Corellia

Lasair Weyr
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"Remember now, weyrlings, you may fly a little farther each day--we don't want to overstrain young muscles. But under no circumstances can you go between yet! Don't even think about it! That lesson will come in due time. Now off with you!" The Weyrlingmaster dismissed the group with gruff cheerfullness.

I want to fly some more. Please? Senzath asked plaintively, spreading his fragile-looking blue wings to their fullest extent as he and Corellia headed for the Weyrling Barracks.

Corellia laughed softly and rubbed her dragon's upturned head. "Sorry, 'Zath dear, you'll have to wait until tomorrow. Remember what the Weyrlingmaster said!" she reminded the young blue mock-sternly, grinning despite herself. "I want to fly just as much as you do! Don't worry, we'll soon be able to move into out own weyrs after the training is done." the rider reassured Senzath, who folded his wings in obedient disappointment.

This bed is so small! I can barely fit! the weyrling blue complained petulantly, squirming uncomfortably in his now under-sized dragon couch in the Barracks. Corellia sighed good-naturedly and rolled her eyes.

What would her mother think of her now, the rider of a blue dragon? The older woman had had firm notions that only boys should rider male dragons, and look now! Corellia grinned. "You're already more like a boy than any girl has the right to be." her mother had said. What would she say now?

"All right, m'love, what's your order for today?" Corellia asked teasingly as she mounted. Wherry. A nice juicy plainland wherry, none of that stringy mountain type. And maybe a small herdbeast to finish it off. Senzath declared thoughtfully, unfazed, as he took off from the weyr ledge towards the Feeding Grounds. Mmmhmm. I think there's still a couple Keroon-bred wherries in the pens, and of course there's plenty of herdbeasts for you to choose from. the rider replied mentally, as it was too windy to be heard vocally.

Senzath dropped Corellia off to one side and bounded with agile grace into the pens. The blue neatly dispatched one of the plump-looking wherries, fastidiously picking his talons clean when he finished. With another leap Senzath pounced on a young bovine and quickly devoured it. Seeing her dragon looking quite sated, Corellia asked if he wanted his bath now. Yes, I don't want this blood caking on my muzzle. the blue dragon decided, winging the short disatnce over to the lake. His rider jogged leisurely over, diving into the semi-warm water with a scrubbing brush.

Senzath entered the water in a more dignified manner, slowly wading in until he was halfway submerged. The effect was shattered as Corellia splashed her dragon playfully, laughing.

Senzath roared in surprise and surged out of the water, knocking his rider down with the resulting wave. Corellia spluttered, still laughing, as her green-white watch-wher, Windleaf, was caught by some of the droplets and hissed for her injured pride.