It hadn't gone badly. At this point Sl'var was kind of used to things going badly. First flaming was the kind of time you didn't want things to go badly. Going badly during flaming was a whole lot worse than tripping and falling on your face during ground formations.

With that in mind he had studied almost constantly. Recareth had studied as much as a dragon's memory allowed. The pair pouring over everything they could find. Sl'var needed to be able to pick out the correct firestone quality for Recareth, the correct amount so he didn't over or under produce. There were a lot of numbers involved before the stone even got inside of Recareth's jaws. When the time had come it had all gone well. Recareth had kept control and Sl'var was almost overcome with pride when the dragon flame consistently until he was out of flame. The coughing he could manage. It was normal, not something they could prepare for. Unusual sensations were nothing to be worried about.

All that meant that when Sl'var returned to the weyrling barracks he was feeling pretty good. After giving Recareth a well deserved bath and oiling, he had gone to the baths himself. The Dessert class might almost find it unusual for Sl'var to come into the barracks with a slight smile on his face. He spent so much time worrying about one thing or another, his good mood might be seen as unusual. Recareth was at least much the same a usual. The even-tempered blue lounging in his wallow, same as always, calmly observing the comings and goings of his siblings and their riders. The blue liked to keep tabs on his clutchmates. Now more than ever, as there were fewer to keep track of.