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| "You just can't, Viriy!" Viriith, the weyrling corrected, and I think I'm old enough! "Well you're not! You just can't chew firestone yet!" Why not, Viriith asked, peering with sad, whirling eyes at her rider. I want to! "I'm sorry, Viriith, but you're not old enough. Soon, though! And anyway, wouldn't you rather have a beautiful clutch? You can't have that if you chew firestone!" No, the green sulked, I want to chew firestone! "Sorry, dearest, you can't. Just like you can't go between." Viriith's head snapped up from it's dejected position. I can't go between?! What am I going to do?! I want to! |