They were so glad to finally reach Keandyn Weyr. It was their new home. A few other folks from the Flurry Flight were also moving to Keandyn. There were many stares at the strange dragons arriving, mostly at Aysha's Sicarlith. The purple colour was different, to say the least. But Aysha didn't care. In fact, she enjoyed the attention. And when the Weyrwoman, Lissa, came running out to greet the group of new arrivals, her gaze lingered the longest on Sicarlith.

They love me. All of them. They simply adore me.

Oh, and she's so very modest, don't you think, Andyn? Andyn laughed. Sicarlith snorted. Aysha shook hands with the Weyrwoman. Andyn stepped up just to hear the end of their conversation.

"And when she rises, imagine what her offspring will be like!" Aysha smiled, and looked at Sicarlith thoughtfully.

"I guess we'll have to wait and see."

"Hopefully we'll have to wait for a long time. I can barely deal with you two now. How will I survive when you both are all proddy-like?" Jaonath errupted into laughter, the Weyrwoman hid a smile, Aysha snarled, and Sicarlith roared.