B'din

Baeris Kshau's Healing Den
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As B'din gazed appraisingly at his sleeping bronze dragon, he suddenly realized that Svatith was now an adult, and had actually been that way for quite a while. A nicely proportioned dragon too, the rider thought smugly. Svatith was a lightly shining coppery-bronze color, which B'din thought was the most beautiful on all Pern. The dragon wasn't as big as some of the other bronzes, though he had good comformation--but then he was biased, the bronzerider reflected. And why should you not be? I am a fine strong dragon. I am a Wingleader as you are. Svatith spoke up, just awakening. The bronze dragon yawned mightily and stretched his wings, showing off to the several watching female dragons. "Svatith, you show-off!" B'din exclaimed admonishingly. Why shouldn't I show off? They have never protested. Svatith asked reasonably, looking towards Lurineth, the queen from his same clutch.

She is very beautiful the bronze said dreamily. I shall fly her. I'm sure her rider is just as lovely, B'din. No other bronze shall catch her! Svatith's tone took on a fierce note as he flared his wings for emphasis.

B'din just stared at his dragon, mouth agape. "You-you really want to fly her? But Lurineth is your clutchmate!" he stammered. Svatith gave the dragon equivalent of a shrug. So? She is a queen, my golden sister, and bronzes fly queens! the bronze clearly didn't understand why his rider was getting so worked up. "But-but..oh all right. I suppose if you're so set on it..." B'din sputtered, then shook his head resignedly and went to sign his dragon up for Lurineth's flight.

B'din yawned as he walked into the stifling heat of the Hatching Grounds. Nirana was already seated in the first row of the stands, keeping her queen company. B'din smiled fondly and dropped down beside her, sliding one arm around the young woman's waist. "How many eggs, love?" he asked.

Nirana grinned up at him. "Ten, and Lurineth thinks one may be a queen!" she answered jubilantly. Svatith flew me well. Lurineth told both riders smugly, curling protectively around her clutch. B'din looked closer and saw that one of the eggs did indeed have the faintest yellow-white sheen. "Great clutch for a first-timer, Nir. I'm sure everyone's proud of her!" the bronzerider used that as an excuse to plant a kiss on his weyrmate's lips. "B'din! Not in public!" Nirana scolded, though she was grinning.