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Passed out after a long timed fall.

Recent Events:
Thread recently fell at night forceing the only riders that knew how to time to catch the leading edge of fall.

Xaith flew blue Morkth, rider, T'rin.

A chance find in the Weyrwoman's library sets Gail on a near disasterous trip back to the past where she not once, but twice crossed with her past sleves inadvertantly leaking improtantant information about the future.

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Gail stripped off her heavy riding jacket and boots and left them neatly near the open of sleeping quarters. She heard Xaith settling down on her couch, scrubbing in the sand. Gail made a mental note to sweep it out, Xaith liked it but it made her dirty much quicker.
She stepped lightly to the bathing chamber; it was shared by two different weyrs but only one other weyr was filled by another Green from her clutch. She was from a lesser rank, and, Gail hated to admit it, a horrible flyer.
She stripped off her hot, sticky clothing and carelessly piled it by the wall. The bath was a rather large thermal pool and Gail made haste to get in. The water was warmer than she would have like so she scrubbed quickly soaping up her hair and body with the herb mixed soap sand. She looked down to admire her skinny self. She'd been doing so much work lately she carelessly skipped meals and she was shrinking.
Shells, I look like a bony drudge... she chuckled and splashed the soap off of her person, rinsing her hair under the spout that produced the hot water from the reservoiur in the walls, it supplyied many pools on the floor constantly recycling and filtering the water.
Once she felt significantly cleaner she hopped out of the pool and dried herself hurrying to dress and comb through her thick hair. She needed a trim, such hair just was too warm in the dead of summer. She twisted it, still wet, into a loose knot at the back of her neck and threw on a finely patterned skirt, loose tunic, and light slippers and was away towards the kitchens.

Xaith snorted, laying out on her ledge catching the fading rays of the afternoon sun. No fishing today... It sounded like fun, she had never done it before. Her's had been busy with Glith's and now she was happy and Glith was too.
She shifted a bit, flicking the tip of her tail
She had wanted to go fishing and swim in the ocean... their were waves to play in. The water didn't move like that in the lake and it was warmer.
Her tail flicked more, agitated.
She would go play in the ocean tomorrow, she'd make Her's promise.

A tiny dust ball whilred around, wondering where it's older brother went. It too followed the formers footsteps of lonely meandering until it to went over the edge to float to parts unknown.

Xaith was finding Morkth to be a very exasperating mate. He was eager to please, no doubt, and seemed thrilled beyond belief to have caught her beautiful self but the way he preened and gazed at her like a shiny toy. Not to mention the way he jealously guarded her any time another male flew past the entrance of the weyr. He would raise his wings threatingly and his eyes would grow red.
Pretty pompus for a chance encounter. She did not think she would choose him next time. Perhaps she would hurry up and choose another just to get him to stop thinking of her as his. But, soon he would forget. Her's said that she forgot everything.

A thin light reveals an alert dragon perched on a sleeping couch, everying is black except for the faint reflection on her eyes. A woman sleeps curled up between her forearms both both are agitated.