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I saw a woman weaving with such artistry and craft.
I saw a healer healing with such tenderness of heart.
I saw the hearthfire burning on a night so cold and dark.
And the dragon that did choose her, first and last.
I saw a weyrling training for the deadliest of crafts.
I saw their dragon cared for with such tenderness of heart.
I saw their flaming breath, and watched them through between depart:
Dragonrider Mirrim and her Path
See them fly, high and together, darting swift and diving low.
See them rise, to fly together, searing threads and saving homes.
See them flame in golden glory, wings of green so lithe and fast.
Doubt not the worth of women fit to earn a dragon's heart.
