I think we've overstayed our welcome here Okeanuth. Cys'ian moved through the borrowed weyr he had been saying in while the Valeryia had been in port at High Reaches. It had been interesting to watch the activities of the Hatching, as they had been here since the flight, but he was certainly ready to get out of here after everything that had happened.
Stepping up onto the brown's back, Cys'ian held on as the brown took off, easily flying towards where the ship was floating in the port. A bugle of greeting went out from Okeanuth to Rusilath as the other brown was lazily circling above the ship. Landing on the perch long enough to Cys'ian to slip off of his back, the brown took to the air again, moving to fly in a slow circle along with Rusilath.
Cys'ian, for his part, noticed the captain of the ship and easily climbed down from where he had been dropped off and sat down beside her. He didn't say anything for a moment, just taking time to breath in the air and enjoy the sway of the ship on the water. Staying on dry land for too long always felt so...strange to him. The fact the ground didn't move or sway bothered him deeply.
"So, anything interesting to tell about our stay Alora?" He glanced at the woman, a small smirk on his lips. He had seen her disappear when the Gold Flight had happened, he was sure she had found some company among the weyr bred.
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