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OoC|| You can go ahead and catch her, if you like. It's really not something I can do, seeing as the bronze catches the gold and not vice versa.

BiC|| Umbrielth hissed at Vrätoth and brought her wings up and back down in a powerful stroke that sent her surging slightly ahead of the bronze. Far below, Eisel snarled and swung her head from side to side, blindly responding to what was taking place with her dragon partner.

Umbrielth/Eisel shrieked, the same cry of outrage echoing around the chambers where Eisel herself resided. The golden dragoness tried to flap her wings, but only became more entangled. Her dive turned into an unchecked fall as she lost the ability to guide herself. Eisel flung her head up to glare around the room, searching for the rider of the bronze that had caught her Umbrielth. How dare he?! Then, as gold met bronze in the air, a wave of emotion broadcasted by the telepathic link of dragonkind swept out and down from the pair, washing over the entire Weyr. It reached Eisel as she was hurling herself at Z'Arian and she hit him with a mixture of passion and rage. She cried out as she clutched at his tunic, her fingers curling and uncurling as confusion mixed with strong emotions overtook her.

OoC|| ... ... ... TIME JUMP.

BiC|| "Ouch..." Eisel muttered as her fingers touched a bruise on her knee. She must have bumped it on the stairs last night. She sighed as she immersed herself in the soothingly hot water of the bath, and tugged open the drawstring of a pouch on the rock ledge. She poured out a handful of sweetsand and began scouring every inch of her skin with determined rigor. Her thoughts wandered back to last night and she blushed, scrubbing harder to distract herself. She submerged completely underwater and ran her fingers through her hair, getting out the last of the soft sweetsand mud. She resurfaced with a quiet splash, flinging her hair back out of the way. Why do you wash so often? Umbrielth interjected suddenly. Some of us don't like smelling like dragon, dearling, Eisel replied wryly. She donned a simple tunic and riding breeches, cinching her belt snugly about her waist. Flinging back the curtain that hid the bathing pool, she stalked back into the weyr, steeling herself for confrontation.

Eisel stopped short and colored slightly, then hurried past him to a large chest along the wall. She dropped the pouch of sweetsand next to the chest and dug out her gloves and boots. She strode quickly back to the bed and sat on the edge next to him, murmuring a barely audible "hullo" as she tugged on her boots, determinedly keeping her blush down. She pushed a wisp of hair behind her ear and sat up, feeling awkward. What now? She didn't want to alienate him by being cold, but...she forced her flush down again by breathing deeply through her nose.

Her second boot only half on, Eisel froze as Lintana swept in with a flurry of words and hand gestures that made her mouth drop open slightly. Whatever Lintana was saying was going right over her head. She caught the phrase about Z'Arian being weyrleader and where he was staying, though, and glanced at him to await his answer. Was he actually going to stay with her? She'd expected he would just consider his job done and move on...

OoC|| Eisel's got a bit of a confidence problem, despite her skill in so many areas...excuse her incredulity.

"I need you, "she nodded to Z'Arian," to check with the rest of weyr, make an announcment or something. They do need to know with an official word. Most every rider is gathered up in the dinning hall. and I need you,"this time she motioned at Esiel, "to check with the herdsman about the lack of beasts. But before I need both of you to check on your dragons. I have to rearange records and check on N'lor unless one of you want to help me." Lintana smiled and opened a record with the diagram of the weyr. She took out the ink pen and wrote Z'Arian and his dragons name onto the weyr inbetween Esiels and Lintanas.

Eisel ducked her head and pulled her boot on the rest of the way. Perhaps distraction through constant work was a good way of handling the uneasiness and unfamiliarity she still felt toward Z'Arian, despite...she pushed the thought away. She pulled on her gloves and stood up, tucking that ornery wisp of hair back behind her ear again. "They're probably together..." she murmured to herself, tipping her head to Lintana as she past the Weyrwoman. She moved out to the large ledge outside her weyr, to find Umbrielth soaking up the sun like nothing had happened. All right, dearheart?, she asked with an affectionate smile. Umbrielth lifted her head to regard her rider with a mischievious orange gaze. Are YOU all right?, she replied teasingly. Eisel smacked the queen's foreleg playfully and climbed up to her back, inching her way up the long neck so she could scratch the gold's eyeridge as she had when they were both younger.