Their divergance between Cassiopia's Scribner Apprenticeship and Cassandra's Recordskeeping is narrow, of course, but a difference none the less, and one they seem rather proud of.

Their other differences? Well, obviously, Cassiopia has more golden brown hair like their father's, while Cassandra's is more ruddy, like their mother's. All in all, the second-born of this pair of twins is darker in skin and eye as well. Both of them are around 5'10 tall, and are as they like to call themselves, pleasantly rounded in build.

Cassiopia's voice is quiet, serene and smooth, like glass. Cassandra's is a little bit louder, huskier but no less nice to listen to.

Neither of them are apt to play instruments, though when they have had training, Cassiopia was able to play a reed flute quite well, while Cassandra is still rather expert in small chimes.

"How in the world could someone leave a dragon on the sands? How?!" Cassandra looked with disgust at the words on the notice that she had gotten from Dark Moon Weyr.

Her sister leaned over her shoulder, and frowned. "It is impossible. Dragonets choose their partners or they die, don't they?"

"Fortunately," said a woman in riding gear leaning against the doorway to their work room, "at Dark Moon, we've had success keeping the little guys and girls alive after not impressing. It is work."

"I must imagine it is!" Said Cassandra. "But..." Her green eyes moved from the paper to the rider. "You're from Dark Moon?"

"I am," She said. "I am Cheche, rider of blue Raimith, a search dragon." The brown haired and eyed young woman announced. A search dragon!

Cassiopia watched the rider carefully. She seemed very eager to get ... something... from the pair of sisters. "So, you delivered this message?" She inquired. Cheche nodded.

"I did. And, looking around here, I was wondering if there weren't some people willing to possibly go looking at the few abandonlings we have left."

"So they DO impress, later?" Cassiopia asked.

"We aren't sure if it's really 'impression' as we know it," Cheche stressed that she was obviously a rider who stood properly on the sands. "But the dragons respond to certain people and not others. So their chosen ones must give as much loving attention to these abandonlings as any other hatchling."

"Perhaps more," Cassandra said, quietly. Her sister nodded.

"Might we go?" Cassiopia asked, without hesitation. "I could tell mother and father, and you could pack up some things." She instructed her slightly-younger sister.

"I would love to," Cassandra said, standing. She held the wherhide notification back to Cheche. "If that's all right?"

Cheche grinnned, "of course it is, why do you think I snuck that letter under YOUR door?"

Cheche led the pair of twins into the Weyr, and deeply beyond the hatching grounds. It became dimmer, but warmer, as they went.

"There," Cheche said, and her voice was as dark as the mood around them. The caverns walls were lit by a few glow baskets, throwing sickly light on the small collection of dragon couches and piles of bedding. It had mostly been cleared out, but... It was dismal.

"I do not like it here," Cassiopia said, quietly.

"Neither do they," Cheche said, nodding toward the last two inhabitants of the caverns, two green dragons.

They were hardly small, in fact, they looked rather like weyrlings in size. "How ... how long have they been here? Waiting for someone to claim them?" Asked Cassandra.

"Nearly half a turn. But look, they are watching you both." Cheche took that moment to leave the dark room.

But also in that moment, the two desperate looking greens stood. The darker of the pair shook her head and flakes of skin came off.

"They need so much," Cassiopia said. "They need to be oiled, and cared for."

"We're here," her sister cried, "we're here! Oh please come into the light. We won't make you come if you don't want to."

The dark one crept toward Cassiopia, her head low. When she came into the light, it was plain that the dragon needed to be attended to desperately. Cassiopia threw her arms around the green's neck, recieving a rumbling sigh of relief from the dragon.

I am Aelanth, bespoke the dragon. I am ... hungry, I think. I have not felt like eating much.

At least you have someone to scratch your skin now, bespoke the other, lighter yellowy-green dragon. She turned her head toward Cassandra, and nudged the tawny haired girl. I am Brennath. Will you tend to me as your sister does mine?

"I will! Oh, Brennath..." Cassandra and her sister both cried into the skin of their dragonets. How long would it take to get them healthy and happy?

The twins learned quickly that their dragons would take a lot of loving care to get well. The emotional distress of being abandoned on the sands was still with them, even another half turn afterwards.

Aelanth was the first to try her wings, and though she was exersizing regularly, she almost fell the first time.

"Just keep trying," Cassiopia encouraged her.

I do not want to crush you! She sent, worried.

"You could never do that! Now, let's show those sisters of ours who can be the best in the air!"

With enthusiasm, then, Aelanth turned to the sky!

Are you sure that I am pretty?

"You're the most beautiful dragon ever, Brennath." Cassandra told her dragon. Though their bond, like their sisters', was still never quite like the ones that happened when fresh out of the shell, Brennath and Cassandra loved each other dearly. The spring-green-winged dragon watched her sister take to the air, and with a little bit of jealousy she bespoke.

She made it up first. I will go higher.

"That's the spirit, Brennath! Now, once you get yourself flying, you and I can go hunting, you like that don't you?"

I will be the best hunter ever!