Double clutch!
He could barely believe it. Neigh 60 eggs rested on the hot sands. His mind kept coming back to the thought of so many eggs. The Weyr would need all candidates on deck for this one. So many hopeful candidates. So many potential matches. Surely he would find his perfect dragon among them!
Chores completed, he changed clothes to look presentable. Makimton didn't know if would make a difference for the queens or eggs, but it wouldn't hurt to look nice for the riders. Nor would he actually enter the sands unless invited. He strolled to the entrance and peered in. His breath caught in his throat. So. Many. Eggs!
Smerdle