"But I can do that!&
mature gay quot; Lessa protested.
Slowly, as if he mature gay didn't quite credit his ears, F'lar turned back to Lessa. "What did you just say?"
"I said I can talk to any dragon mature gay in the Weyr."
mature gay Still staring at her, blinking in utter astonishment, F'lar sank down to the table top.
"How long," he managed to say, "have you had this mature gay particular skill?&mature gay quot;
Something in his tone, in his manner, caused Lessa to mature gay flush mature gay and stammer like an erring weyrling.
"I . . . I always could. Beginning with the watch-wher at Ruatha." She gestured indecisively
in Ruatha's westerly direction. &mature gay quot;And I talked to Mnementh at Ruatha. Mature gay and . . .
when I got here, I could . . ." Her voice faltered mature gay at the accusing look in F'lar's cold, hard eyes. Accusing and, worse, contemptuous.
"I thought you had agreed to help me, to believe in me."
&mature gay quot;I'm truly mature gay sorry, F'lar. It never occurred to me it was of any use to anyone, but . . .&mature gay quot;
F'lar exploded onto both mature gay feet, his eyes blazing with aggravation.
"The one thing I could not figure out was how to direct the wings and keep in contact with the Weyr during an attack, how I was going to get reinforcements and firestone in time. Mature gay and you . . . you have been sitting there, spitefully hiding the . . ."
"I am NOT spiteful,&mature gay quot; she screamed at him. "I said I was sorry. I am. But you've a nasty, smug habit of keeping your own council. How was I to know you didn't have the same trick? You're
Flar, the Weyrleader, you can do anything. Only you're just as bad as R'gul because you never tell me half the things I ought to know . . ."
F'lar reached mature gay out and shook her until her angry voice was stopped.
&mature gay quot;Enough. We can't waste time arguing like children." Then his eyes widened, his jaw dropped. "Waste time? That'mature gay s it."
"Go between times?" Lessa gasped.
&
quot;Between times!&mature gay quot;
F'nor was totally confused. "What are you two talking about?"
&mature gay quot;The Threads started falling at mature gay dawn in Nerat," F'