Morning Star Weyr

G'fin sighed as Bazorth trumpeted to Lathtoria's Gold Giyath, She's very pretty, G'fin.   "I guess, Baz," G'fin sighed, glancing over at Ritaika. "But isn't Lokath better?" No, G'fin, I think Giyath is one of the best looking golds I've ever seen. Lokath is all right, but Giyath is the one I like, Bazorth sighed.   G'fin nodded, "All right, Baz. Whatever you say."   Giyath is going to rise soon. The first gold at Morning Star. I would be very proud to be the sire of that clutch, Bazorth sighed.   "Whatever, Baz," G'fin sighed, not picking up on what his dragon had just said.   G'fin, I want to chase Giyath, Bazorth said outright. I want to chase, and I want to win.   G'fin glanced over at Bazorth, "You can't be serious."   I'm very serious, G'fin, Bazorth sighed. Sign me up so she can rise. ***   G'fin had been relieved when his Bazorth didn't win Giyath's flight. He had had his eye on one of the candidates in Talor Cliff''s last clutch, and now that she had Impressed a Gold, he had his chance. All he had to do was convince Bazorth that she was worthy of him.   "Baz," G'fin said one night.   Sure, G'fin, Bazorth sighed. I've been itching for another chance at a gold.   "Baz?" G'fin sighed. "What do you mean? You think she's just another gold, don't you?"   Of course, Bazorth sighed. Giyath was the one I loved, but she had to be caught by the stupid red.   "But you will chase?" G'fin sighed.   Yes, Bazorth said.   "Good," G'fin sighed. "I'll go sign you up."