"Y-yes," she managed. She felt joy and pain, grief and fear, love and...no, not hate. se could never hate Dardueth.

"What are dragon eggs like?" she inquired interestedly. Flare shifted from foot to foot, fanning her wings in mild discomfort, but not overly so.

She felt so weak, so overwhelmed, so very, very tired. Beside her, Dardueth stood, still bloody, but eyes whirling a concerned yellow. Trying to remember her classes, she stiffed her back and shakingl

She went. Not out of a sense of duty, but because he was a friendly, if unfamiliar, face who offered her answers. Dardueth beside her, they left the horrors on the sands behind. She only wished she co

She looked away, looked down and found herself lost for a moment in the swirling gaze of the dragonet. She stared, the sight of blood and gore still present, but taking on a somewhat dream-like qualit

"No, she's T'rif's girl," he said. "I don't doubt there's a line of Healers to assist her, though."

Yiyu blanched, but stood straight and took Rennitz's hand for just a moment before carefully releasing it, aware of all the restrictions on both of them. "Does anyone have any word on her? And that gr

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Yiyu blinked, surprised at the look given her. Then her face fell. She hadn't gotten Rennitz anything. With Mertrith to tend to, the tradition had flown right out of her head. Still, she smiled to see

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"That one dragon," V'drare temporized, "could save a single life or many fighting Thread. There's no telling. But it does seem....horrendous and very unfare to the youngling who Impressed her."

"No one can say," V'drare murmured. He shook his head, not unmoved by his words, not unaware that they might be very true. "I suspect we'll have to wait and see." Just then, a nose slipped into his ha

His words came to her in a sort of echoing silence. The world was trembling, fading in and out. The hand she extended abruptly had a bloody muzzle in it. She swallowed hard and managed a very subdued,

"WHo do we pity?" V'drare inquired softly. "The dead, the injured, or the Impressed?"

"Last I looked, yes." There was no rancor in the answer, just a deep tiredness. He guided his wher towards the three dimly lit figures, a smile tugging at his lips in spite of all that had been happen

V'drare listened to the night from where Vaidrarsk had paused to sniff at the ground. Faranth knew the tiredness he felt wouldn't be alleviated by an evening walk, but perhaps some of the restlessness

"Yiyu of green Mertrith," she answered, taking the other Weyrling's hand in a swift handshake.

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"Once or twice," Yiyu admitted, "but it was more for my comfort than hers." She smiled at the newcomer to conversation. "I don't believe I've met you formally."

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Yiyu smiled brilliantly. She reached out, then dropped her hand, remembering the rules of this little get-together. "You, more than anyone else, helped me stay strong and learn who and what I am, Renn

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(( There! There you are! My Trifali, you shall share this with me! Share the delight of what I have done, feel the energy that surges within me! Yes, we shall hunt together and it will be WONDROUS! ))

Yiyu considered the questions. How was she, truly? "It is a little lonely. I miss you most of all. Mertrith is doing wonderfully, though," she added, exchanging a smile that they both no couldhaving I

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"He's gorgeous," the older Weyrling pronounced before she smiled brilliantly at Rennitz. "I've heard so much about the hatching, it's hard to know what you should believe." A pause. "Faranth's first e

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