Ulania was awaken by a loud noise. Started, she sat up and looked around her weyr. Ziarrath was sleeping peacefully. She heard it again, and looked down to see the still form of A'ao, mouth wide and snoring loudly.
    "Uhhnn." Ulania moaned, throwing her pillow on his head in attempts to muffle the sound. She lay back down, but could not go back to sleep. Restlessely she rose and crossed the weyr to her desk. If she could not sleep, perhaps she could do something useful. A loud snoring from across the room indicated that the pillow had fallen. With another moan, Ulan began to sift through the piles of records A'ao had deposited there. She squinted at it, trying to make out the words written there.
    "Chicken scratch." She muttered. "Who can read this? Honestly, the Weyrleader should have some decent handwriting. I could strangle him sometimes. " A stir from behind her indicated that Ziarrath had awaken.
    What is that dreadfull noise? She asked sleepilly.
    "It's A'ao." With an exasperated sigh Ulan returned to her records. "Ugg, that man..."
    What do you mean? I thought you liked him.
    "I do, but ugggg." Ulania held up the unlegible record in vein, and right on cue a flit flew into the room and snatched the parchment from her hand. Ziarrath began to laugh her strange draconic laugh.
    "Noon!" Ulania exclaimed, rising to chase after the fire-lizard.

The flit darted across the weyr to drop the parchemnt on A'ao's head.
"I give up, just take it." Exhausted, Ulan and Ziarrath went back to bed, just as A'ao woke up. "What's going on?" He asked, picking up the parchment that had been resting on his nose. Ulan just laughed.