"Volunteered?" Niobet would never have imagined doing that back in the day. Mucking was definitely not high on her list of preferred chores. Differences in life, she supposed. Still: "I suppose there are worse chores. Laundry for instance." With the number of Candidates currently in the Weyr, there'd be a lot of that.
Then the young woman went on and Niobet had to bite the inside of her cheek.
Not long on charm, is she? she asked, amused. She wrangled laughter into a smile and shook her head. "No, there's nothing we nee--"
That one, Aedeth interrupted, craning her neck toward a cluster of beasts bunched together.
We need that one very badly."No," the goldrider repeated more firmly shooting a Look up at the dragon. "We don't need anything in particular. Just out for a stroll, we spotted you, and I thought I'd say hello." She offered her hand through the fence. "I'm Niobet. The demanding one is Aedeth."