"Needlethorn is harvested in the fall, when the plant is dormant....ugh!" Lelandra threw her dragonhealing manual down and rested her head on it, sending her charcoal flit, Cinder shrieking to the ceiling. The flustered firelizard finally settled back onto Lelandra's shoulder. "I'll never learn all this junk!" she moaned aloud, waking Bilaneth.

Of course you'll learn...what is it you're learning? "I'm studying for my final dragonhealing exam, as I've told you many times before." Lelandra snapped.

Whoa, touchy... The green blinked blearily as she rose. "Uh, sorry Bil. I'm just stressed over this test. It'll make my father so proud if I pass and become the dragon-riding dragonhealer he couldn't."

Why are you so stressed anyway? You can repair a broken wing in your sleep with one arm tied behind your back!

Bilaneth shuffled into Lelandra's half of the weyr and nuzzled her rider's shoulder. "You'll be too big to come in here soon." Lelandra commented. Her Bilaneth had grown considerably since the hatching. Her hide needed oiling at least twice a day to prevent it from cracking, and Bilaneth insisted she be bathed twice a day as well. Once she was full grown, the two baths would have to stop, or Lelandra would spend half of every day just cleaning her dragon!

Eh, once I can't fit in here, you'll just have to move your bed into my weyr. the green proclaimed. Laughing, Lelandra shook her head. "Honey, my bed and you won't both fit in there once you've grown up!" Then you'll need to make a smaller one! Or you could lay with me, I'd keep you warm.

"Why do you even need me in there? I'd only be a few feet away." Bilaneth huffed and rustled her wings. I want you to be right there if I wake up for some reason! she whined. " I have spoiled my dragon..." Lelandra thought and shook her head. "You're a big dragon, you'll be fine."

Humph...