| Jai, well-swathed in her protective gear, was snug and warm on Deiseath�s back, and quite at ease in the air, if not entirely sanguine about her lifemate�s flight style. Jade-translucent wings, still unusually long and narrow for her size, kept her lanky frame aloft with unusual dexterity, and the dragon�s flight was full of unexpected swoops and neck-snapping turns. It was an excellent ability to use during Falls, but a trifle�inconvenient when all she was doing was elevator-duty. Deiseath dropped daintily onto the ledge, and their somewhat shaken passenger slithered down the green�s side and bid them a polite goodbye. Jai dipped her head in acknowledgement. Deiseath yawned. Once they were in the air again, the unfinished-looking green snorted. <<I really think that our talents could be put to better use somewhere else, Jai. I don�t even get to ride sweeps. I know I can do more than play �floating staircase�.>> Amused, Jai took the bait. �Like what, my many-talented marvel?� <<Oh, I don�t know,>> Deiseath said with studied nonchalance. <<Make little dragons, maybe.>> The ex-Guardswoman frowned, invisible behind the thin scarf across her nose and mouth. ��And that�s the point of this entire conversation? Proddy�oh, my dear, I am not looking forward to this.� The green pirouetted in midair. <<Whyever not? You know I�ll make it as entertaining as possible. And let�s fly somewhere else, where I can dazzle those poor male minds. I love my home, but tchah, clutching on the same Sands I hatched at is far too nostalgic and stereotypical for me.>> With a sigh, Jai settled deeper into her leathers. �So, my lovely Dei, where do you want to fly?� <<Dark Moon Weyr. They�ve the loveliest markings, and I hear that they put up a good chase.>> �Is that the same Weyr that had a blue come out of nowhere to win a flight?� Jai asked dubiously. <<The very same. Now /that�s/ romantic. Let�s go tell them that they�re in luck, shall we?>> |
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| Deiseath will take you to her birthplace, Dawn Sisters Weyr |