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It was the hot part of the day, and with the days growing short, the heat offered by the peaking sun was precious. Most of the dragons, especially the older ones less fascinated by the new clutch that was starting to practice flying, were taking advantage of the brief heat of the day. Yvoth, however, had just dived into the lake on a whim, and preferred stirring the blood herself to waiting for it to slowly simmer while lying on some rock. She swooped and swirled in the air, her wings snarling deftly in the air like her rider’s tight fingers, using her dainty size and maneuverability to carve out dense patterns in the air. At last she scooped herself all together and fell – only to boom her wings before reaching full velocity. From there, panting with effort, she spiraled downward, craning her neck to find some familiar wing pattern of a friendly dragon to land by and gossip with. She needed a break from the air, but those whose shapes she recognized looked too asleep to disturb and – there! – there was a brown – one from the clutch earlier. She remembered in a dim draconic way having played with some of them as little ones, teaching them games, but besides that she hadn’t spoken to them much.

Now she stooped and angled her glide so it ended parallel with the brown. She gave a burbling, soft trumpet of greeting, and landed with a skip-hop out to his left. She raised her front foot, toes curling happily. I thought you looked a little lonely from up above, so I thought I would come and say hello. I am Yvoth.

Good to meet you, Stoloth. She repeated the name mostly to help herself. She remembered dragons all rather specifically, but her memory sometimes seemed exceptionally bad, even for a green, and trying to recall names left her with a sentence full of ‘umm’s. She didn’t even try and keep up with riders anymore. Do you remember going inside to watch yours eat? I think I do sometimes. Now that’s only in our weyr. She tilted her head dreamily.

K’la, of the Ladrear family at Lemos Hold. Yvoth had no specific memory of the Ladrear family or Lemos of her own, but that was the way Her’s tended to introduce herself. She’s very kind and affectionate. She has a son too, K’day. He Impressed Ninaeth at the queen’s last hatching. She tilted her head thoughtfully at the brown, realizing his relative youth. I think he hatched with you?

Yvoth forgot the name of Stoloth’s rider almost immediately in lieu of the next question. She had to concentrate a bit to remember what was important about it. It’s Mine’s bloodline. The Ladrears are… um, nobles. They run things. I think like the weyrwoman here does. K’la knows all their names and writes to them sometimes, but I don’t pay them much attention. It seems fairly exhaustive to keep up with. Does yours talk about his old family much?

Yvoth rumbled, the draconic equivalent of a nod of understanding. She knew she had a short memory, somewhat short even from a green, but she would never feel bad about it. Whenever Hers sat around and remembered things too much, she almost always inevitably became sad. No, Yvoth was in no way jealous of those (especially humans’) ability to remember and reminisce. The present was a fine thing and promised no regrets. Oh, Missions! She rustled her wings in some excitement at the mention of it and she began to chatter. Bronzes get very serious about them, and sometimes browns like you, but it’s normally quite entertaining. Usually we’re scouting or going to visit holds so our riders can talk with someone there. Holds are noisy, fun to investigate, and there’s ways children that like to come out and watch me. They’ll watch you too when you go. They can be fun to play with if they’re not too scared. If you stay still, one might come up and try to touch you. They’re so nervous about it! She sounded amused at that. As if a dragon would hurt them in any way!