There were some topics that seemed to be off limits among the weyrlings. Strangely, Yunara now had to add the Hatching to that list, though she could not entirely tell why. The girl watched Ardoxshoth and Kesucianth interact, wondering at the source of yellow in the latter's eyes. She had not caught her own dragonet's reddened gaze, but by no means was she unaware of the baby's whims. "She is a dragon. It would be hard to find one that was not wonderful... in their own way, at least." Surely even Cadereth had had redeeming qualities, for all that that was difficult to imagine.
"I agree," she said, for she was really only echoing Elibrie's sentiments. "Some are a bit more obviously good natured, however." It was not, of course, that Ardoxshoth was incapable of being a sweet, darling child. No, and even now, as the queen deigned again to play with her brother, Yunara could see that sweetness in action. A dragon was, after all, a dragon. "From the very small amount that I know about dragons, I do know that much. That they're inherently good at heart." However... well, subtle, they might be about it.
All was forgiven, as Kesucianth had rejoined Ardoxshoth in play. Why is yours sad? she asked, suddenly solicitous. Why shouldn't she be generous, when he was one of hers, after all. The little queen splashed away, distracted by how colorful the bubbles were. They were truly unique, each one of them standing out in its own way. That line of thought strangely echoed her rider's, a parallel of which she was unaware.
"I agree," she said, for she was really only echoing Elibrie's sentiments. "Some are a bit more obviously good natured, however." It was not, of course, that Ardoxshoth was incapable of being a sweet, darling child. No, and even now, as the queen deigned again to play with her brother, Yunara could see that sweetness in action. A dragon was, after all, a dragon. "From the very small amount that I know about dragons, I do know that much. That they're inherently good at heart." However... well, subtle, they might be about it.
All was forgiven, as Kesucianth had rejoined Ardoxshoth in play. Why is yours sad? she asked, suddenly solicitous. Why shouldn't she be generous, when he was one of hers, after all. The little queen splashed away, distracted by how colorful the bubbles were. They were truly unique, each one of them standing out in its own way. That line of thought strangely echoed her rider's, a parallel of which she was unaware.
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