Kylia frowned at the Weyrwoman. "I know, Trymmeth is fully grown, but... but... Are you sure this can't... you know, be put off?" She bit her lip in worry and her white dragon crooned from outside.
"I'm sorry, Kylia, but you can't put off mating flights. Besides, when Trymmeth's up there, your own feelings won't matter a pile of dead tunnelsnakes." She smiled and put her hand on Kylia's shoulder. "Listen, if it makes you feel better, you can talk to Andeka and Altair. They'll help you with it, too." She looked thoughtful. "Azareth's going to rise soon, so why don't you talk to Elisabeth while you're at it?"
"Yes, Ma'am." Kylia lowered her eyes.
"Now, don't force me to say we don't use titles in the Wey again, Kylia!" Maymara gave her a gentle push to the door. "Go on, now." The younger girl hurried out the door, never turning her back to the Weyrwoman and closed it.
"..." Kylia sighed, leaning against a wall. Trymmeth was mature already? It had only seemed like yesterday when their eyes had locked on the Sands! She walked to the white dragon, who eagerly greeted her rider.
That took much time. Are we going now? Trymmeth asked hopefully.
"Sorry, dear heart. The Weyrwoman said I should talk to Elisabeth first." She smiled at the slight disappointment in Trymmeth's eyes. "When we get back I promise you can have a wherry." Trymmeth brightened and crooned, leaning down as Kylia mounted her.
Ready, Kylia? Trymmeth asked, shifting from foot to foot.
"Ye--" Before she could finish, Trymmeth gave a mighty leap from the ground, flapping her wings hard to quickly gain altitude. Kylia laughed, thumping her dragon's neck affectionatly. My naughty Trymmeth! she said mentally, leaning forward to feel the wind rushing past her.
We go, Trymmeth said to the watchrider, whose dragn bugled. Trymmeth disappeared between as Kylia counted to three. They appeared shortly above Elisabeth's weyr, where Trymmeth gracefully landed. We are here. I have brought you here safely, she said in a tone more than a little smug.
Kylia grinned. "Of course you have, dear one. Now if you would let me get off..." Trymmeth, all indignant, leaned forward as Kylia slipped off. "Thank you, Trymmie." She patted the soft hide and walked over to Elisabeth's weyr. She stopped as she saw a sign on the door: "Away--Be Back Soon." Kylia sighed. "Ah, well, it's just bad timing. Trymmie, we have to go now." Trymmeth looked startled.
That did not take much long at all. Are we going to the Feeding Grounds now? she asked hopefully.
"Just like I promised, lovey." She mounted her dragon once again, and Trymmeth lazily glided towards the Feeding Grounds. Taking your time, aren't we? Trymmeth suddenly went much faster, and Kylia frantically grapped at the riding straps. Trymmie! Slow yourself, love! For a few moments, Trymmeth stayed at her pace, just to show it was entirely her own idea, and then slowed. She landed near the Feeding Grounds and Kylia dismounted, letting the white go feed.
Zippy, Rush and Lady appeared from between to perch on her shoulder, and Kylia absently stroked them. She felt on her pouch and was relieved when she found her fire-lizard toy, old as it was, still there. She stroked the flits as she watched Trymmeth gracefully land atop a wherry.
"She's grown a lot, hasn't she?" K'ven said from behind her. Kylia jumped, and all three flits leaped into the air, disappearing between. "Sorry," he added, grinning.
"K'ven! Don't do that! You half scared the wits out of me." Kylia smiled up at him. "So what's wrong this time, mmm?"
K'ven scratched his head. "Ah, you're very negative, Kai." He looked innocent. "Nothing's wrong. I just wanted to see Trymmeth hunt."
"Of course, Kay," she said sarcastically. "All right, all right, I'll believe you. So now that you've seen the White Dragon hunt, scat." She gave a fake-push and he laughed, waving his hand and walking away. Trymmie? You done? Trymmeth looked up, back at the wherry, sighed, and nodded. Now, you can finish that...
No, I am sleepy now. Trymmeth yawned to prove it, and slowly slithered down to her rider. They walked together to their weyr, where Trymmeth headed towards the dragon couch. She regarded her weyrmate with idly whirling eyes, as Kylia duly rubbed her neck.
"Have a nice sleep, my white love," Kylia murmured as the white dragon Trymmeth soon fell into a deep sleep. Kylia stood and yawned, surprised at how tired she was. She walked over to her bed and laid down, too tired to even take her clothes off, and slowly fell asleep.
