But we need more than this...

[ShadowReine]

This time, Lyeth had laid her eggs in the middle of the afternoon.

That was about the only good thing about it. A paltry sixteen eggs lay on the Sands, smaller even than her first clutch.

It was now obvious to Yselka that while the plague had not left her dragon sterile...it had reduced her fertility. Hopefully this would not continue to her daughters.

She could not blame the gold...especially as one of the eggs on the Sands had a distinctive gleam.

She might have to send this queen-daughter away too, both for politics and because the more golds there were in the Weyr, the lower the chances of another being laid. They seemed to control such things, instinctively. ANd, of course, they could hope for another platinum.

Lyeth, though, did not think so...

[zenith]

T'ron appeared at Yselka's elbow, and looked down on the eggs. "Huh." He mentioned. What the noise meant, there really was no telling. Not until he explained it, anyway. The brownrider didn't say anything beyond it, either, just standing there beside the Weyrwoman and looking down on the array of eggs on the sands.

[wingrider]

Cilenie walked to the edge of the sands. Her eyes wide with excitement. But she would worry about her own thoughts later, she was here by order of the Head Cook. She was to see if Yselka needed anything. And she would be sure to do her duty. She cleared her throat before speaking. "Good afternoon, Weyrwoman Yselka. The Head Cook asked me to come and see if you needed anything from the kitchens."