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Ryvana looks around nervously, unsure of what to do. She didn't really know anybody that well, except for Velmeth, and her dragonets, Moon, Flasher, Fisher, and Milly. Currently, Moon sits on her shoulder, her tail curled around her neck protectively. Ryvana sat on the ground, leaning agains't Velmeth's shoulder, his brown hide gleaming.

Ryvana? Is Ryvana sad? A jolly voice entered her mind, and she started.

No. . . no. . . I-I'm not sure, Vel. I guess I'm just lonely. . . she sighs wistfully.

But I'm here. . . and so are the little ones.

Velmeth turned his small, at least proportionally to a dragon, wedge-shaped head towards her, his eyes whirling a soft blue-green, and Ryvana lost herself once again in those eyes, and felt everlasting loyalty in the unbreakable bond she shared with her dragon. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she sighed, and let herself stay that way.

Thanks, love. I might as well oil your skin while I have the time. Reaching into a small bag sitting on the ground next to her, she pulled out a flask of oil, and poured a small amount onto her hands, rubbing them together, then gently massaging the tender skin on Velmeth's neck.

Moon, her gold skin shining, curled up on her shoulder, and, her tail wrapped around Ryvana's neck to keep her from falling off, promptly fell asleep, her little body rising and falling as she breathed. Fisher and Milly orbited Velmeth's head for a few minutes, and Milly eventually landed on Velmeth's head, craning her head to watch Ryvana. Fisher landed on his back, falling asleep just as Moon had. Flasher curled up in Ryvana's lap, but didn't fall asleep, instead watching Ryvana as she oiled Velmeth from his vantage point.

((sorry about the dragonets, I forgot what their names were sweatdrop but the colors and numbers I pmed are correct. sweatdrop ))

T'thia stood, her bronze blue and gold flitts finding their perches on her shoulders. she smiled at the candidates

"you can remain at this table, but don't let the headwomen Shadill catch you, only senior wyrelings are allowed at this table, so just keep an eye out for her. But please excuse me, i have matters to attend to. Arizath wishes my presence"

she gave a small nod of her head and exited the lower caverns to see what her bronze wanted.

"love what is it?"

can we fly? i want to stretch my wings

alright love, grab your harness and come down here

Arizath took the leather straps up within in forclaws and dropped from the sunning ledge he was usually found on. he settled near his rider and waited patciently while she strapped the buckles on to the gleaming bronze dragon. she ckecked over the buckles and straps

"these are do for an oiling before any trips between are made, but they'll do for a flight around the wyre."

she took up her riding belt and strapped it around her slender waist. checking the buckle carfuly. she then took hold of the straps with her strong grip and hauled herself to Arizath's neck, setteling between the ridges.

"ready love?"

as if on que Arizath crouched to give himself a better lift, his only warning to his rider. T'thia leaned forward laying flat against the neck as Arizath launched with break neck speed and circled quickly to a high height.

"good love. let's practice some of those drills for our exams"

do we have to?

"we'll practice for a little bit and then you can play around with your ow aireals"

YEAH!

T'thia's laughter was lost in the wind and her breath was caught as Arizath did a deadly dip to circle. they began practe for their exams, going into spirals and breaking out of them, practicing how to counter act a wind current caught wrong. Arizath tested T'thia on keeping ehr head cool if somthing went wrong with his wings, faking a weak wing and falling quickly. she kept her calm and sent the instructions to him, he wouldn't fallow through but pull out and go back into another test of her calm will. when they had gone over most of the important moves she let him loose to play in the air. laughing at some of his stunts and having a grand time on her large bronze.

Tikal approached the timid girl looking at the gleaming dragon with awe.

"He's beautiful," she breathed, then remebering her manners she introduced herself, "Hello, my name's Tikal. Haven't seen you around here before." She smiled a bit wryly, "Then again, I've only been here since about a week before Wrath's flight. What's your name?"

As soon as Lapis felt Rukbat's warmth hit him, the little blue flit stirred. Chirping sleepily he stretched his wings and climbed up Tikal's arm up to her shoulder. He blinked drowzily and observed Ryvana with mild interest.

"This annoying little sprite would be Lapis," explained Tikal to which the little blue gave a cheep. Then in a tone of mock dismay Tikal continued, "His brother is off somewhere having fun with that little gold lover of his. He has no time for family anymore. But I see you must have your hands full with your little ones."

