It had been TWO TURNS and even longer than that since a Queen Egg had been seen at Western. Would they see one? Martirae was daring to hope. No dragon had picked her in four years and while she still had plenty of time to go…she was getting tired of waiting for things.
As she sat peeling tubers – a very, very basic task – she didn’t even know she was muttering out loud. “Sheyoth? Vimiath? Maybe Orcheth, but it’s been a while since she rose. Which makes her a likely option…..”
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