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They blinked from Between into the air over Trine, Atibonth readjusting to the different winds with patient ease. It had been a long, arduous day of paperwork and arguing and release forms and all kinds of frustrating foolishness, and Jamarin muttered something to himself as he looked over Atibonth's side at his new home.

Atibonth reassured him, flying over with interest. The blue was glad that things had worked out as well as it did – they were no longer imprisoned, they had a wing assignment, and they had a home again. All was well, in the blue's mind.

Jamarin wasn't so sure. He didn't trust those Trine-ers, about as much as he trusted rogue queens. But Atibonth had convinced him that not fighting Trine was the lesser of two evils. That, and he knew that Kalendol was there. He'd asked – demanded – her wherabouts, and his dragon had been more polite, and eventually someone had told him that said greenrider was alive and well and there.

He'd believe it when he saw it. In the meantime, it was also the best chance for finding his brother that he had, and for general survival, and... Okay, fine, joining Trine was his best option.

Atibonth directed his rider's attention to a bright green shape on the horizon.

Jamarin squinted in the dying sun of another Pernese day.

But Atibonth was already flying merrily towards it. he rumbled, rushing to join her,

Jamarin stared with even more intensity. He gripped the handholds, his pulse beginning to race with more than the height. Kynigoth meant that Kalendol was not far behind. Kalendol... his Kale... Was it her? Was it really her?

Atibonth rumbled a musical draconic laugh, ignoring his rider's comment that Kynigoth couldn't protect anything if she tried. Honestly, though, the usual dig at the obnoxious dragon was lacking luster, and Atibonth knew that other thoughts occupied his rider's mind.

the blue agreed, touching his nose to his sisters before banking away to circle in for a landing, And Atibonth wanted to make sure that Jamarin leapt to embrace Kalendol while on land and not airborne. It was a close call. amarin practically leapt from his saddle the moment Atibonth touched down a few meters away from the light colored green. He moved towards Kalendol, his pace accelerating until he was striding quite quickly. Though his expression was curiously blank, his dark eyes blazed as he looked, almost hungrily, at her – at her shape, at her beautiful hair, at the way she moved and the way her curves moved with her... at his Kalendol.

When he was in arms reach, he grabbed her and pulled her, impatiently, into a passionate kiss, awkward at first from it's abruptness, but smoothing out as it went on into something that spoke volumes of wordless desire and turns worth of longing.

Atibonth settled onto his haunches patiently, watching the reunion with mild delight. he responded to his sister after a moment, distracted, His rider's fierce passion infiltrated their bond, making it difficult to concentrate on things like tidings. He would, the blue knew, have to wait until later.

Jamarin freed his lips from hers briefly, enough to catch his breath. “Shards...” he growled huskily, his nose a mere hairs breadth from her own, “I've missed you.”

Atibonth laughed – he could see the purple that swirled in his sister's eyes. His own eyes had flashes of orange in their blue depths, evidence of his own rider's emotions, with an occasional purple flicker. His eyes rarely held purple, even flickers. he said he stretched, playfully flexing his claws at her. He himself was not one for Flights, but he did appreciate that others felt the need... like his rider, right now. Ah well, that just meant a mild headache for the blue, nothing too bad...

It had been turns – turns – since she'd left the wherholds, but his Kalendol still looked (mostly) the same, still felt the same. Jamarin wanted nothing more than to hold her, kiss her, make love to her... shards, just look at her. That had been what he'd wanted nearly every lonely night, when those nights weren't taken up with desperate retreats or life-or-death fights. “There was times when I din' think I...” his hand ran through her auburn hair, reeling as half-wanted tears stung his eyes and longing thundered through his system like a storm. He blinked the tears back, as if afraid of them, his face contorted with intense emotion. “Many times that I didn't think I'd make it.” he nearly choked on his words, his lips brushing hers as he spoke, as if they couldn't have enough of her. “Knew you were safe.” he mumbled, “Only way I got through it...” and then he gave in to the feeling and kissed her again, his hands gripping her tight enough that, had there not been rider leather in the way, they probably would have hurt. As it was, his embrace was strong and honest, and he would give anything else for this – to just feel her against him. “Shards...” he hissed... “Missed you...”