[Statistics] [Candidate] [Hatchling] [Weyrling] [Adult]

Finlay walked from the hatching grounds, a large green dragonet waddling as delicately as she could manage by her side and tears running down her face. A strange cocktail of emotions soared through her veins - happiness, sadness, awe, disbelief, pure bliss. She had Impressed. It had happened so fast! Not the hatching, the whole process. The hatching seemed to last forever... each green hatching, each going to another. And the gold... she hadn't even looked Fin's way. One egg left. And Zarlith had joined her.

Fin, I'm hungry! the little green wailed inside the girl's head. When can we eat?!

The weyrling looked down, not quite used to speaking with her thoughts, and replied out loud, "Soon, my love. Look, there's the Weyrlingmaster now." She pointed to the man surrounded by newly-made weyrlings, handing out bowls of fresh meat for the hatchlings first meals.

Zarlith nodded brusquely, pleased with the service. Good.

Chuckling and shaking her head, Finlay joined the others and took her serve of raw meat. Feeding it to the hatchling in small bites, she could hardly believe what had happened. It had been no more than a sevenday since she had been Searched, moved into Turquoise Weyr - and now look! What would her friends back at Dragon Soul think of her now? A greenrider!

Zarlith finished the meat offered and looked up for more. Is that all?

Finlay grinned and reached down to scratch her eyeridges. Zarlith purred in delight, leaning into the caress. "Just a moment, Zar. There's no rush. We've got the rest of our lives, you know."

The green made a face. But I'm hungry now!