Knots and Thread "Well, Giardeth, we did it," T'mal said proudly to his little blue, who turned his faceted eyes on the wingrider's knots.  "What do you think?" I wish that we could of grown up sooner.  Giardeth sighed, and T'mal knew what he ment.  It had been rather hard for him during weyrling training, being a rather gawky teenager.  Now, though, he was a wingrider. "Do you want to transfer somewhere, or do you want to stay here?" He asked, remembering that the blue had been complaining about his cramped weyrspace.  True, it was a small weyr, but not too small for the blue.  However, he'd insisted that it was too small. Tarizal Weyr is nice, Giardeth said.  They have small wings to flame Thread, and need more riders.  What do you think? "I think that if you want to, then it's entirely your choice," T'mal said, patting the blue hide.  "Just make sure that you choose well. Tarizal it is, then! Hatchling Weyrling Aneris Weyr