To be honest, Zenobiath wasn't sure about what she was doing. She needed to let Alumet rest, so she'd gently extracted herself from beneath her rider and gone for a small flight. It had been nice, feeling the air beneath her wings, and when at last she made the decision. Thankfully, she remembered where her Mother's weyrledge was, and at the moment, all she could think of was her desire to speak to her. Oh, how Hers was breaking her hearts. So worried about what was to come, she neglected to see that they were truly Queens, able to do as they please. So focused and worried over the duties to come, that she thought herself restrained. Shaking a great head, the young Gold bugled softly as she came to rest on the edge of the ledge, reaching out tentatively,
Mother mine? Might your daughter speak to you? It was so odd, being as big as she was now...She could not be as close to Hers as she'd once been...not all the time at least.
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