Morning Star Weyr

Liazeth sighed. The small white could have been on larger than half a green, but she was spirted little fighter. Quadora refused to let her use firestone; however, since she was certain that it would make her beloved white sterile.   Did you not read the information, Quadora? Liazeth sighed. I can chew firestone and not become sterile.   "I don't believe it!" Quadora shouted. "How is that possible?"   I don't know the science behind it, but that's what it says, Liazeth sighed. Please, Quadora, I want to flame.   "We can fight just as well with a flamethrower," Quadora said.   Maybe in the queen's wing, but not in a fighting one, Liazeth sighed. We're going to be in a special's wing here, but at Falas...   "A wing were firestone is essential," Quadora sighed. "All right, but if you don't clutch, don't blame it on me!"   I will, ridermine, and it will be a beautiful clutch. I promise, Liazeth sighed. ***   Liazeth sighed as she watched the weyrbrat run across the weyr, Many of them will be searched in the next turn.   "Really, Lia?" Quadora asked. "They're quite young."   They will age, Liazeth sighed. Besides, age does not matter to a dragon who is a match for them. They are very empathetic.   "I'm sure," Quadora sighed.   Few would have said you could have Impressed, Liazeth growled, but you did, and very well.   "Really? I thought that I..."   The Searchdragon could tell, and so could I, Liazeth sighed. You were a fine search, and so are many of them. Continue...