The brown wasn't sure if his message had gotten through, but he hoped to heaven it had. Heh...heaven, of all things to thing of upon this night... He watched for some sign, his eyes whirling with yellows until a golden light lit the lake and hovered silently to the shore to land and change form. It grew and stretched, forming into the angel the dragon had been waiting for.
Calca was a bit on the tall side, most female angels were, at around 6' tall. She had long, light golden curly hair; glowing glittery ice blue eyes; a blue-white gem in her forehead; ivory skin; and fluffy white-feathered wings. Her garb was simple, a sky blue robe with a sea green sash. "You needed me for something, Liojuth?" she asked softly.
You know of our mating ritual, correct? To catch the female is how we prove ourselves worthy. I wish to sign up for a flight, one that I think will do your husband and I both some good as well as the gold and her rider. Those who already have their own mate are to sign up for this gold, because her rider already has a husband... and Darreon misses you. If you're free, do you think you could stay here until after the flight at least? the brown was almost begging the pretty shining woman. Liojuth knew that Darreon did in fact miss his wife...he always did.
Calca thought a moment, then gave the dragon a brilliant smile. "I have no battles to fight, and I have asked... it's alright if I stay. Could you take me to him, please? It's been a while since we've seen each other..."
Back in the weyr, the Archmage was sitting at his desk as he so often did, writing a letter to Tselene's High Council explaining his absence. He was a bit irritated with Liojuth's insisting that they stay here for a while longer, but there was nothing that could be done about it... the sunset brown refused to leave.
"Did you enjoy your twilight walk?" Darreon asked the dragon as he heard the clicking of claws; but it wasn't the sunset brown that answered.
"Yes, I believe your brown is quite good company...clever, too. Like his rider."
Darreon's head snapped up, and his coppery eyes fell upon the angel. "Calca..." he breathed in astonishment, slowly rising from his desk.
Calca smiled, eyes and gem all glittering. They embraced, both so happy to see each other.
~Liojuth, you sneak...~ Darreon telepathically scolded his dragon. ~You want to fly Nynaeveth, don't you?~
As I told Calca, I think it would be good for both of us. You have your mate here, and I will have a chance at flying that angelic gold.
~....angelic?~ the archmage questioned.
Of course...you are my rider. Golds remind me a lot of angels when they are about to fly....in how they glow. They're beautiful. I would like to catch an angel of my own.
Darreon sighed, happy to be in his love's arms again after so long. ~Alright...I'll sign us up....~
(Think he'll win? Maybe he will...)