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Ah yes, freedom at last! For the most part, anyway. Caironairth sat out in the sun, stretching his wings and testing their movement away from healer’s eyes. It had boiled down to a simple waiting game at this point while the fringed sails to heal. Physically, he was ready to go, but his wings could only support short flights at this point. However, that had meant that he was utterly free to leave the infirmary.

Finally.

The brown stretched and enjoyed a meal brought down by his own claws -- had even tore into it with the gleeful abandon of a newly-airborn weyrling. It had been followed by a bath and oiling from Wa’ren, had fallen asleep halfway through the oiling in the heat of midday. Yet his thoughts were warm and content, and any who even looked at the massive mountain of a dragon could see he near radiated happiness from every edge and corner.

With the sun waning, casting the sky into the beginning swells of color and pattern, Caironairth gently settled himself upon his weyrledge after a minor struggle. It was a momentary pause, letting himself regain his breath before he cast his gaze around for the one so luminous in a Weyr full of dragons -- she could light the whole caldera with her radiance.

My dearest Monath, I hope this isn’t a bad time. His call is gentle, sweet -- for as much as his hearts are full of love, he knows Monath is beloved by so many. Every moment with her was an utter treasure. If you are free, I would love to watch the sun set with you. It could never be as beautiful as her, but to spend the first evening back upon his ledge in over a month with Monath? Even the idea makes his hearts soar.