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"She's not mastered enough of the formations," he warned. Zanzibar wasn't sure if he was serious or not.
"Of course she has, she's smart enough to do that at least. Why won't you let us do our flight exersizes!?" Zanzibar said, exasperated. Kohl also seemed a bit miffed.
Perhaps he is right. What if I am not good enough for the training?
"Then what, what happens if we don't pass this training?" Zanzibar addressed not only her dragon's question but her weyrling master's gaze.
"You'll do it again until you do." He said, and was going to turn away, but Zanzibar sensed something else about his attitude. "What is it, if not our performance? I know my methods of teaching her the right moves are a little... odd, but she's learned them and both of us know it."
T'ril halted, and then took a look at the dark-skinned girl behind him. The brilliant gold of her dragon's hide glinted, but then also made him choose to admit the truth.
"I don't have time to explain, but you should know this much, learn from it. Your gold will eventually be a queen some day - and she'll not tolerate others, not even young golds, near her when she's about to fly. Don't you see the boys and their bronzes and browns out there?" He indicated the ridge of riders dens overlooking the lake and interior of the weyr, and then Zanzibar saw them. The bronzes and browns, clumped down by the lake side, looking up at one particular spot on the weyr wall.
"Kohl... let's get you inside, okay?" Zanzibar said, as the weyrling master hurried off to get the girls (and some of the boys) off the fields who had green bonds. The other gold and the white from Kohl's clutch were nowhere in sight, and Zanzibar took T'ril's words to heart: she would now recognize the signs of another queen rising.
I will not be this obstinate when I am going to fly, I promise! Kohlaurnth bespoke, but even Zanzibar didn't hope for her words to be true. She'd be just as apt to want privacy as any - especially if she was as brilliant a gold as the one who took wing in a moment from that ledge...
"Zanzibar and Kohlaurnth ready for service orders, sir!" The dark skinned young woman said, proudly. She gave half a glance at Zudi and his lovely bronze who stood next to them in line. The parade line on the Quinalt fields was quite impressive with the pair of golds and other grand dragons. To the left was the other gold rider, neither of them called queens yet but both due to rise within the next year. She'd recieved her orders and was waiting for the others. The weyrling master held his hand out, waiting for the scribe beside him to get the right scroll.
"Zanzibar, you and Kohlaurnth are to report back to Blackstone Weyr's leaders for your specific orders. I believe you're going to be on diplomatic duty - quite an honor."
Zanzibar blushed, "I'd rather be transporting greenery the way we practiced," but she accepted the duty roster scroll and saluted. Zudi also was to return to the Kshau Protectorate and serve, but Kohl's excited mind blotted out any verbal response that the young man gave.
I will meet everyone! Oh, your family will be so proud of you - I will make your brother see how deserving you are!!
I know I deserved you now, Zanzibar laughingly thought, because no one else would have put up with you this long! Silly girl! We've got to get packing when the line is finished, but then there's a party. Zudi will be able to give us the exact coordinates for our teleport.
You have not forgotten your home, have you? The dragoness asked, shocked.
No, no, I just want to make sure that we get there at the right time and place. I'm halfway likely to port us right to the farm, and that wouldn't work would it? If we're meant to report to the weyr!
Good point - look, that blue has become a search dragon! I knew he would do that!
Always observant. I wonder if you'll meet any deserving males when we get home, or if you'll want to fly somewhere else?
I am not ready for that just yet. My sister is, she will be soon! The dragon bellowed as the last in line got their orders and the class graduated to rider-hood. There were brave brown riders, swift greens, searching blues, and sturdy bronzes to celebrate.