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Threadfall wasn't quite new enough to shock Jagmund every time it happened, but it wasn't so old that he could casually ignore it, either. No one with a brain would ignore threadfall, and as he and his new dragon kept sheltered while the adult dragons fought the thread, he thought about how exciting his future would be. His Lishanth was a bronze, a beautiful specimen of dragonkind! He may be a baby now, but he was going to do great things for him - for them - in time. Bronze dragons were the best dragons, after all.

Since Lishanth was still so young, their weyrling training wouldn't cover thread fighting for a while. Most of their time would be making sure Lishanth was growing properly for a while, which was fine with Jagmund. His bronze needed time to grow into an amazing dragon and he wasn't going to rush him.

They had a bit of time before their next round of weryling duties, so when it was deemed to be safe, Jagmund and Lishanth decided to get some fresh air and stretch their legs. Any opportunity to show off Lishanth was an opportunity to take, too.

Smells... burnt, Lishanth remarked, grabbing the word from Jagmund's mind.

"Yeah, it does after threadfall," Jagmund replied. "It's when it doesn't smell burnt that you should worry."