31.Jan.12, 09:00 AM
Allendris listened to Lymsleia's explanation of males and females in a herd with the sort of detached interest of someone who didn't quite follow the significance of the subject to the topic at hand. Breeding runners was one subject he had never bothered to educate himself in; though his family had had many, their pedigree had always been left in the knowledgeable hands of someone far more qualified than themselves. And though Lymsleia seemed quite qualified in the field herself, the glass-smith still didn't quite comprehend what had inspired her to begin diagramming out the difficulties of an unbalanced herd to someone as utterly uninvolved in the art of animal husbandry such as himself... until her very last words about the dragon queen.
He paused, turning the significance of this over in his mind. He had heard from some of the weyrfolk in his incessant questionings that the queen dragon was the last remaining alive, and she had only risen to mate once before... since that clutch had since hatched, and the current queen remained the sole golden dragon at Katila, it seemed logical to then assume that she had indeed failed to produce another queen. But did that mean she was incapable? "Are you suggesting she won't? I am told that gold eggs are exceedingly rare..."
He paused, turning the significance of this over in his mind. He had heard from some of the weyrfolk in his incessant questionings that the queen dragon was the last remaining alive, and she had only risen to mate once before... since that clutch had since hatched, and the current queen remained the sole golden dragon at Katila, it seemed logical to then assume that she had indeed failed to produce another queen. But did that mean she was incapable? "Are you suggesting she won't? I am told that gold eggs are exceedingly rare..."
Bronze Weyrling Vyaniorth