Huntu, Oneth, and Lira, all gliding calmly by Arizath suddenly shriek and go into crazed aireals. T'thia stares at her pregnant queen and the bronze and blue around her, suddenly they are lost in the fair of fire lizards that erupt into the wyre

" Riz what's wrong with them?!"

Arizath made an attempt to calm his rider

i don't know mine, but i'm sure we'll find out. just relax, we'll watch from up here

"steer clear of the flits Riz, they're hysteric"

I will

T'thia watched in worry as fire lizards went nuts all around her. she then saw Lira, Oneth, and Huntu break from the mass and streak towards her screaching loudley. the tugged at her hair and snapped at her face

"what do they want?"

ground, now!

that was the first time Lira had ever spoken to T'thia, it was wiered. she stared in odd confusion at her irate flit but nodded

"Riz, land now"

where?

"....near the lake i guess"

Arizath made a dangerouse dip and cut through the air down towards the lake, anyone on the ground would think the rider and dragon were in toruble comming down at such an angle, but Arizath and T'thia had trained in this drop a million times during practice and knew how to handel it. Arizath pulled out and glided down to land softley next to the lake. T'thia didn't dismount but shielded her eyes against the glare of the sun. she saw Flits chasing people out of wyre's and caverns, barracks and kitchens. some of the male riders came out bare to the waist, some females hurridley puling on tunic or trousers to make themselves decent. she saw one young boy clinging to a bed sheet as a pair of greens hauled him from the drudge barracks. T'thia couldn't believe the pandamonium and chaos that had erupted in the wyre. she looked up agaisnt the sun to see the cloud of flits.

Myyth heard the shrieking of flits long before she saw anything. All over the cavern they were flying at people, and raising racket that was.......amazing.

"Spirith whats going on?"
"What do you mean?"
"The flits have all gone mad. Could you find out what's bothering them?"
A few moments passed before Spirith responded, her tone was both worried and confused.
"They want everyone to go outside. Now."
"I wonder why, but they do seem.......insistant. Why don't we find Ray outside? She could know whats up."
Spirith snorted, as though so much fuss about about a few flits was below her."Shall I bespeak Wrath?
"No, not yet, this might all be nothing after all. Let's just head outside and take a look around."

Spirith got up and headed towards the stairs. "Can we go to the lake?."
"Later maybe, once we know whats going on."

Lapis glanced at Moon with mild interest, but yawned in boredom at the bronze's angry chattering.
Not interested...

Tikal smiled at the exchange between the flits.

"Glint, my bronze flit, is exactly the same. He just caught his first queen in a mating flight, so he's going to be downright unbearable for a while. Lapis here has never been very interested in mating flights."

Just then a racket reached her ears. Turning around she saw practically every flit in Benden taking to the skies. Lapis' eyes whorled red and with an unearthly screech flapped off her shoulder to join them.

"I wish I knew," Ray tells him, batting the crazy flit away. Isskio adds a new level of agitation to her cries, flapping her wings at Ray's arms, shrieking.

She wants you to get the egg. What egg? Wrath sounds grouchy at being disturbed by the echoing cries of the flits.

"The egg!" Ray slaps her forehead, remembering the delivery last night. "Isskio, where is the egg?"

Pleased that her person finally figured something out, Isskio sends an image of the egg, safely in Ray's weyr. She turns to P'las, "You can find your way down, right? It's ... well... down! I'm going to go get that flit egg before Isskio injures someone!"

She dashes down the stairs before waiting for a response, then runs headlong up the stairs to her own weyr. Isskio flies around her head, shrieking like an injured wherry. She reaches her weyr panting, then runs inside to scoop up the eggpot, which is resting close to the fireplace. Isskio remains outside, hovering at the entrance.

After a quick glance around her weyr, wondering where Isskio had gone, Ray notices how sore her feet are. She glances down. Well, no wonder they're sore! She'd been running around all day without her boots on. After looking around her sleeping furs a moment, Ray locates one, then the other, and crams her feet inside.

She rests a moment, holding the eggpot, wondering why Isskio had made such a fuss to get her outside, and then... just left.

Suddenly the queen flit is back, her eyes flashing red and orange, shrieking at her person.

Ray! Get outside NOW! Wrath bellows from the Weyrbowl, and confused but afraid at the tone of Wrath's mental voice, Ray sprints from her sleeping area to the exit.