Ever since her impression to Bolth C'rci had begun seeing the world anew. Everything was strange, different, better, she wasn't alone anymore and never would be. On the other hands finally being united with her lifebond did pose some interesting problems, like a dragon in her bed or now a firelizard that slept in her hair, or her blue trying to nap on her in the kitchen rather then his hollow where he should. Yet the young rider took these things in stride and loved every single minute of it.

There was only one thing missing, Orlina. Weyrlings and candidates tended to run on different time schedules and in the sevenday since impressing Bolth and then getting Fasha that girl had been up to her ears in work. She hadn't forgotten her friend and though the two had missed each other at the feast C'rci was determined to introduce Orlina to her Bolth.

Mine? What's a Orlina? The blue asked quirking his head up at his rider. The dragon was growing like a weed with every coming day and would soon likely be up to the petite girls waist in no time.

Orlina is a very dear friend to me. Like Creal my brother, who you met at the feast. She was on the sands standing next to me when you galloped up dear heart. C'rci explained reaching down to stroke the blue's head where he lounged against his riders side, the two waiting out in the courtyard for Orlina to finish up her next shift. Running her fingers over the fine ridging on his head C'rci noted a slight rough spot to the touch with a frown. It wasn't yet a patchy or itchy spot, but she'd make special note to get that spot when she oiled Bolth tonight. Other then the mild discrepancy the dragon's hide shone like a blue star.

I think I kind of remember her Mine, but I was very much set on finding you at the time. Bolth replied rubbing his head against his riders leg before straightening to pose, wings half spread trying to look impressive for this newcomer.

Chuckling C'rci shook her head smiling down at her friend. It had taken the better part of a day to teach Bolth how to physically 'bluff' and pose. His rider hoping that perhaps with his rather scary looking stripes and coloring it might ward off potential bullies. Past his coloring though Bolth was just one big chattering sweetheart.