My sweet Camaeleth - how are your injuries? Anakumath asked as she spotted her dear little green who had, in all of her brave defense of one candidate, never turned her claws nor her teeth upon the brother she had spared said young man from. Nor had she been anything but strong and sure in rushing to Hers after the fact. A perfect little paladin amongst her children.
Come, tell me about your lovely one. she added. While Camaeleth had never been a particularly talkative child inside of her egg, perhaps she would find words on who was surely her favorite topic a tad easier.
Martirae, for her part, did her best to not look intimidating towards the new Weyrling who walked with her new lifemate. "Congratulations on yours finding yours," she greeted, sure that even some shyness would find that an easy enough thing to respond to.
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