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Siran slapped cold water on her face, hearing the roar and rumble of dragons in the distance. From the purple whirling in her dragon's eyes, she very well knew what was happening. Ariath was rising to mate once more. Tiranth bellowed, her tenor tone mingling with that of the bronzes' and golden Ariath's. She wanted to rise to mate, wanted to feel the heat pounding through her veins, to be eating the clouds with her wings.

Siran knew... and feared it. She closed her eyes, feeling the warm flush of her cheeks, uncomfortable with the sensations that were accompanied by the thought. She was grasping at straws, trying to find something, anything to keep her from her green's lust. Finally, her mind settled on something that she had discussed with a weyrling earlier that same week.

L'mur had asked her (politely) if she'd please take the time to bring his sister to the Weyr to celebrate his Impression. She'd agreed, and told him that she would bring the girl, Jessmet back to Rias Weyr within the week. And her week was almost up. Tiranth, love... do you remember the coordinations to Krinn Hold? L'mur would like for us to retrieve his sibling. She waited for the green to register her question, knowing full well that she would be distracted.

L'mur? Another like him? Yes... I remember what he told me. He gave me clear images. Clearly, Tiranth was proud of that fact. The four year old dragon was swiftly growing to be fond of the weyrling, no doubt in part due to his status as a greenrider. The boy who could hear dragons drew a good deal of respect from them.

Quickly, because she wanted to escape as soon as possible, Siran prepared herself for the journey, and told Tiranth to inform L'mur that they would be fetching his sister. A quick hop a dragonback, a jump into the cold of between, and they were there... at the steps of Krinn Hold. There was a small crowd gathering as the rider removed her weyrhide gloves, straightening her riding straps as she slid gracefully down from her dragon's back.

"Greetings, Lady Jessmina. I am Siran, rider of green Tiranth. I have been sent by a young man by the name of Lemurrin, now called L'mur, to extend a personal invitation to his sister to join him at Rias Weyr, and provide her transportation if she should wish to accompany him." Siran gave the lady the courtesy that she had grown accustomed to offering Holders, and put what might be termed as her best foot forward. "If you would be so kind as to have me shown to the young man's sister, Jessmet, I would be greatly obliged." Tiranth seemed to be very amused by the small children that were clustering around her, very aware of her own beauty.

A flicker something passed through the dragonrider's hawk-like amber eyes. The corner of her mouth might have twitched, but that much was difficult to determine. "But of course, with her parents' permission, my lady." Siran inclined her head politely to the Lady. "It is L'mur's fondest wish that his sister keep him company in the Weyr for now..." and a certain light entered her eyes. "Rias Weyr would be glad of any of his bloodline..." she muttered under her breath. A boy who heard dragons? Unheard of. Amazing. More loudly, she said,"and so this, I take it, is the sister?" A wry smile fixed itself on her lips as she glanced at Jessmet.

"A visit, of course. I would be glad to take her to visit her brother." Of course, Siran had an inkling that it would turn out to be more than a mere visit... a feeling that was back up by the fact that Tiranth, at the sight of Jessmet, craned her head down and crooned. The lovely green seemed quite pleased by the young lady, more so than her rider would have thought. Ordinarily, the dragon did not take a shine to females (with the exception of dragons, of course).

The dragonrider scanned the heights for a dragon, and then shrugged, looking about her... her thin, angular features at odds with those of the women around her. She seemed to mellow when given space, out in the open. Within the close quarters of the Weyr she had to work to keep herself from snapping at erstwhile weyrlings and cocky riders. "You have given Rias a fine rider, my lady. Our finest commendations to you." A smile hovered over and dispersed from her lips.

"I am familiar with L'mur. He seems to be happy as I have seen a newly impressed rider be. He did well, impressing green Saranth." It was natural for the rider to express herself so, having experienced such an Impression no more than four years before. "Be off with you then, young lady. We've no time to waste." She smiled apologetically at Lady Jessmina.

"If you please, while I am hungry myself, my dragon is hungrier than I am. Would you happen to have a runner beast or herd beast to spare? Two, if possible." Siran was trying to be polite, while the insistent hunger pangs pulsed through her mind. Poor Tiranth hadn't eaten for quite awhile. The green was simply too taken up with doing other things to bother. "I would be glad to give you and your husband news of L'mur."

"He flourishes at the Weyr. He's grown to be quite the favorite among the elder dragonriders. Always polite and well spoken. His dragon is beautiful, a lovely green by the name of Saranth." Siran smiled now, pleased to speak of a subject that she liked. Her next thought was none so happy. "The reason that I have chosen this moment to bring you his news is that Ariath flies again, and I do not want my green so near a flight. Not when she is of age with the queen." It was not that personal of knowledge. Quite common, really. "I hope that you do not mind that I have come here partially to escape that."

"He is exactly the sort to impress. Exactly what young Saranth needed." Siran chuckled. "Tiranth adores the little girl, constantly playing the role of affectionate elder sister. Of course, she's really her aunt. I'm glad that L'mur has done so well by himself." He was, of course, one of the more tolerable weyrlings. Normally, the young ones grated on her nerves, but with the way her dragon so liked his, she couldn't help but be a little fond of him. "You are both to be proud of him. He has done nothing but behave honorably and as befits a young dragonrider."

"Good to see a parent so supportive of a child's decision. Sad to say, we've many young weyrlings whose parents disown them when they join the Weyr." The greenrider was more laid back now, having grown comfortable in the woman's presence. In her head, she could hear Tiranth's pleased crow as she ate an old herdbeast. "It would be nice to have music at Rias. I do hope one of these young harpers becomes the Weyrsinger." Siran suppressed a laugh, knowing that somewhere young Jessmet was running around, frantic to get everything together as soon as possible. If Siran had anything to say about it, they wouldn't leave right away. Not with the flight happening as she spoke.