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"Actually, no. I'm not going to go as far as to say Foreth likes me, but she seems to tolerate me better than any of the other apprentices." She shrugged. "Maybe she respects the fact that I'm not afr

"Yeah, I guess," Mendl said. "She really doesn't like it when I get mad at her for yelling at Foreth. And really, I have no right to say anything. But it's hard not to when you see how much a dragon i

Lately Valesa had been wanting more. More what, she didn't know. While it didn't bring her down, she hadn't been quite as bubbly as normal. Maybe it was the eggs on the Sands. Ever Hatching, she remem

It had been three months since Tamalak's unexpected Impression to the tunnelwhere, Chato. The novelty for the other wherhandlers--both with and without whers--had worn off. Now he noticed that he was

"We-ell," Mendl said, drawing the word out, but she couldn't take it anymore. "Foreth was having trouble, and you know how I've been taking care of her leg? Well, she told Kassia--I mean, the Weyrwoma

Mendl partially grimaced and nodded. "I know. I've been taking care of Foreth's leg--she chases some of the other apprentices off. They need to understand they won't get very far in dragonhealing if t

"Oh, there you are!" Mendl chirped, peeking into the prep room. She'd already tried several others, but the dragon Infirmary wasn't that big. Okay, it was. At least, the enclaves where they kept the s

The Weyrwoman had given Mendl permission to stay on the Sands to keep an eye on Foreth, but she didn't say anything about not talking to anyone--especially if they were there. She hadn't had a chance

Mendl got back to the Candidate Barracks tired, dirty...and elated. She would happily miss every party in the future if she got to experience this type of thing every time. Imagine! She saw all of For

Mendl swallowed. Hard. "Uh, yeah. And, that red one looks like something I wash out of my monthlies. But the glassy one is kind of pretty." Usually the eggs all had a happy glow to them, no matter who

#clutching

Mendl was in the Dragon Infirmary doing apprentice dragonhealer stuff when Eyesis came chittering up to her, followed by another flit. "Awww, Eyesis, do you have a new boyfriend?" she asked. The look

#clutching

"Well, I'm sure when the firelizards talk to him, he hears them differently," R'zzon said thoughtfully. She was good at interpreting her flits, so how she missed that... {{They didn't understand what

"Then I guess we buy your Gather dress at the end of the day, rather than now?" Mendl said, mischievous. She wasn't sure whether she'd be going to the dance or not. It wasn't like she had anyone to go

Panagath? Helping with the clinic? R'zzon shook his head as he knelt down to look at the drawing. {{I'm not just a pretty face. I have thoughts too.}} [[Yes, you do.]] "This is very well thought out.

"Yeah, I noticed you weren't on the rotation that day," Mendl said with no trace of rancor. "Larsin tries to make things as fair as possible. So," she pointed to a stall selling flit-wings. "Our first

R'zzon came out of the Dragonriders' Hall. immediately glancing up at the Rim--something he'd done since Weyrlinghood. Panagath wasn't at his usual spot; odd for this time of day. He wasn't on their w

"Thank you, Ponth," Mendl said, stroking her neck. "You enjoy that man of yours." She studied the gaily waving flags of the Gather, smelled the scents from different food carts, compartmentalizing the

{{You are trusted more than you know. Remember to trust them, too. They are smarter than you think. They know things.}} This was something she'd have to work on for herself. He couldn't explain it--th