Welcome to Gaia! ::

She'd heard that another clutch had been laid, and with it another queen egg. The event called for a celebration, but Greenrider Lyveana was looking a little deeper into the astounding event, wondering at it's portent. First there was the phenomenon of two queens on the sands, followed by another clutch with a queen, and now this one. She had read that the queen dragons became more prolific when the Threads were eminent, but Lyveana could find no vindication in being 'right.' When the Threads fell, she was quite certain Ista Weyr would be both surprised and blooded by the event. In fact, all of Pern would be changed by it, and she couldn't find a reason to think of why it would be better.

Unlike most riders, particularly the ones that rode the ranking colors, Lyveana hadn't had a problem with bespeaking the Holders and working with them. She'd made herself quite a few marks just by hiring herself out as a courier in fact, despite Ruinnth's best efforts to dissuade her. Admittedly, the recent shoddy tithes were getting under her skin, but she knew that not every holder was going out of their way to spite the Weyr. These days, however, her days were taken up with paperwork and meetings, which did wonders in changing her opinion of those same 'ranking' riders... along with bore Rui to tears. The green wouldn't admit that she missed gallivanting around Pern delivering packages and letters, but Lyv was pretty sure she did.

Today, though, was a little different. Lyveana had a rare evening to herself, and Ruinnth was keeping pace with her neatly as they crossed the Bowl on foot. Naturally, they could have just flown to the great waterfall that cascaded down from the Bowl to the sea, but Lyveana liked to keep her body in shape and her endurance up... so she walked whenever she could.

The troubling news of Jr. Queen Cheoth's eggs being touched prematurely had troubled the greenrider deeply, and stirred her anger as well. These walks of hers were now becoming something other then a personal preference, as Lyveana had taken it upon herself to keep on eye for wayward candidates from now on. There were too many of them for the Candidatemaster to keep them under adequate control, and while no one could blame the overworked man, the facts were facts. Every dragonrider had the responsibility to care for and nurture dragonkind, Lyveana was just taking it to the next level.

Ruinnth saw the shadow of the girl long before her rider did, but the green was perceptive enough to note that the girl was headed towards the lake... and not towards the Hatching Grounds. Ruinnth wasn't at all confused about the recent events involving Cheoth's eggs, contrary to popular belief, but she did not like the emotions running rampant in the overcrowded Weyr. It was bad enough her rider hadn't been sleeping well following their new assignment, adding on to the shoddy food that had been coming from the kitchens recently. Though, the late night stew her rider had been having appeared to be good enough. Lyveana had mentioned something about that earlier, something about an assistant cook who watched her kettles like a hawk and allowed only select helpers disperse it...

There is someone ahead Lyveana. They are heading for the lake and the waterfall.

Ruinnth finally put in, her tone a gentle reminder rather then an aggressive declaration of war. She'd been going out of her way to be calm and collected, mirroring the facade Lyveana wore during the day when she dealt with the sideways looks and thinly veiled scorn. Like rider, like dragon... in more ways then one. The green had also toned down her natural ability to be 'first in line' so to speak, reserving it only for those moments it was absolutely needed in much the same way Lyveana was reserving her militarist worst for those riders in her wing who repeatedly showed no improvement and no will to improve. She showed respect where it was due, and quietly demanded it from the rest.

Noting her dragons restraint, Lyveana put a hand on the dark forearm next to her, and smiled slightly. Just because she is not heading for the Hatching Grounds does not mean she is not up to mischief Rui dear, but thank you. The rider said, patting Ruinnth's leg before calling out to the slowly approaching shadow.

"You appear to be missing a glowbasket there. Heading anywhere in particular?" Not that there was really need of one, the moon was high and Lyveana didn't have on either, but the greenrider's tone left none of her suspicision to the imagination.