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Don't you ever worry, don't you get to weary I am always here for you The future's full of wonders, mystery all over In the miracle that you have faith If you keep on dreaming, it sure will come true The magic spell you chant will solve and make all of your problems right Thirsty may you be some time Say the magic word and you will have a drink! Hungry may you be some times, Say the magic word and you'll get everything you need! |
You'd asked a young Weyrbrat where the Weyrwoman's weyr was. He'd answered you as bluntly as possible, and you were sure you'd seen him do a rude gesture in your general direction. As a result, you're in a pretty bad mood. As you get closer to the supposed Weyrwoman's quarters, you start to hear a soprano voice singing. She--for it must be female--sounds so calm that you can't help but be soothed. You step into the weyr and see a girl, no older than 16 Turns, singing to a golden dragon, which confirms her being Weyrwoman--unless she's junior. She looks like a junior Weyrwoman; but then, you supposed, she must have been a goldrider longer than the other pair brought here. Abruptly she stops and turns, and, seeing you, she straightens and closes the distance in long, firm strides, one arm extended in greeting.
"Hello, there, stranger," she says in her sweet, lilting voice. "What can I do for you?"
You clear your voice before saying, "Are you the Weyrwoman?"
She nods in confirmation and smiles at you. "You'd be the one wandering Middle, then? Miki told me about you. But then, he tells everyone everything." Her eyes glitter as if she's enjoying a private joke. "You'd come to see Her Majesty, Lorlith?" She says the title in a voice dripping with sarcasm.
"I also came to see you," you say.
She flashes you a brilliant smile. "And I suppose you'd been told I was a right horrid brat?" You nod and she laughs. "Well, I was, once. But old Kitera wouldn't put up with that! She just used her hand but I'm not sure I'll get the marks off my bottom." You look so astonished that she laughs again. "Well, come, let's see Lorlith, shall we?"
She leads you towards the great golden dragon, and stands next to her with a sort of quiet pride, and you decide that is why she's Weyrwoman. You examine both dragon and rider. The Weyrwoman has long, shoulder-length hair and wears all green, a color most popular at Middle. Her tunic has one of those new pockets on the front that had just come into style, and she wears a short skirt with very large boots. The thing you notice must about her, though, are her ears, which are on top of her head and shaped like a cat's. She's nearly as much as an oddball as her dragon, of whom is pale yellow in color, and has darker golden patches on muzzle and underbelly. Lorlith is also quite large for a queen--though, you think, not as much as Laroa's dragon had been.
"Well?" the girl asks. "Do we meet your approval?" She speaks in a teasing voice and you grin at her, and play along. "That's good, then. I don't think I've yet told you my name, have I?"
"Not yet," you say.
"Well, I'd be Lemon. And you?" You answer her and also give your rank. She grins, and suddenly the great golden queen croons and stretches out. Lemon whirls around and is instantly by her side, scratching the dragon's soft eye ridges. She looks over her shoulder at you. "I'm sorry," she says. "I have to take Lorry to the feeding grounds. Mayhaps we'll see each other another time?"
"I'd love to," you say.
"Great." She smiles again and nods, leading Lorlith away. "See ya around!"
You wave and turn to walk out of the weyr.
