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Another clutch, and another gold. This is madness, it really is. I mean, it's a good sort of madness of course, who doesn't love to see a queen egg? It's still mad though; three queens in four clutches, and these clutches haven't been huge! I suppose our queens have been flying especially well of late. still, we've got far too many for one Weyr now, we're going to have to expand and yet we're still here dithering and stuck with lice, insufficient food, and illness running like wildfire. I really hope this all gets sorted soon, I'm tired of feeling so cramped whenever I step out of my weyr.

Oh! Of course, this is the big news. Green wingleader, D'los, a green wingleader. Who's only a green now, eh? Still... I mean... Well of course I'm glad, smug, whatever, but... Well it still feels weird, you know? I mean I'm sure the girl's up to the task - girl! She's older than me, I'm quite sure of it - but it still seems like a strange thing to do. Why upset so very many people, and people are upset D'los, when bronzes and browns would do so much better? Her lack of endurance... Well, I'm sure I don't know how she'll manage. Still, if it can be made to work then there could be more green wingleaders in the future, and people would look down on us less.

You know I think we are worth as much as any bronze or gold or brown or blue D'los. You must know I'm excited about this but... but will it work? If she fails, let's face it all greens are going to suffer the consequences. That's what happens when you get above yourself, greenrider. Shards. I don't know her, I don't know if she's up to it. I hope she is, I really do.

All our worst fears came to be. The hatchlings were have crazed some of them, and the blue... he hatched out of a huge egg, and he searched everywhere for His but something was wrong with him. He couldn't find them. He went between. And that girl. That b***h. That evil little feline, she's still at the Weyr. Apparently her only punishment was having to tell the other candidates there would be no touching. There is nothing I would like more than to wring her pretty little neck until her eyes pop out of her skull. I can't believe it. That poor blue. I think we'll all hear his cries in our sleep for quite some time.