Illea sighed heavily, setting down the skin she had been looking over for the past hour. Her new post as Senior Weyrwoman, to put it lightly, was stressing her out already, and it had only been a few days. The paperwork seemed to just keep piling up. "I'll never get done with any of this. By Faranth's shell, why would any girl want to be a Weyrwoman?" Feeling tired, she leaned back in her chair, fingertips rubbing her throbbing temple. So much work to be done and there never seemed enough candlemarks in the day to make any head way through it.

You should take a break and relax, Illea dear. If you work yourself too hard, you might hurt yourself.

Illea looked towards the dragon ledge of her weyr, the gold and black mutant queen lounging in the sun. She had noticed Selenith's belly had grown bigger over the past few sevendays, but didn't think much of it, she'd still grow until she was about two Turns old. "I guess I should... but there's just so much to do, it's difficult to keep up with everything."

Ask A'ir or R'sul for help then. I'm sure they wouldn't mind doing some of the more mundane tasks while you're doing the more important stuff.

She chuckled, her dragon was right, she should ask for help. "I suppose you're right, Selenith. I'll ask A'ir later." Illea got up and walked out onto the ledge, leaning against the massive gold's head and stroking her thick eye ridge. Selenith's eyes drooped and she purred softly, tail fork flicking back and forth in approval. It was a nice sunny day, with few clouds in the air. The temperature was perfect as well. "Such a nice day, isn't it?"

The gold grunted and rolled slightly to get on her feet, which took some effort with her large belly. "Everything alright Selenith?"

I'm not... sure. My belly feels funny. The eggs keep moving around and.... oh, I think I need to get to the hatching sands.

Illea looked at her dragon wide-eyed. "Then go! Hurry, before you start dropping eggs. Go, go, go!" She waved her arms at her dragon. Selenith grunted again and dropped off the ledge, unable to jump, and glided into the hatching sands, landing heavily in the large arena of fine, warm sand. Immediately, she began shuffling sand around, pushing it into a large mound. Illea was running down the stairs, almost tripping twice on her way down to the Weyrbowl, then bolting towards the hatching sands as Selenith began to lay.

After several candlemarks and much pacing and growling, Selenith lay curled around a clutch of thirty eggs, a single gold egg sitting in the middle on a higher rise. Illea just finished counting the new clutch. "30 eggs... well done Selenith. They're very lovely. Selenith was exhausted, eyes barely open.

Yes, they are. Rhakimeth, come see... I clutched... come see our clutch.

Illea smiled and hugged her dragon's nose. "Very good Selenith, very good."