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"The stunning brown dragon you see before you," K'bryn proclaimed proudly, "Is Nshetanth."

The children, two young girls both with dark curly hair, looked up as far as their necks could crane and said simultaneously, "Ooooh."

K'bryn grinned. The girls were his nieces, and had been shipped off to stay with the newest dragonrider in the family for a sevenday to get a feel for the Weyr. They were identical twins to a fault. Everything they did simply had to be the same. If it wasn't, you'd heard about it for days.

So, what are they again? the large brown asked, knowing perfectly well what they were, but not quite following why they were here.

They won't be here long, dear one. I hope.

You don't sound awfully certain of that, Nshetanth continued uneasily, eyeing the twins beadily. How am I supposed to chase all the greens and bring them home to the weyr if there's... things running all over the place and making a mess, hm?

K'bryn laughed out loud, startling the girls. "Just sharing a joke with Nshetanth over there," he explained.

"Oh, tell us!" the first exclaimed.

"Yes, tell us!" the second emulated with a clap of little hands.

The brownrider paused, shared a glance with the brown and shook his head. "Oh, it wasn't very funny anyway."

Identical lower lips began to tremble.

"Ok! Alright, you got me!" K'bryn said quickly, sighing, but amused. "Well..."

Nshetanth rumbled softly, and settled down to watch the show.