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  It just figures that you'd come down with a cold the day of first flights, Talveth grumbled as she stood at the door of the weyrling barracks and watched yet another of her clutchmates launch herself into the clear skies.
They'll just reschedule us for another day, Syatti reminded her dragon from where she sat curled up on her bed, sipping at a tea she'd brewed with a few cough-fighting herbs. At least you don't have a sharding cold. Still, Talveth persisted, not to be comforted, we'll probably be the last to fly. If you'd stop complaining and let me rest, we could fly sooner because I'd be over this sharding cold quicker, Syatti snapped, tired of her dragon's complaints and too sick to be nice. Why do you humans get sick so often? Talveth sighed. And always at the worst times. Just to annoy our dragons, Syatti replied sarcastically. Whenever I feel like making your life miserable, I instantly become sick. Talveth yawned. You don't have to be so mean about it. You wouldn't be in such a great mood yourself if your head was so stuffed up it was about to explode.  | ||||||||||||
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