[Lessa, small as she is, has never once doubted any of the dragons of Pern. Though they might each possess words and a will of their own, for whatever reason her blood is concentrated such that she can speak with all of them where most men can't. It has lent her a particular fondness, but in this case it might be a case of foolhardiness. Luckily, Daenerys' warning isn't brushed off entirely. Being one of the few women that Lessa has found she can connect with, even on a politic and slightly distanced level, is something she hasn't managed in years! She won't scoff in the face of the mother of dragons.]
A dragon Impresses who it makes a mental connection with. Older minds assumed that there were simply men better suited to the company of a female Green, promiscuous and flighty, and some to a male Bronze, bright and steadfast... but since my Weyrmate and I took charge of Benden Weyr, we've discovered that familiarity with the eggs as they harden seems to be key.
[Lessa's smile is bittersweet. She misses F'lar and his risky gambles; they so often pay off, and they so often turn stone-headed old fools on their ear that she misses that sense of visceral engagement with the unknown. Dany's question stokes a sudden, tart fire in Lessa's breast, and her smile turns sharp.]
Before F'lar and I, there was only Nemorth and her wilful, slothful Weyrwoman Jora. R'gul was the Weyrleader before F'lar took over, and he was so hidebound he wouldn't allow me to fly with Ramoth, a dragon clearly possessing wings and the will to use them, let alone give a woman a chance to bond a dragon of any other colour. Even F'lar was leery of allowing Ramoth and I to practice the more dangers maneuvers every dragon knows in their blood.
[She laughs, a sharp, short sound.] There are likely good reasons, as I've said--to lose a dragon, a rider, and a child all in one moment to a clump of Thread would be harder for the Weyr than our odds already are... but we lost so much in the last four hundred Turns that I can't say for sure if women in our Wings were one of them.
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A dragon Impresses who it makes a mental connection with. Older minds assumed that there were simply men better suited to the company of a female Green, promiscuous and flighty, and some to a male Bronze, bright and steadfast... but since my Weyrmate and I took charge of Benden Weyr, we've discovered that familiarity with the eggs as they harden seems to be key.
[Lessa's smile is bittersweet. She misses F'lar and his risky gambles; they so often pay off, and they so often turn stone-headed old fools on their ear that she misses that sense of visceral engagement with the unknown. Dany's question stokes a sudden, tart fire in Lessa's breast, and her smile turns sharp.]
Before F'lar and I, there was only Nemorth and her wilful, slothful Weyrwoman Jora. R'gul was the Weyrleader before F'lar took over, and he was so hidebound he wouldn't allow me to fly with Ramoth, a dragon clearly possessing wings and the will to use them, let alone give a woman a chance to bond a dragon of any other colour. Even F'lar was leery of allowing Ramoth and I to practice the more dangers maneuvers every dragon knows in their blood.
[She laughs, a sharp, short sound.] There are likely good reasons, as I've said--to lose a dragon, a rider, and a child all in one moment to a clump of Thread would be harder for the Weyr than our odds already are... but we lost so much in the last four hundred Turns that I can't say for sure if women in our Wings were one of them.