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Oneth enters the lower caverns with a loud screech, T'thia cringes and scrammbles to silent her bronze

"Oneth keep it down"

she hissed at the creature. he sent her a flurry of images before setteling on her shoulder

"alright alright, where's Huntu? he can help"

she was sent an image of her blue spending time with T'orn. she sighed and gave a nod before setting off out of the lower caverns. she passes through the kitchen store rooms. she gathered several large pots or oil and a rag. a bathing brush and a strip of leather. she hefted it all into an easy to carry pack. she wondered back through the lower caverns humming hapily to herself as she tied up her short shoulder length hair. she wondered out into the sunshine. Lira and Oneth perched on her shoulder. she gave a shrill whistle and Arizath woke

"bath time love"

the large bronze dropped form the ledge to land by the lake before wading in. T'thia stripped off her boots, and harper blue vest leaving them on the bank with the pack. she rolled up her pants and sleeves and waded in giving a shiver at the cold water. she had taken a bag of sweet sand and the bathing brush from the pack. when Arizath emerged from the water she set to bathing him Lira and Oneth attacking his hide with vigor. Arizath kept shifting and splashing his rider

"cut it out Riz you're ganna get me soaked. this is your bath not mine"

her dragon gave a draconic chuckle and bugled amusingly at his games while T'thia scrubbed at his hide

Ray nods. "But like dragons, they sometimes pick up aspects of their personality from their person. So a person who has a gung-ho, take charge, get things done sort of personality has flits who tend to take the same view of life. Flits understand when we need things that we don't fully understand ourselves, and they often attempt to fill those needs, or find a way to help them get filled."

She glances at T'thia, who heads out of the caverns with her flit. "Of course, some flits are ornery just because they know they can get away with it. Take my friend Kya, for example. He's a real pushover sometimes, it's cute... but his flit takes shameless advantage of his good nature."

((yeah.))

Ray nods. "It's neat, watching how flits interact with people, and the influence they have on us."

Ray yawns, covering her mouth a bit sheepishly. "I think it's time for me to find my weyr. You're welcome to stay the night, there are several unoccupied weyrs on the higher tiers. I look forward to speaking to you again."

Yawning again, Ray nods politely at him, and heads out of the cavern.

When she reaches her weyr, she looks Wrath over. Oh yes, it'd definitely be tomorrow... probably early. Ray crawls into her sleeping furs, only removing her belt and boots before zonking out.

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((we shall be fast-forwarding soon to tomorrow))

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Fast Forwarding!))

Ray tosses restlessly in her sleep, having strange dreams. In the adjoining room, Wrath twitches, dreams of her own haunting her sleep... her hide glows brightly in the dim pre-dawn light...

Are you awake yet?

Kya mumbles.

Hello? Wakey wakey. Wake up already!

Kya tries to roll over and hits his head on the back of the long bench. "Ow! Why'd you hit me!" He cracks his eyes open. His back is sore from sleeping oddly on the bench, and he swings his legs off to sit up.

"What?" He stretches, trying to work out the kinks. Ah, a satisfying pop, and his back feels so much better!

I think I should go down to the feeding grounds.

"Why?" Kya rubs his eyes.

Well. Wrath is rising today. So I should blood a few herdbeasts, maybe two? So I can chase her.

"WHAT?" Kya leaps to his feet and trips over his boots, which he must have removed in his sleep. After hitting the ground in a painful sprawl, he scrambles back to his feet. "But we were supposed to--supposed to--"

Take a long sweepflight to an isolated area? Yeah... then you fell asleep, didn't trade duties with anyone. We've still got the day off. Nakoreth sounds downright sneaky. So get your boots on, so I can carry you down to the ground level. You'd hate to be stuck up here when it starts, wouldn't you?

Kya says things that rider probably shouldn't say about his own dragon while Nakoreth makes a chuckling cough sound in the background.

Mostly dressed, Kya climbs up Nakoreth's side and prepares for the ride down. "Isn't it a bit early?" he asks.

No; I have a feeling things will be starting fairly soon. You can run into the lower caverns for some klah though, and some food? You missed dinner last night, you must be more hungry than a stuck wherry.

By way of answer, Kya's stomach growls.

Nakoreth lands, and waits politely while Kya makes his klah and food run, then they walk together toward the feeding grounds. Sitting on the dusty little hill that overlooks it, Kya munches on a warm breakfast roll, with bits of sausage and cheese baked in, watching Nakoreth.