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C'mon! the little white dragon pleaded. You just have to see this! It's perfect!

T'tas laughed, raising an eyebrow at Hailsmenth. "And why's that, my friend? Will it run away if I don't?"

The white seemed ready to leap out of his skin. Yes! Come on!

Hailsmenth was the first white to join the Wings at Dragon Soul Weyr. A second, Arancath who Impressed Rialy, was hatched soon afterwards, and though such a special colour never went unnoticed, the first of the kind seemed even more so. Hence, T'tas and Hails were given a wider range than some. Not too wide, mind you. The Weyrlingmaster had at least a general idea of the young man's favourite pastime.

The dragon led T'tas away from the Weyrling's Barracks and into the Weyrbowl, past a small set-up of market stalls and straight to the Weyrlake. On the edge of the beach, he stopped.

T'tas looked around, then down at the little dragon with an amused expression. "And?"

The beach was almost deserted, but for a single weyrling pair. The young rider didn't recognise them, they could be visiting from another Weyr, he supposed. It was odd for a weyrling to be allowed to leave his home Weyr, let alone hang around the lake for no apparent reason. Was that why Hails had led him here?

The little white shook his head vehemently. Are you blind? he asked, looking shocked at his rider's reaction.

"Not last time I checked, why?"

Hailsmenth grunted. That weyrling has left his satchel wide open and unattended on the sand!

Slowly, T'tas realised what his young dragon was getting at. He looked at the situation, then back at Hails. A smile spread across his face. Like rider like dragon, he supposed.