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

Zarlith had turned into quite the little princess. She preened constantly, and was adored every moment by her rider. Life couldn't get any better.

"Hey, Zar," Finlay mused as they basked in the sun along the Weyrlake. "We've almost graduated. We'll be allowed to see boys, after we do."

Boys? I have no interest in boys.

Fin laughed softly, closing her eyes against the brilliant sky. "You would if I found a boy with a nice big brown dragon."

Zarlith perked slightly at that, and then tried to hide it clumsily. No brown is good enough for me. I am Zarlith, most beautiful of the greens.

"Of course, my love," the rider chuckled. "I don't suppose you'd be interested in a bronze, either, then?"

Deal!