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Amelia was decked out in winter furs as well, her hood and sleeves edged if fluffy, pepper-coloured fur. Her breath misted in the air as she turned about, looking into the sky with a sort of longing pride. The goldrider had her hands up but they weren't pressed to her lips, instead they cradled a small pouch. It was warm to the touch and misted a little bit, keeping her hands warm.

Around her, there were three smaller forms that circled and played, chasing the occasional snowflake that drifted down. Above, with the gold shape, two other smaller shapes danced in the wake of her passing, bringing her total of flits to five.

Above, the swish of wings and rumble of an annoyed gold warned off the troublesome flits as Sharath experimented with banking. She'd mastered glides fairly easily and had taken to working for wings to develop the muscle more fully. It was quick, really, and she was eager to take her rider aloft but that required mastering flight.

Which, of course, resulted in frequent practice and exercise - something Amelia encouraged, even in the chill, so long as it wasn't too cold. She, after all, wasn't so active and tended to freeze if left alone outdoors for over long, even with her furs.

Amelia had turned when Panata had called out to her and blinked as he promptly decided to greet the ground as well. Laughing, the ex-Excavator shuffled over and offered a hand to him, "Are you alright? I didn't expect to see anyone out here.... it's so cold."

She grinned as the flits disappeared from near Sharath to appear around Amelia in a cloud of colour and chittering as all five of her flits greeted the newcomers. Images of indoors and dragons, herself... even Panata and food echoed through her mind and she shook her head, always amazed at the sheer amount of dragon gossip that flits seemed to partake in.

Who is that, Mine? Sharath called as she wheeled above, dipping into a lazily spiralling dive.

Panata. He woke me one day and he had a brown firelizard that rather appreciated your appearance. She felt the dragon riffle through memories at that and the confirmation as Sharath found what she was looking for.

Oh. Greetings, then. Hopefully his firelizards keep yours busy. They keep trying to teach me - I cannot roll and move as they do. She huffed, shaking her head, At least, not yet.

"Ah. Yeah, I try to enjoy it a little bit. It's always so hushed when it snows and everything's blanketed in ice that glitters when the clouds clear. It's pretty but I inevitably have to take a hot bath after to defrost." She chuckled as she offered him the warmed stones, "I've taken to carrying these - heat rocks. Helps keep your fingers warm."

Her gaze slid to the new flit and she held out a gloved hand to the young green with a smile, "It's the first winter for my brood as well. I don't know about Docili... He's kind of small though he picked me rather then hatching and Impressing to me." As the calling of his name, the little brown alighted on Amelia's forearm and peered at Panata, chirping. "I just sharding hope I don't accumulate any more... I have a rainbow, now. My own little Weyr... and not much mindspace to myself." She sighed, "Three little ones and a big ol' glorious Queen."

Turning her face skyward, she watched as Sharath tried a sharper sweep and smiled when the gold managed it without much trouble. "Though the little ones seem to enjoy showing Sharath how to fly." At that, the blue and bronze blinked Between once more, shortly followed by the green, leaving the brown and gold to flutter about around Amelia.

"How have you been? Was Astrisi a gift? She's really pretty. Nice and bright, reminds me of spring."

Above, Sharath trumpted annoyance once more and Amelia chuckled as the flits zipped about their much larger cousin, trying to show the queen the 'how to' of 'proper' aerial acrobatics - nevermind she was still learning to simply fly.

"I don't know... she seems rather determined to learn on her own. She's already tried to claw poor Altaica from the sky." She frowned as she glanced at the golden flit, amused by how she was echoing the motions of Sharath higher up. "Sharath doesn't take too kindly to the 'suggestions' of other golds."

That is because I am just as worthy as they, Mine. Why should I listen if my place is equal? The gold called, the indignant tone in her voice impossible to miss.

Sighing, Amelia shrugged faintly, I know, Sharath. But sometimes help is given earnestly and is not a sleight against your honour. Mm?

The gold simply snorted and returned to her practice, having decided she would rather improve her flying abilities then argue this point. Hers was a stubborn one and while the gold loved her all the more for it, it sometimes was frustrating. That, and she was getting chilly - they would not be out much longer.

"Really? She's only a week old?" Amelia asked, blinking as the tiny green crawled up onto her arm. Smiling she wiggled her fingers and cooed at the flit. "What happened? Did a Wher find the nest, maybe?"

