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The storm having rolled in the night before allowed Tyra to spend time seated on her ledge, leaning against Orodreth and just enjoying the rain. It had been a pleasant and relaxing time until Orodreth's head lifted curiously. She was hoping a green wasn't rising, they had been doing that quiet a bit more recently, but no it turned out to be a Gold. In stead of being relieved, because she knew her blue would not chase after a Gold, Tyra began to feel flight lust work its way into her brain. Being connected to a dragon when they rose or chased was one thing, but the feeling that came from a Gold Flight was different.

"Shards" Her words were quiet as she breathed them out, already feeling Orodreth pushing his love and reassurance towards her, as well as bolstering her to get up and leave her weyr, find someone to catch. She didn't have many friends here, just her wingmates and V'rind.

What happened next was a bit of a blur. There was no way of recalling where she had actually managed to 'catch' her target, or even a care for who it was. The only thing that had been present in her mind was the drive to find and catch someone to twine together with in the sheets.

The fact she was waking up in her own Weyr was comforting to her, it allowed Tyra to keep herself calm, no matter who she had ended up catching. Especially since Orodreth was so close nearby, laying awake on the ledge already offering support to his rider.

She was certainly grateful for it, slipping silently out of her bed and moving to redress herself. She had turned her head to see who was in the same bed but, she didn't recognize them. Instead, she busied herself with fixing some Klah,