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"Hmm... It's not fair that boys get so much more of a choice, you know? I mean, Lemis knew he'd inherit the hold, but Jemmun and L'mur got to choose. L'mur was going to be a harper, and well, now, he's here." Jess sighed, blowing her hair out of her face.

"But me? I get to be married to some holder's son. Oh sure, I'd be able to pick someone I at least liked, but.. What if I wanted more? I was only allowed to come down here because L'mur asked specifically." The girl made a face, trying hard -- and failing-- not to rant. It was nice to have someone lending a sympathetic ear.

Az queeped and hopped onto her shoulder, wrapping his tail around her neck. "Thanks," she muttered to him. "At least he doesn't expect me to do anything I don't want to do, as long as he's properly fed and made much of!"

"Well, if I have my way, young lady, you'll be staying here longer than all of that, and not just because you're L'mur's sister." Siran had been feeding her young green firelizard, Beryl, who had decided that it was very important to wake her partner at odd times with sharp creeling sounds.

The little one had taken to sleeping on her pillow, so she heard those sounds very well. When she heard the turn the conversation was taking, she decided that the girls needed a bit of encouragement. Or at least, Jessmet did. She knew the girl a little, having been the rider who brought her over.

"Very right. It is a new Pern." She smiled slightly. She liked that the young women in the Weyr (both of it, and visiting it) spoke their minds. It was quite refreshing, given that a number of holder girls that she had encountered during past searches were anything but thoughtful or imaginative.

Siran chuckled. "I'm hardly ever seen, when I don't want to be." She smiled wryly at Jess. "You have everything to be confident about, as your friend has said. There's much to do in Pern... and little time to waste coddling children who don't want to be coddled."

You do not coddle me enough... Tiranth complained. Oh hush, you. You are not near a child. Nor a dragonet. In point of fact, the green was beginning to act quite moody. The chargined rider had long since concluded (long being relative) that she would have to put up with her dragon's mating habits soon enough.

Beryl gave a sharp little squeak, and preened herself, wrapping her tail firmly around Siran's neck. "Oh dear... now you've done it." The little green would be hard to settle down after such a show. She seemed to be aware of both the bronze and the blue, and for all of her fussing, pleased by their proximity. The green rider was relieved that at least little bronze Az was behaving sensibly. "I don't believe we've been introduced. What is your name, miss?" Inwardly, Siran cringed. The firelizard's little claws were sharp on her shoulder now that she was looking around alertly.

Siran gave a little noise of dismay as Beryl reached over, and delicately accepted the crumb from Az. The little green was showing off! The rider pinched the bridge of her nose as though warding off a headache. "Firelizards," she said in a long suffering tone. Her own firelizard was settling her wings quite decoratively, as though trying to express exactly how amazing a creature she was. "It is as though I have a Tiranth in miniature."

Az squeaked at Follar. The blue had been his friend until just a moment ago! gonk He chirped again, then flicked his wings back in a huff. At least Beryl had noticed what a fine and handsome boy he was.

Jess suppressed a snort. "Az!" she scolded, "Stop showing off!" She rolled her eyes at Siran and Kallista. "Have some more meatroll and be good, or I'll send you off to Ofira!"

The bronze queeped and settled down, the threat of the queen firelizard a bit too much.

Follar looked up from his scolding at Az's chirp of concern. Seeing that the bronze was settled, he hoped off of Kallista's shoulder and picking up a piece of food from her plate walked over and dropped it in front of Beryl. Eyes whirling happily, he chittered in his best voice.

"I am tempted to toss him back into the wild," Kallista muttered at his antics. "Or tie him up with some cord. He is overly proud of himself for a blue... Sometimes, I think Follar thinks he is a bronze. You were probably too busy with your duties to notice a mere runner. But I must admit my father's station has the best reputation in the area. We go everywhere except to Southern. Perhaps they mature faster since they are smaller?"