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Date Posted: 09:12:51 04/15/02 Mon
Author: Irenne - Merith, T'shon - Toreth
Subject: Fire lizard clutch...

Holding her bag as if it contained a priceless treasure, the Weyrwoman hurried into the common room with a pleased smile on her face. Another fire lizard clutch! No matter that she'd had to go to the Southern Continent for them. Merith had enjoyed the warm sand and water, and the peaceful surroundings. Setting the double-lined bag on the hearth, she thought back wistfully. It had been their second trip there, and their longer trip. "The second this Pass is over, I'm moving to the Southern Continent!" she muttered, shivering despite the fire. "Southern?" came an amused drawl from behind her. Irenne stiffened. "Hello, T'shon." The Weyrleader walked into view and crouched down next to her. "Been traipsing about down there?" Irenne didn't take her eyes off the flit eggs. "Again." T'shon always managed to make her feel as though she'd done something wrong. If only there'd been another bronze dragon there when Merith rose...Irenne sharply broke off that thought. No use dwelling on it. "Again?" T'shon asked, still sounding as if something that she'd said was funny. "Second time, or third?" "Second, T'shon, now leave off it," Irenne snapped, then regretted it. T'shon sat back and looked at her. "Something wrong?" His tone was serious now, and he seemed genuinely concerned. Irenne wished she could take her words back. "No, nothing. Sorry." T'shon shook his head, leaning forward towards the small clutch. "S'okay. Where'd you find this clutch?" He gestured towards the eggs. Irenne looked at him in surprise as he grinned sheepishly. "I've been going down there, myself, a few times. I like to keep track of where the clutches are found." Surprised, but hiding it well, Irenne answered, "And I suppose you've a map that you mark?" T'shon laughed. "I believe you know me too well, Irenne. A moment." The Weyrleader cocked his head, talking to Toreth. A moment later, a sheet of paper was laid flat out on the floor. Irenne jumped a mile. "How--what--T'shon! What just happened??" she demanded, shocked. T'shon grinned. "I've been studying. Every heard of the Southern feline incident?" Irenne just sat there, staring at him. "I take it you've not. Well, about five hundred Turns ago, there was a young dragonrider, name of F'lessan." That was where Irenne cut him short. "F'lessan? What about him?" Now it was T'shon's turn to be surprised. “So you have been studying?” Irenne shook her head. “No, I just know about him from my parent’s insistence that I learn our family tree. F’lessan is one of my ancestors.” T’shon grinned and continued. “He rode a bronze by name of Golanth, who’s mate was the green Zatenth, who looked to rider Tai. One day, the four were swimming at a Southern river. They’d just about fallen asleep when a whole pride of those “lions” attacked them. Golanth was nearly killed but for Zatenth, who somehow had figured out that she could move the animals. Lions started exploding left and right—and then half the Benden dragons arrived. They picked up Zatenth’s instructions.” He paused. “I thought it might be a good thing to teach Toreth. He thinks it’s fun.” Irenne slowly shook her head. “Amazing. All my parents ever knew was F’lessan’s name, and he rode a bronze. Should I tell Merith?” T’shon laughed. “Better, or she’ll get cranky.” Irenne nodded, her expression thoughtful. “What about the weyrlings? Perhaps S’mer should only teach the bronze and queen riders. Same for timing it.” T’shon cocked his head, thinking about it. “Well, maybe only if we’re sure they’re responsible enough.” Irenne nodded, absently rolling a fire lizard egg in her hands. “Good thing you found another clutch, Irenne. Some of the new riders, and the healer, I think, are wanting one.” The Weyrleader said as he leaned over his map of Southern. “Irenne, could you show me where you found the clutch?”

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