At his complaint that the brown and green didn't get along, she tilted her head to the side, "They don't get along? But she's female... isn't that what Meisir chases all the time?"

She had to conciously filter the images her flits were sending her - mostly of gold butt - as they tried to figure out what Meisir was so interested in. This, of course, prompted some sort of comparison and critique of Sharath's hindquarters among the males assembled and Amelia couldn't help but laugh at that. "Your brown's a bad influence. Now they're all judging Sharath's rear..."

Hmph. The gold swept suddenly right but she didn't shake the firelizards and instead growled at them, a low, throaty sound meant to warn the little admirers off.

Ulysses and Nebulos backed off, but not by much - much to Sharath's chagrin.

"Hmn, well then she's a lucky one then. Maybe he'll be more interested when she Rises, yeah. I almost wish Ulysses would pay less attention to us - he's always finding gifts and things. Or that Nebulos wasn't so possessive of 'his girls'. Docili's too lazy for him to worry about but the blue is definitely a competitor as far as he's concerned." She chuckled, looking up as Sharath growled and sighed.

Hey. Don't hurt anyone. Tell them to go away if they're so annoying. She sent, frowning at her independant dragon.

I don't care where they are. As long as they're not trying to guide me. She shot back, tossing her head as she leaned into another turn that would bring her back around for a straight approach to Amelia.

She shrugged, Just don't hurt them. They're just trying to help.

The simply harumphed as the goldrider turned back to Panata. "He'll learn fast enough if he annoys her enough. Though she might also break his poor heart too. She can be rather blunt about her opinions. So, what have you been up to? It's been a while since we last met."

"Assign them sleeping spots?" She suggested, tilting her head to the side as she adjusted her furry hood, "That's how I organize mine. Everybody gets their own little territory and that area's theirs to maintain and sleep in. Docili gets my book case and desk... and he's always fiddling with stuff. It's almost like he's driven to tidy those areas." Amelia chuckled, "There's got to be room enough to designate 'sleeping quarters' for your flits. Everything else can be common space?"

With five fire lizards and a queen to care for, Amelia was quickly learning how to manage her brood of dragons even if she was still learning about handling the politics of people.

She glanced up at the green who blinked away from Sharath to hover in the air before Amelia for a moment before blinking back, "I.... don't know about that. 'Sar can't seem to pay attention to anything for very long. She has a horrible memory. Altaica, though, has a fairly decent memory... though I wouldn't be surprised if they shared impressions among one another - not exact memories but 'this is good', 'this is bad' sort of things."

"Cutting and peeling?" She echoed, "You work in the kitchens now? I'll have to come visit then, bother you while you're working." Grinning, she winked.

Meanwhile, Sharath had settled into her approach and it wasn't long before the sweeping of her wings threw up the drifts of snow and covered the two. Amelia hollered her complaint only to bend and form a snowball that she then pegged the gold in the nose with. Sharath started, rearing up as she fanned them again, the two girls laughing when a miniature snow storm whipped up. It's cold Mine, if you're finished pretending to be an icicle, let's go inside.

"You're the one that insists on practicing even in the cold, Sharath." She replied, turning back to Panata, "Apparently we should proceed inside now. After you?"

Sharath padded along behind them, nudging Amelia's back with her cold snout to remind the rider she could not fit the Kitchens any more. Not comfortably anyway. I know. We're just going to stand near one of the hearths. I'm not going to leave you, Sharath.

The queen simply harumphed at that, Good. She was told and tired, she deserved some warmth and attention.

"Aye, I like the smells and warmth of the kitchens too, same with the tunnels though the scents there area vastly different from the kitchens." She chuckled, "I would help if I could but I think the staff would protest. I can try, though, next time I see you? And don't worry about fresh rolls!" She got enough special treatment, she didn't want to seem like she was using Panata. She genuinely liked the boy, but she wasn't so callous as that. "I get a lot of treats already... I don't want you to have to work extra for me. You're a friend, not a servant."

Her flits popped into existence around them in a rainbow coloured cloud and her gold settled on her shoulders, much to the brown's dismay as there wasn't enough room for both. The bronze, green, and blue didn't seem to have a problem with flying along but Docili was incredibly put out. Pouting, he finally settled on Amelia's head, or more precisely her hood. "If you fall off, it's not my fault." She spoke, amused by the wobbly, uncertain emotions and images the brown as sending her and as he tried to remain balanced.