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Brown Oleath and his rider Andal had begun weyrling classes. How much Andal couldn't
wait until he was able to fly free. He hadn't been able to yet. Oleath had grown so fast and
was a full weyrling in no time at all. Oleath had found his singing talent much like his
mother and would often hum a tune. Andal loved to hear his dragon sing and would join in
sometimes.
Andal sat watching his dragon sore high in the sky, he couldn't wait
to get up there with him. He should be old enough soon but he watched eagerly
still as his dragon swooped and cut flips.
"Why don't you come down here with me Oleath, I think I am getting
jealous!"
"Don't be jealous my friend, I am learning
how to fly for you, so one day you can join me safely, you wouldn't want
me to be a bad flier would you?"
"No Oleath I guess not.... but aren't you getting
hungry, it is growing dark. So you better come down my friend."
"If I must..."
Oleath swooped down gracefully, and landed with
a soft thud and together they walked to the grazing field.
