Xirameth hissed her dismay as she stared at the large print of the flight boards of Dark Moon Weyr. <<This won’t do,>> she said firmly. <<This won’t do at all. Khura, I need to be on the flight board. And there are so many /other/ females ahead of me. Stealing chasers that should be mine. Sign me up, please. I’ll out-fly them all.>>
“Xir…” Khuraute hesitated, searching for the right words. “I don’t know if there will be a lot of chasers. Not that /you/ aren’t the perfect beauty, but your rider is a lot older than most of the younger males.”
<<So I’ll find some older ones that could find a thermal without watching wherries. Some with /experience/. I’ve gotten you this far, Khuraute, haven’t I? Didn’t you think you were too old for /me/, too? So hush, now, and go sign us up.>>
“As you say, O mistress of the impossible,” Khuraute replied with a sigh. |
