“Oh I miss it so much,” Sherese cooed as she leaned on the wooden fencing that surrounded the glasscraft kilns and watched some of the latest apprentices work the molted glass. So this is what you did before me? the silvery voice of the young woman’s silvered green asked, It is very interesting, could they make a piece like me? The Ryslen bred dragon sniffed at the heat that came from the kilns though she continued to lay down a distance away.

“You looked like a moving piece of green glass to me when you hatched,” Sherese smiled as she turned her eyes away from her old craft for a moment, “I’m sure if we asked Master Honana if she or one of the others could. Journeyer may do it for you.” I think I would rather the younger ones do it, they have such a flare for the craft… even if they don’t get things right most of the time. “I’ll see what can be done… but Honana will probably assign the Journeyers or even do it herself instead.” The dragon snorted at this, it was obviously not something she’d wanted to hear even from her own rider.

“She seems a bit cranky today,” a voice interrupted Sherese’s thinking. The silvered-green rider didn’t even have to look at the speaker to know it was her brown riding brother L’ron.

“Oh keep to your Giblieth and don’t worry about Rytaloth,” Sherese snipped back at the man, her voice cracking with the scratchiness that had been caused years ago by a mistake she’d made in her craft. The small sized brown who was seated near by blinked. They both seem annoyed to me. Oh, hush, you! Rytaloth hissed back at the brown. Both brown and rider looked at one another.

“OK, where are the eggs?” L’ron started in as serious as he had ever been, “You too are acting way too uppity to not be hiding eggs, now where are they.” A low rumble issued form Rytaloth while her tail lashed in annoyance at the brown rider’s assumptions.

“What are you talking about, L’ron?” Sherese replied whipping around to look at the much taller man, “We don’t have any eggs.”

“That may be true but from what I can see,” L’ron replied with a smirk, “It won’t be so in a few months.” Sherese opened her mouth to retaliate when she noticed Giblieth inching away from her silver-green dragon while still looking at her very intently.

“Shells, I didn’t realize,” Sherese winced and walked up to Rytaloth who grudgingly finally looked away from the brown, “I knew she should have been going into season soon, but I didn’t realize.”

“Neither did anybody else it seems,” L’ron replied for once being truly sincere, “Maybe you should go talk to Quachir about the flight boards at Seiryuu Weyr?”

“She actually talked to me the other day about this,” Sherese replied to her brother, “She said that there probably won’t be any room for Rytaloth on the sands at the time she clutches.”

“So somewhere else then?” L’ron replied as he walked up to Giblieth and the brown lowered himself as well as offering a foreleg to mount him.

“Yes,” Sherese replied staying on the ground and stroking the green’s glass like features, “she mentioned a few that might be looking for females to take up the sands.”

“Like where?”

“I think she told me to think heavily about Kanarsh Weyr”

“Hey, she had me visit there the other day,” L’ron replied, “check in on things, leave a note with the Weyrwoman and such, see if I could get myself a fire lizard finally.”

“Sometimes I can’t believe anybody would trust you,” Sherese replied as she finally mounted Rytaloth, “and I doubt she sent you to get a fire lizard for yourself.”

“Ah, I can dream can’t I?” L’ron sigh and Giblieth seemed to chuckle under him, “Let’s go take a look, if they take your offer I’m sure we can find a fire lizard that will take a letter back to Quachir and tell her what’s going on.”

“You’d be able to fly back and tell her.”

“You’re in your first flight,” L’ron snorted, “And I’ll be Thread Scored before I let some unknown man take you to bed without meeting him first.”

“You might not be able to meet them all before she flies, L’ron,” Sherese scolded, “Aside from that, aren’t you afraid Giblieth will try to fly Rytaloth?”

“He thinks Rytaloth’s ugly,” L’ron lied through his teeth, “Aside from that I wouldn’t let him.”

“You are still the worst liar in the world,” Sherese called back at him, “but enough of that, let’s get going. With luck we’ll be in and possibly be given a place to stay till she flies and clutches.”

Females are always this cranky. Why would I want to fly them? Because we both would like to get women and if possible have families someday, Gib. Too true, too true.