Bree and Usodoith's weyr

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She is going to be a grand queen someday, bespoke a clear voice in Bree's head, one which wasn't her own dragon. And, oddly, though Usodorith could tell there had been someone else in her rider's mind, she did not get the communication. Bree looked around, nervous. It is all right. There is no need to panic. Your father has met me, he wonders if you will be strong enough to be one of my own kind. "Your kind?" Bree asked, aloud. She looked about. This was like no voice she'd ever heard. Something clung to her mind, something dusty and feeling rather like the desert. My kind, sweet. You know that Shard is one of mine, a fine work of art. And his beautiful weyrmate Rue. You ought not to try setting my rider and myself up with some blue rider, whoever you are! Exclaimed Usodorith. She was irate, and well deservedly so! Get out of my rider's mind! We do not even fly properly yet. I will not between for your amusement! The voice paled, then apologized without words. Then, disappeared entirely. "I wonder what... who... that was!" Bree said, eyes filling with tears. Though she had gotten rather good at using her mental senses, that mind was so much more powerful than any she'd felt before, it almost felt like he tried to invade her and make her do some strange bidding! But Uso... ahh, her wonderful dragon! She saved the day, didn't she! Bree promised Usodorith that she'd get whatever treat, be it a trip to the lake, extra servings of fish treats, or a good old fashioned hand scratching everywhere in the world, just for what she'd done.

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It was a good day to fly. Usodorith's wings stretched to their fullest, and she caught the updraft over Talor's caldera. Bree laughed musically -- she did everything musically of course, and they veered over the weyr proudly. Am I not the most beautiful queen in the world? Usodorith bespoke. You are to me! And I'm sure that those bronze and brown boys down there think so too! As long as you and your mate the black-haired one feel it, that is all I care about. Bree warmed again to the love that Usodorith had for Adlari. Though he was not a rider, he had gotten his Mastery in harper craft, drumming for the Protectorate was a truly important job and he took it as seriously as he had his proposal for handfasting. She had accepted of course, she could not -- would not -- live without him near her. And since she was a gold rider, he had to know that there would be exceptions for her heart... Though she loved him, she must allow her gold to rise, and that might cause jealousy among the men. For if a queen rose and her rider wasn't able to give her heart to her mate... The clutches always suffered. Bree promised Weyrwoman Falora, as well as Weyrleader Shard, that she would be happy with whatever could be arranged. That she herself, would never want to be a weyrwoman, only best serving as a junior queen rider for the Protectorate. Usodorith, while she echoed the feeling of pride in being allowed to have a permanently mated rider, seemed to feel a tingle of regret. Might her rider be more happy if she had been a green? Or even a blue? Ahh.... but that was not what she was! A queen -- a large one at that -- among the fine bronzes and browns... And even Shard's blue Jeremoth had his moments. Though he could never fly her! Someday soon, they would find out just who would fly this beautiful queen!