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High Reaches had certainly been abuzz with life as of late. Not one but two queens rising within the span of a sevenday? Certainly she had picked the best of the Weyrs to relocate to. While she had all but given up on her own impression, knowing she was bringing a kid into a Weyr so productive and churning dragons out so readily? It was a bit of a comfort. Keris had watched from the opening as Fianth and her entourage had launched--and a familiar brown had been among them. It had been a little while since she had last seen her favorite dragon (or his rider, for that matter). This pregnancy had been determined to knock her flat on her backside from the get-go. The littlest smells could send her into waves of morning sickness, even the warm spice of dragon hide.

But turning a corner into her fourth month had come with relief, for scents weren’t as hyper sharp. Some things that had sent her scrambling for a bucket now had settled back down--thank Faranth for that. Truth be told, she quite looked forward to seeing Argoth--especially after coming up empty-clawed at another flight. Losing not once but twice. (For she had been.. fairly certain Argoth had risen after Rhianth. Her staying on top of going-ons had lessened when she couldn’t stay around rumor mills like the lower caverns) It wasn’t easy on the mind or heart, and certainly not that sweet brown’s hearts that tried and tried. Keris certainly knew what a disappointment it was to try over and over with little success, after all.

With a mind to see Argoth, and to possibly offer comfort, she gathers her oil canteen and made her way to Ulix’ personal weyr. Carica flutters alongside her, not quite sure if she had wanted to quite join or find some unsuspecting fool to charm with the grace of a spoiled queen. Keris doesn’t even stop to knock, only to gently fuss with the loose dress that blended the beginning swells of life, flattered her healthy glow to a way that suited her. She slipped into the personal weyr, not bothering to quite look around to see if her baby’s sire was there as she traced the familiar path out to see that handsome dragon. “Argoth, my dear. I’ve missed you.”