...You've just got to see this!...

The man who you'd visited perhaps a month before, had a distinct difference about him. He looked the same. He moved the same. He even spoke the same. (And let's not go there again.) But at the same time, his entire being had changed. He seemed more confident, generally happier and maybe just a little proud.

"Filamir," you greet him, wondering if he'll recall you.

"Oh my goodness!" the man cries, throwing his arms in the air and laughing girlishly. "You came back!"

"Well, yes, I..."

"But, you know, it's not Filamir any more," he interrupts with a sparkling grin. "I Impressed, darling! Would you like to meet the man who has become the love of my life?"

You open your mouth to reply, but give up on the effort and nod instead.

"Wonderful! Oh, you'll just love him. He's such a darling!"

You are led through to a new addition to the weyr - a second cavern (painted in the same shade of pink) in which a huge dragon lounges on a pink-furred dragon-couch. For a moment you wonder if it is gold or bronze, but then recall that F'lamir had mentioned the new man in his life. The huge bronze's hide almost sparkles with what appears to be gold fairy dust, and when he raises his wedge-shaped head to examine you, his eyes twinkle a sapphire blue.

}:Oh, Mirri, a visitor! Who is this?:{ he asks, grumbling deep in his throat. Strangely, the rumble sounds distinctly feminine.

"This is a friend of mine from a long way back," F'lamir gushes, placing one manicured hand on his chest. "This," he turns to you, "Is Wirra. Well, actually it's Weerth, but no one calls him that. It doesn't suit him, does it? Much too... macho for such a beautiful beast."

Weerth... Wirra turns to you and blinks long-lashed eyes (yes, this dragon has lashes... don't ask), inclining his head graciously. }:A pleasure,:{ he says via his rider's translation.

You smile honestly. "What a beautiful dragon," you say honestly. He really was quite charming.

If Wirra were human, Wirra would have blushed. But, as it were, Wirra merely clucked approvingly. }:I could say the same for you, but I am rather more pretty, aren't I?:{

F'lamir again translated, his eyes shining with adoration as he did so.

You continue the exchange of compliments in the same manner for a while, and when it appears you're not going anywhere fast, you make your apologies.

"Please, do come back soon!"

"Oh," you reply with a chortle. "I will."

Darling, I Just Must Tell You...

...Well, when I was hatched I was called Weerth, but no one except my mother calls me that! You may call me Wirra.

...I may be living in a grown-up dragons body, but inside, I'm just a child at heart.

...I am of the species known as Pernese, darling.

...Well, I suppose you should ask Mirri about that one. I'm a bronze dragon, so that'd make me a boy. Technically speaking.

...Although I lurve it at Dragon Soul Weyr, here, I will always think of my home as The Healing Den. You just must visit it. It's such a lovely place!

There's the way home, darling, and I know you must leave me now. But please, do come back and visit me soon! Just let Hydee know - she's the boss around these parts, and she's such a darling! - and she'll book you in.