Kastubath O'lor leads you past the empty wallow to the ledge that is usually used for a fully-grown dragon, but now has a large blue weyrling, warmed by the rays of the sun.  "This," O'lor says, "Is Kastubath." For a moment you can't see what he's so happy about; the blue is, if anything, larger and lest graceful than the rest of the blues in the clutch, and his coloring isn't harper or ocean, nor sky or midnight.  No, this dragonet happens to be a very, erm, eye-catching shade of blue.  It is bright, vibrant, and looks horribly out of place on this huge ledge.  He also has a strange lump between his shoulders. "I know, he's so much better than the rest of the blues, isn't he?" O'lor asks, smiling as he stands on his tip-toes to gently scracth Kastubath's eyeridge. Rembering how each dragonet is better than all of the others to their rider, you nod in agreement, and notice that the "lump" was indeed Ylaay, curled up to sleep on Kastubath's back.  "So, the killer blue firelizard likes him?" "Yes, Ylaay absoloutely adores Kastubath, and I think that it has to do with the fact that they are the same color."  O'lor can't smiling, and you think that it might be time to go ahead and get back to your crafthall. "Thanks, O'lor, but I have to go," You say, stand up, and stretch, turning back to O'lor's Weyr.