"Ykath says she's finished?" climbing up into Stands to join the woman sat there, K'kin none the less kept his attention on the Sands themeselves - admiring, as he always did, the gold settled there. The picture of doting motherhood she hadn't even glanced in his direction as he arrived, continuing to tend to her newest clutch as if he was of no consequence to her.

"She is," Lendrae confirmed, looking up with a smile. It was always a relief when the laying itself was finished, even if Sinyseth had been doing it without issue for turns. "Thirty-seven eggs in total this turn," it wasn't the gold's largest clutch to date, but it was easily somewhere around her average and would be plenty of future dragons to keep the Weyrlingmaster busy.

There isn't much risk of him getting bored anytime soon, Sinyseth interjected with a note of amusement, including the Weyrleader in her words willingly enough, he was far from a stranger to her. Though Daellanth advises the search riders may want to pick up a few more candidates.

Supressing a smile at the veiled instruction, K'kin dipped a bow in the queen's direction, "I'll let Situla know myself." The Weyr always had candidates around and ready, but it did never hurt to have spares, there was always another clutch after all.