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"And thank you for bringing them," Chuang tossed her head at V'ax and Shim'a, and she noticed that the other odder elements of Alabaster had come along as well. Chuang sprinted over to them, when her little green Chaybeth was resting. Stuffed full of meat from the kitchens made specially for the hatchlings, Chaybeth groggily looked up and tried to focus on her lifemate.
Rider mine! Chuang! Where are you?
"Silly, I'm right here," she said softly. "I'm showing you off to my friends in the Glass craft... They like you!"
"Of course we do!" Shim'a said, "You'll both be great additions to one of our wings when they're old enough."
His blue dragon warbled something, and a tiny blue beside him chittered a strangely wordlike response. Taishen approached Chuang with his own beautiful blue hatchling, Arfeth, by his side. The blue set down next to his green clutchmate, and they went immediately to sleep.
"She suits you," Taishen said of the green.
"And he is lovely," Chuang responded. She stole a little kiss from Taishen, sure that the sleeping dragonets wouldn't mind.
"I know you will both make me very proud," Uzume said, walking by with the rider of tiny blue Sixth by her side. They could not have been more opposite if only his black hair wasn't exactly as long as her white, but Chuang noticed something odd about the way his sad blue eyes looked at her. Chuang bowed to them, thanked Uzume (and privately whispered a thanks for having born her lovely red-haired son just for her, eliciting a giggle from the elder woman) and turned back to attending her hatchling.
For long minutes, they stared at their matched pair of dragons.
Chuang said, "I didn't like the way that man looked at me, Taishen," she said, "the blue rider with your mother."
"He is not a rider, he is a ... healer, I think."
"A healer with a dragon. That's new." She said, uncomfortable with the memory. She was certain his eyes were on her even now.
"Usually you don't mind when someone looks at you, my love." Taishen smiled. "Perhaps his blue and mine will have to be rivals."
With shock on her face, Chuang turned to her tall lover. "Don't suggest that, Tai. He's so much older... No!" Finally she laughed. "We will come to that when and if we must... I suppose. Now, we should get out lovely little lifemates into our weyrs... And I shall see more of you in about... one and a half Turns..."
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That's easy for you to say, Chuang! You don't have six limbs! I can't get them going in the right direction all at once!!
The dragon obviously panicked, and the weyrlingmaster C'gall shook his head in typical fashion. She'd just have to calm down and try it again in a few minutes. Most likely, the green would have forgotten all about it by then.
"I am not," T'shen responded, smiling over his steaming mug. "Besides... I am quite proud of my beautiful blue. And also," he narrowed his yellow eyes with a pleasant and playful smirk, "a bronze would be far too large to catch your quick and talented green in her Flights, now wouldn't he?"
Surprise hit Chuang like a Threadscore. "She -- that is... Well!" She stammered. "I know. You're right as usual my love..." Her green eyes adopted a coy light. "And just what are you suggesting? That perhaps now that our dragons are adults that we might... Get a little closer again?"
Oh how she hoped! She had seen the jealous looks on the weyr girls here at Dawn Sisters, and would be seeing them again when they drifted back to the Protectorate. But for the moment, and hopefully for always, T'shen would be hers.
As handsome Arfeth will be mine too, Chaybeth added mentally. Chuang laughed.
He will be one of many to try flying you, my love. Are you sure he can?
I will only be flown by who I choose, Chuang! And if you think your mate T'shen has raised his blue Arfeth to be a slow, bumbling blue... You're crazy! I have seen him in the skies! He is ... lovely!
Chuang giggled. T'shen had not listened in on their conversation, but he obviously caught the gist of it.
"She should be picky," he said, "after all, she's the finest green on the planet!"
