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Eltimioth rambled over looking quite satisfied, and though her leathers and saddle were affixed, her rider was nowhere to be seen--for the moment. She gave the blue a thorough lookover--he was about her size, perhaps a shade bigger, and not fully grown yet. Striking coloration, too. A bit haphazard; he definitely wasn't as pretty as she was. Her ego quieted, Eltimioth turned her focus to the blue's young rider, eyes whirling green. Belated congratulations on your Impression, G'brel. E'lai-mine says so as well. Though she hadn't precisely remembered, E'lai had sort of reminded her the girl had been waiting to hear her since she was a Candidate. Perhaps the effect was not so special now that she had a dragon of her own? Well, permission given was permission, and Eltimioth always did like a new person to talk to... You will be Lifth then. I have heard much about you from the one called Sleeth. Eltimioth sounded perhaps a little too amused as she name-dropped the blue's weyrling bunkmate.

Yes. The little one demanded food. So troublesome. Eltimioth looked back over her shoulder, seeking among the landscape for her tardy rider. She held this position for a quiet moment or two, and then seemed to sight something--but anything she might have said was disrupted by a golden firelizard appearing from between and promptly landing on Eltimioth's head with a scolding trill. Shush, tiny one.

The gold did not seem to want to be shushed, and in all the commotion E'lai managed to slip in most undetected, scrambling up Eltimioth's leg and into the saddle. "Sorry for the delay, G'brel," he apologized, strapping himself in for flight. When Kirel wanted something, it was best to comply...and quickly.

"Ah, and you as well, G'brel," E'lai said warmly. He was a bit chagrined he hadn't managed to even really say hello to the girl in the months since the Hatching, but he'd been a kind of busy on his own, between Eltimioth's brooding (he sincerely hoped she would come out of her next Flight in a much better mood) and duties to the Weyr and all. Still, she looked to have become a capable weyrling rider, and no doubt she'd be an asset to whatever wing took her on in a few months when Lifth was fully grown.

"Yes, let's," he agreed, and Eltimioth was more than happy to take to the sky. He'd worried that she'd be complaining about the longer flights required instead of just popping between and back, but she seemed content with matters for now.

Or perhaps she was content because she was too busy getting an eyeful of the young blue. E'lai had to roll his eyes at the careful mental observations running through his head from his green. Surely she wasn't proddy again yet? No. But it does not hurt to be prepared, Eltimioth answered privately to E'lai. Though I expect Tereth will be participating again. Of course the brown would be more likely than a blue to win.

And I hope he wins this time, E'lai thought back--if only so Eltimioth'd give it a rest. Surely once she got what she wanted she'd back off her seeming infatuation with the brown, right? He could hope. Otherwise he and S'ren were in for some interesting times...

How are you finding flying, G'brel? Eltimioth said, figuring she wasn't living up to her reputation of being a chatty green if she wasn't making conversation. She didn't think Lifth would be particularly amenable to chatter; not from the impressions she'd gotten from Sleeth. Sleeth was a dear, but the older green guessed she wasn't the brightest egg in the bunch. No doubt her presence was taxing on the somewhat-serious-minded blue.

You fly well. I am sure you will succeed in what little training remains to you and yours, Eltimioth said, praising. They did make a pretty pair.

"About here is where we want to start, I think," E'lai said, gesturing below them. "Let's go down, Eltimioth." The green complied, finding a large enough gap in the brush to head for the ground. He gave the ground a thorough look from dragonback. There was something that might have been the right thing but--

No, it is not the right shape, Eltimioth said regretfully, having craned her neck down to investigate the planet closer. We shall move on.

The next patch of maybe-green-plants was also a resounding failure. I think this may go better if we follow their lead, and you search by air while I search the ground, E'lai admitted, removing straps to dismount.

Very well. I shall see how the little blue flies unencumbered, eh~? Eltimioth teased, nudging E'lai's head lightly, before moving off to get enough distance to take off again. She glanced around for Lifth's position, and, noting it, circled off to cover another way, though true to her word, she did keep an eye out for Lifth in between scanning the ground.

E'lai traipsed further into the brush, once again spotting something out of the corner of his eye that might--well, no, it wasn't Mystweed after all. He sighed. How many mornings and afternoons had been spent on this wherry-chase now? Some of the other riders were having luck. He just wasn't one of them, apparently. Seeing anything?

Not a single spade-shaped leaf, Eltimioth reported, with a sigh of her own. Lifth? Are you having success?

"Sounds like it," E'lai agreed. It was shaping up to be another wild chase, but they at least had to try. Duty to the Weyr and all. And at least this time they weren't running across Benden dragons...

Reminded of her gossip, Eltimioth's wingbeats grew stronger as she hurried back. Lifth! Have you heard? Benden Hatched a crimson! The green sounded gleeful, though no doubt she'd be a bit put out if he'd already heard from elsewhere.