Gisoa, they're asking for you, Oianth nudged at her rider gently. Wake up already!

Who's calling for me? Gisoa asked, not even lifting her head from the pillow. Whoever they are, they've got a lot of nerve asking to talk to me this early in the morning.

It's not that early and one's the weyrlingmaster and I don't know who the other one is but he certainly is important looking, so you'd better get up, Oianth insisted, glancing over her shoulder warily.

Gisoa sat up and was suprised to see her father and the Weyrlingmaster standing by her bed. "Gisoa..." the Weyrlingmaster began, seeming more than a little uncomfortable, "your father has asked to see you."

Gisoa tossed her father a bittersweet smile. "How nice of you to drop in on your unwanted daughter."

Gardolov's face twisted for a moment into his usual glare but quickly returned to a fake smile. "It's nice to see you too. I heard you had Impressed so I wanted to come and give my congratulations."

"You could have sent a flit," Gisoa told him. "It would have been less disruptive."

"I wanted to meet the little dragon in person," Gardolov continued, crouching to look Oianth in the eye. "She's a dainty little thing, and what a lovely shade of green."

Oianth gazed back blankly at Gardolov. If this man doesn't get his nose out of my face I'm biting it off and having it for my morning meal.

Gisoa chuckled. "Oianth is anything but dainty."

Doesn't take a Master to figure that one out.

"Well she certainly is a lovely little lady," Gardolov grinned. "Seems like the type of dragon you'd Impress, dear."

Gisoa raised an eyebrow at her father. He'd never called her "dear" in her entire life. Now suddenly she was a dragonrider, so he thought he'd better get on her good side.

"Really," was all Gisoa could manage. That sort of comment didn't deserve any other answer.

He has ten seconds to get his nose out of my face. I'm very hungry and it reminds me of a peice of wherry.

Oh all right, we'll go get you some food. I don't feel like dealing with my father this early in the morning anyway.

"If you'll excuse us," Gisoa said, putting an arm around Oianth and pulling her back from Gardolov's nose, "Oianth is hungry and there is food waiting for us."

"May I come with you?" Gardolov asked. Gisoa was about to answer when Oianth snorted and, breaking free from Gisoa's restraining arms, nipped Gardolov on the nose before sauntering past him out into the weyrbowl.

"That little beast just bit me!" Gisoa's father roared, trying to block her way out of the weyrling barracks. "Aren't you going to do something about it?"

"Yes," Gisoa replied, pushing him out of her way. "I'm going to get her food that tastes better than your nose."