Taur, isn't it great! Soon I'll be able to fly! And then, nobody will care about your leg. Nobody cares now, here in the Weyr. But when I can Fly, you can Ride me, and we can Fly everywhere! And then I can really Fly, and all the males will Chase me, and then you'll get a mate! Until the next time, anyway. Isn't it great? Tauryn smiled at Lovanith's use of the word 'soon'. She was barely a sevenday old. And grown so fast... Tauryn looked over the dragon. Hide of a beautiful green shaded into a pure white, like her mother. Strong wings, and strong legs. She was absolutely perfect in everyway. Physically, and in her personality. She was fun-loving, excitable and ready for anything. And she wasn't going to take anything from anyone, as Tauryn had found out earlier.

Must you bring that up? groaned Lovanith, interrupting Tauryn's thoughts.

"The truth is, Love, that it was a very funny thing, to tell that man off. He only wanted to see if you were healthy." Lovanith pouted.

I know that now. But his hands were rough! They hurt my skin. Speaking of rough, Taur, I need an oiling. Tauryn shuffled over to the Light Green and applied the oil, rubbing it in. Lovanith purred contendedly, and Tauryn knew that they were meant for each other.