Some thought that Elzebuth should be ecstatic over siring not one, but two queens, and he surely was. What those same individuals failed to understand was that he was and forever would be equally thrilled over each and every child that had hatched. The power laid with the metallics of the Weyr, but Elzebuth knew in his hearts that his children were the cream of the crop. How could they not be, with such excellent parents? Though uninclined to hover, he'd never shy away from the opportunity to visit... which is how he found himself settled near the barracks, enjoying the sun.

With luck, perhaps one weyrling pair would feel like venturing outside during their time off. He would be waiting, half-dozing in the faint sunlight with slivers of blue gleaming out from under his eyelids.

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