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| "Well shaffit Brevith, why didn't you say something before?" F'loran stumbled out of his bed, hastily throwing a shirt over his body, and cursing loudly at his bronze. The insufferable creature had failed to mention that the object of his desire, the white Millkath, was rising soon; and of course the failed mention of the approaching event led to F'loran being totally unprepared when, in the middle of the night, Brevith bugled his challenge and announced Millkath was flying, now. Hurry up F'loran! Brevith urged, ignoring his rider's fluent string of swear words. Her time is very near. Brevith whined, and began rustling his wings about; something the dragon only did when he was extremely aggitated or nervous. "I could have been ready and we could have left already if you hadn't deemed it a secret to keep when her time to rise was coming." F'loran sighed, and began pulling his boots on. You're not wearing any pants. Brevith pointed out, and F'loran threw himself back on his bed. Why even bother? There had to be other females, golds maybe, that Brevith would rather chase. No! Brevith bugled loudly, and from somewhere on the other side of the Weyr another dragon answered. "Hush Brev, we can't wake the Weyr up at this time! You might not have concern for people getting their much deserved rest, but I do!" I wouldn't make so much noise if we could leave already. Brevith began to make an odd, humming/crooning noise, and leaned out on his ledge. F'loran was mildly concerned, he'd never seen Brevith anything but cool, if not slightly detached from everything going on around him. Why, his bronze was acting like a silly blue! Just hurry! Brevith snapped, and F'loran grinned. He knew how enamored Brevith was with the white Millkath, even though the white herself was oblivious to the bronze; F'loran wouldn't deny his bronze the opportunity to chase, and hopefully catch, the white beauty. Hurry up F'loran! Brevith screeched, and swung his tail about. F'loran grinned and grabbed his travel pack; he began stuffing all manner of things into it, regardless of whether he would need them at Sidra or not. I'm hurrying you lug. F'loran said affectionately. Now that his mind was more awake, he didn't bother to fling obscenities at his dragon; afterall, Brevith didn't care a wit what his rider called him, as long as he had Millkath to occupy his mind anyway. You should have been ready. Brevith said, but he was distracted, looking off over his weyr ledge, fighting the urge to trumpet his readiness in a challenge to all the other males. Brevith had amazing self-control, even for a bronze. Maybe that was why F'loran and Brevith had been named Weyrlingmasters, even at there young age. Brevith was only six turns, and F'loran twenty-two. But these Weyrleader's at DawnSisters had new ideas about revitalizing their Weyr. Everyone in a position of power had to be energetic, and usually that was the young that were. Hardly any of the older riders remained after the plague, and the few that did were all green and blue riders. But F'loran was allover happy with the way things were run. DawnSisters was a nice place in general, and very exuberant in everything that went on. Even the new Gather was promising, considering this was the first Weyr-based Gather in known history. "All right lug, you ready to go?" F'loran asked, and Brevith snorted a "finally" and reached out a leg so his rider could mount. You look ridiculous. Brevith said as F'loran fixed the straps around the bronze's neck, and prepared for take off. F'loran looked at his own appearence, and vowed he wouldn't let Millkath's rider, Jethley, see him until he'd cleaned himself up a bit. There should be time before the dragon's flight. As of right now, his shirt was half tucked into his dirty hide pants. He hadn't shaved, so his face was grossly stubbled, and his long, reddish hair was all over the place. He didn't want to ruin Brevith's chances by being a haggard in Jethley's eyes. Who knew how much the rider decided the outcome of a flight. Hardly any. Brevith replied, his usual calmness starting to sink back in now that they were on their way to Sidra. With a loud snort Brevith was airborn, and after getting coordinate from F'loran, the pair winked between to go to Sidra. |