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Vasherayath had grown into a true lady of dragons. As far as slightly gangling fledglings went, she was remarkably graceful and pulled off a superior tone and impressive stature with ease. She had also developed quite a taste in boys, and showed off before them whenever possible.

Her favourite trick was to stand high, muzzle raised, stretch her wings to full capacity, shake them sensually then settled down with a coy shiver and an attention-getting sigh.

Imogene found these sorts of antics highly amusing, though for some reason didn't say anything except words of encouragement. Maybe it was those cute boys who happened to ride her dragon's intended victims. And the funniest thing was; she was pretty successful at getting what she wanted.

Imy? When do you think we'll be flying? Raya asked one morning while watching the boys.

Imogene replied absently, also watching her boys, "Soon."

How soon?

"Why do you want to know, honey?"

Raya shrugged lightly. It makes for a bigger impact when I fly instead of waddle.

Made sense, really. Imy smiled. "I suppose it would. We have been told that our first flying classes would be next sevenday. We will get out own weyrs the sevenday after that, and by then we'll be free to fly when we have free time."

The white paused, getting her mind around the time frames, then nodded succinctly. That is acceptable.

Laughing, Imogene rubbed the weyrling's neck affectionately. "So glad."