T'fan leaned nonchalantly against a nearby wall. "She's smaller than she will be, and you're full grown. If you can't do it now how will you cope then? My -<em>Our</em>wingleader is not so remiss as a wereling master that he has failed to teach you the correct way to put on a set of fighting straps. Come threadfall, everyone will be busy with their own dragons, and there will be no one to help you... except her."<br/><br/>He had given the same speech before. Not so often that it was rehersed, but often enough that he knew how to say it.<em>Gorth, please inform Lynanth that she is to help her rider to reach in order to put the straps on.</em>