"And this is my weyr," Laroa says proudly. "Had it ever since that lazy clunch Ganith reached maturity." The golden dragon sunning herself on the ledge opens all the lids on one eye and examines you. "Ha! You've hardly just hatched and poor me had to be the Weyrwoman. Ganith," she adds, "was only hatched about two Turns ago." She snorts. "And then you mated with that silly, egotistical snot-head's brown Koreth!" She pauses. "No, Harnth is twice Koreth's size, pretty darling! But then, he was on sweep. And T'yir is such a fine lad..." She chuckles. "If a little young."
"Oh, I'm sorry," she says, turning back to you. "Ganith and I were discussing her mating flights. I still can't believe that dishface P'razz became Weyrleader!" She rolls her eyes. "Good thing Ganith's last mating flight was with Harnth. I don't know if I could stand P'razz again." She enters the weyr and pours you and herself a cup of klah. "Now, I supposed you came here because you wanted to learn about the Senior Queen and her rider, correct?" You nod. "Well then. I was born in Southern Hold a little before Middle Weyr was finished. The first Weyrwoman, Kaliva I believe, had an accident during Threadfall. Her dragon died, so they needed a replacement. At the time, I was old enough for Impression." She snorts. "It's a good thing that old queen was strong enough to lay another gold, even if it was a small clutch. I managed to Impress that big beauty Ganith out there, and became Weyrwoman. Ganith's first mating flight happened when she was just barely out of adolescence. And she mated with P'razz's Koreth, the last person I would think to be Weyrleader!
"Our Weyr was under-strength, and Southern lent us a few dragons, and a queenrider--Tefa. My own Ganith laid another golden egg in that first clutch, and it was a big clutch; thirty-nine eggs!" She smiles proudly. "Barena Impressed the queen, Gath, who recently had a clutch where we got candidates from outside the Weyr. We're in good fighting condition now, if a bit back of beyond. Still, you always need a Weyr where there's a Hold!" She smiles again. "And then there's that young rascal, R'att, who Impressed from Gath's clutch... a bit ironic, since Barena is his mother. He has a real strong bronze, and I hear his sister, Mila, is a candidate at another Weyr." She shrugs. "I wouldn't be surprised if she got green." Laroa peers out at her dragon. "Ganith's getting proddy, though. She'll have a mating flight soon, and I'd bet another gold!" She waves a hand towards the door. "You had better skidaddle, though. Shards, but only if I could figure out what's in this mess..." All her attention turns to a pile of skins on a desk, and you decide to leave.
