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R'jen & Ahroqaanth Ahroqaanth sighed as the knews of yet another Hatching made its way to the weyrlings. They are going to run out of room in the barracks, he warned his rider. R'jen pulled on a tunic and stole a quick look in his tiny mirror. We'll be out of it soon enough. Besides, they found a way to house all those flurry dragons, right? I'm sure this'll be nothing. Still... the light blue grumped, you know it'll be the senior weyrlings who end up with the short end of the deal. Stop worrying, R'jen told his dragon. Worst comes to worst, we'll just have our own weyr sooner than we expected. Which is not nesecarily a bad thing, if you ask me. Ahroqaanth snorted. I guess not. But how're we supposed to get there, smart one? We're not allowed to fly yet. I think they'd fix that, R'jen grinned at the thought. Even the greens are big enough, and I doubt the weyrlingmaster wants one more flightless class on his hands. Ahroqaanth puffed out his chest and fanned his wings proudly. I have been big enough to fly for a long time. R'jen cocked an eyebrow. And those greens have just been holding you back, huh? Ahroqaanth chose to ignore his rider's words and began strutting off towards the Sands with his clutchmates.