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"I think that was the strangest hatching that I've ever been to," Wyand said as she leaned up against Iguazath's light-green leg. "Although I'm glad to be back at Tarizal."
So am I. Although those... What do you call them... Midnight dragons were something amazing, Iguazath rumbled. They were rather strange, but amazingly... comforting all at once. I guess it sort of lets me know that my cluctchmates and I aren't the only ones strange. Do you want to go for a swim in the Weyrlake?
"You go ahead, Zath," Wyand said, smiling up at her dragon. "I'll stay here and... think." As the white-green spread her shaded wings and dropped down to the Weyrlake, thoughts began to course through Wyand's mind. The Weyrlingmaster had said that, from what he could tell, the half-white dragons would be like normal dragons, and Wyand knew that was to every extent. Although a few of the greenriders in her class had fed their greens firestone, Wyand hadn't, hoping that Iguazath might rise to mate and lay eggs.
Wyand had heard a few of the green and goldriders in her clutch conversing. "With the way that green acts, she'll probably end up chasing instead of rising. I'm actually surprised that Wyand Impressed a green; I thought that she might not be entirely accepted at a cothold for certain reasons," One of the girls had said. Wyand hadn't forgotten that comment, and still smarted sharply under it. She had become a loner in her Weyrling class, although N'ral talked to her enough to ease the lonlieness... And Iguazath was there, but Iguazath couldn't be in the dining hall whenever Wand overheard those sharp comments to take comfort in. Atleast, not in the physical sense.
And, only telling Iguazath where she was going, Wyand rushed off to the Lower Caverns, ignoring a few snide comments from that same group of her former classmates, since they'd all graduated, on her way.
"Isn't he adorable?" Wyand asked Iguazath, staring down at the little bundle of brown in her arms. The hatchling firelizard creeled softly, his stomach still bloated from all of the meat that Wyand had fed him.
He is cute,but he's also so... Normal, Iguazath said as she "looked" through Wyand's eyes at the firelizard. But definately cute. Can he scratch me whenever I take a bath in the Weyrlake? I do itch...
"Not today!" Wyand laughed. "He's still a baby. What are we going to call him, anyways?"
Trid. Definately Trid.
"Why Trid?" Wyand asked strangely, the brown flit beginning to drift off to sleep again, snoring slightly.
Because it's 'dirt' backwards. Igauzath seemed exasperated, as though any one ought to of figured that out. And the name stuck.
