have some idea," P'sol replied, wrapping his arm around Shalna's shoulders and holding her close to him. "It's good to have you back. Quinalt's seemed very lonely since you left."
Arzanth and Nachth heard none of this exchange. The two dragons were silently sizing eachother up. So, Arzanth began at last, breaking the silence, you're Shalna's Nachth.
The black dragon looked up at him. So, she replied, you're P'sol's Arzanth.
They stood in silence for a moment before Arzanth spoke again. Feel like a swim?
Definetly, Nachth replied, do you have any idea how dusty this weyr is? and the two started off towards the lake, tails and wings brushing now and again.
"I think they're getting along fine," P'sol remarked as he and Shalna followed their dragons down to the lake.
"As if they'd be any other way," Shalna replied, resting her head on P'sol's shoudler as they walked.
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