<<Won a flight at Dark Moon Weyr. His Jyvadoth flew green Wenaveth, and he�s stuck on the Sands with her until the eggs hatch,>> Inyxith replied cheerfully, testing her right wing out of habit.
Anyghari had a distinct desire to pace and throw things. Since there was nothing she really hurl inside her sparse little weyr, she merely paced. �So the wherrybrain skipped out to another Weyr, popped out of the air into the beginnings of a flight, by some Red-Star-influenced luck won, and is now bound to sit there on the Sands while I graduate /alone/?�
<<That would be correct,>> said Inyxith, unconcerned. <<What do you care? You always said G�yr and Jyvadoth were stealing our glory. I don�t believe a word of it, but you /are/ my rider.>>
�Because I can�t be /better/ than him if he isn�t /here/!� Anyghari wailed, and plopped down on her cot, arms crossed beneath her head. Almost as soon as she had stilled, she bounced up again, restlessly crossing the room. �Inyxith, are you getting to me?�
<<Getting to you?>> the green snorted, insulted. <<More like you�re getting to me. Fuss, fuss, fuss. And hey, where do you want to fly?>>
�Fly?� Anyghari queried, eyeing her lifemate as if she�d gone mad. �Where we usually do, you silly wherry.�
<<I wanna go somewhere else to fly,>> Inyxith muttered sulkily. <<I wanna go look at the other Weyrs.>>
Anyghari caught on, but the frown didn�t slip a bit. �Stop whining. Where do you want to fly? Isn�t Talor Cliff Weyr good enough?�
Inyxith fanned her wings. <<They know me too well. I want adventure, and /new/ dense males, and�somewhere else, Ghari. They can�t catch me, you know. Jyvadoth can�t catch me, and he�s faster�n any of �em. Name the first Weyr you think of.>>
�Ryslen,� said Anyghari thoughtfully.
<<That�s where I�ll fly, then. They should be delighted to have such a lovely dragon as me there. It will be an enlightening experience for those males.>>
