It likes like one of the two Jr. Weyrwomen have finally become our new Weyrwoman, though I find it silly that I should be required to care about something like that. Having someone new in power does nothing for me at all, Shamth and I will still be grounded and not allowed to fly unless something renders it possible. A miracle perhaps.

But with the new Weyrwoman comes news of a clutch, and I have been near the sands enough to see the eggs while the Queen was away. There are only nine of them, such a small number compared to the size of the one Shamth came from, but they all look healthy and should prove to be better than that trio from the last set.

Yulu is worried about standing on the Sands, I can tell even if she doesn't say anything about. Her little Song tells Hinalle and Rinel all the time, and I would like to try and comfort her, but I find there is a limit to what I can and cannot do. Yulu cannot know about me fully, but I can still do whatever is in my power.

It is only when I think of helping her out that I find myself upset over my powerlessness and my lack of a fighting wing . . . .