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Are you sure about this? Yainolith asked a little nervously from her cot in the Barracks. She was barely a sevenday old, now, but already nearly twice the size of the smaller greens. And growing so quickly!

Qianel frowned slightly, small creases appearing between black eyebrows. Was she sure? It seemed so long ago that she'd been but a girl awaiting her father's return. He'd promised - and, although he'd been a tad late, he'd come through. But when he arrived at the Weyr to see his daughter, it was too late. In a sense. Her heart and soul had been stolen already. And her name was Yainolith.

The beauty of the Weyr, the gem in her heart, the sudden and unexpected presence of her lifemate had all but struck her father's face from her memories.

But he was still there - at the Weyr.

Qian? the young queen prompted.

I don't know, Nola.

Yainolith's eyes whirled slowly from blue-green to an alarming yellow. You don't want him to see me? Am I not perfect? The young queen sounded honestly shocked. For who couldn't find her anything but perfect?

Qianel smiled reassuringly, reaching out a dark-skinned hand to caress the dragon's head. You are more than perfect, my heart. You are everything. She paused. My father is... difficult sometimes.

He will like me, though, Yainolith pronounced with surety. Oh, she was a queen, alright.

The girl was silent a moment longer, dark eyes considering. Finally, she cocked her head in something akin to confusion. "Yes. Why wouldn't he?" she replied aloud. She looked at her young golden queen with great pride. "Look at who you are, my Nola. Such a beautiful dragon - and you chose me." Then, silent once more and a little unsure, He will surely be proud of his youngest daughter.

Yainolith smiled draconically, dazzling golden, and rose somewhat awkwardly. Her young wings were almost useless at this stage of her growth, but already they had been given exercises to do every night to begin to strengthen her flight muscles.

To think that one day, Qianel - little Holdbred Qian, unsure of herself and the world - would ride upon a beast as magnificent as Faranth herself. It was like a dream.

Come, then. I have an adorer to make.

Her father. The silly beast meant her father. Qianel grinned hugely, shaking her head in disbelief, and welcomed her new life with open arms.