Thaliawen
Her flight had gone extremely well. Killakeeth was enjoying the fruits of her labors, so to speak. Her pregnancy was plain for anyone who looked at her shimmering golden hide, and she encouraged any lookers to stay as long as they liked.
Her belly was just starting to bulge out, but it didn't impede her doing her job yet. The pair had been out on several searches already. Today Vosin had something that tied her down to the weyr for the day. Her mate had been as attentive as she could wish, but today he and his rider had their duties too.
She languished in her wallow, pouting that no one was around to admire and adore her as she deserved. Who could she call that might be free? Of course she could always go to a more public place and lounge there. There was one candidate she hadn't talked to in some time. Mari my dear, are you free? I am at my wallow if you are.
