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Ryslen Weyr

Aerski rubbed more oil onto Trazoneth's neck and back. She smiled at him, as he looked up happily.

Thanks, Aer. That feels lots better. She grinned again, so big she felt her cheeks would fall off her face. She had never been so happy. Ever since she Impressed him, she had been giddy with excitement, hardly able to speak. She stuttered over her words, trying to get them out so fast her tongue got tied up in knots.

"Traz, I love you so much." She hugged him around his neck and kissed the top of his head. He looked up at her, eyes swirling contentedly. He was very healthy, hide shiny and rich brown. And his belly was always full of meat. He was growing so fast... As Aerski watched, he blinked once, twice, yawned, and blinked again, like an owl. His head got lower and lower until it was resting on her lap, and his eyes were closed. And that was how he fell asleep, head on Aerski's lap, her hand on his neck.