Eggs, not over easy [T'vor]

What with one thing and another, H'gra had never made good on his initial resolution to acquire a firelizard. Searching and the move North had taken up a lot of his time. He was overjoyed to be doing both, of course, but the tasks did sharply curtail his potential firelizard-hunting time.

Of those in the Weyr, some gold's clutches were never found, and the weyrlingmasters often had call on the rest. So if he wanted one, it meant nipping back South-ward and hoping he came across a nesting site. He'd heard they'd once ranged as far north as Ista and Igen's beaches, but it was anyone's guess if they'd reach their pre-Plague numbers again, to need the territory.

We did. Courtath boomed cheerfully. I can't see why the little cousins wouldn't do the same.

Provided they're allowed to. By and large, the holders seemed to think the little things an amusing novelty. But there were still those among the riders who believed they caused the Plague, let along the average ignorant farmer- and firelizards didn't have the advantage of size or legend.

Mind on the game, H'gra! Courtath ordered, briskly ignoring the comment the way he did when he felt it uselessly bothersome. They couldn't do anything about it, and H'gra mustn't be allowed to fuss and brood over it. We'll never find them if we don't keep our eyes open- there's a good man. The blue added as his rider sighed and obediently looked around them.

H'gra knew the area had been picked over, but harbored the theory that some queen who'd been hatched here would feel safe enough return for her own clutch now that most of the Weyr had gone. He had the afternoon to try,anyway.