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Myth was standing on the ledge of their weyr, looking out into the morning activity around him when Ashke came up beside him and leaded against his left foreleg. Myth leaned down and nuzzled her some before raiseing his head and going back to his musings. They were happy here. Though they had only been here for a few days, it seemed that they had found their home.

Ashke grinned up at her friend. He always seemed so thoughtful in the mornings, something about the cool air made him contimplative, and odd behavior for a dragon, but one she found that she liked. But not this morning. He hadn't even seem to notice that she was wearing that chained belt he had been bugging her to wear. Sigh. Men! Ashke exclaimed, stepping away from Myth's side and placing her hands on her hips as she glared up at him. No matter what th species, they just don't pay attention.

Uhh.. what? Myth replied, coming out of his musings at her tone. Oh! You're wearing my belt. I told you it would look good on you. What's the occassion?

No occassion, dearheart. Just thought you'd like it if I worn something out of your 'horde'. Can't I do something nice once in awhile?

You really should be finding some other rider to be nice too. Not just me, you know. Myth stated. It was an old arguement, and one that they would probably be having for a long time to come. Ashke bauked against starting relationships with other riders. As she never knew how other riders or their dragons would react if Myth flew. And she wasn't ready to deal with the complications of jealousy that non-riders sometimes had.

Don't worry. i have you, and that's al that really matters. What more do I need, after all? Ashke replied blitely, knowing the response she would get.

You know what. Myth replied, covering it in all the induendo and scarcasium he had, which was a heaping helping for a dragon.

Ashke laughed out loud and arranged Myth's riding straps so that he could take her down the the bottom of the Weyr and the dinning hall. She had enjoied the few mating flights he had been involved in. But the only one he had truely flew was a green. And while it had been an enjoiable experience, Ashke still prefered men.

Myth snorted but left it at that.

Kai looked up at the sound of someone knocking on her door.

Now who... Pushing her chair back from her desk where she was doing figures on a slate, she walked over and opened the door, blinking at the unknown rider before her as she leaned one hand against the doorway.

"Can I help you with something, rider...?"

She didn't recognize him, so it was a good bet that this was a messanger or a transfer rider. Either way, it meant more work, so she'd do best to pay attention to what he had to say.

Kai blinked at the dragon's head, then grinned shook her head. This is what she got for having a room so close to an exit.

"Not a messenger then. Hum, step inside, Rider D'min, and let's discuss this." Kai stepped back to allow a way for

Regalth, see to Yuroneth please?

Of course, mine. Regalth stood up from the cliffside she had been lounging on and took to the air, lazily soaring over to her Weyr. Greetings, Yuroneth. Welcome to Shining Heights Weyr. I am Regalth.

"You can take the chair, I'll pull up a slate and sit on my bed," Kai offered.

Regalth inclined her head slightly to Yuroneth. What Weyr do you come from? She asked, thinking of their other recent transfers.

"I suppose we should start with where you come from," Kai said pleasantly, picking up an empty slate from her tabletop and a piece of chalk before settling on her bed. "Oh, and reasons for transferring, of course." Kai began writing down what she already knew of him in a precise hand.

Yuroneth lowered his head slightly, as he started to think. We transferred from Ista Weyr. He replied, raising his head again.
D'min nodded in reply " Of course, Jr Weyrwoman." He responded " Yuroneth and I are from Ista Weyr, and the reason that we transferred is because of overcrowding in the Weyr." He continued, a smile crossing his face.

Outside, Yuroneth's low rumble of amusement broke through his thoughts as a squeak was heard, announcing the arrival of a incredibly pale sky blue flit who took up his perch on D'min's shoulder, eyes whirling a vivid shade of blue, signifing his curiosity

After depositing Ashke on the ground next next to the dinning hall entrance, Myth climbed up to the heights of the Weyr to bask in the morning light.

Ashke followed Myth's flight to the heights before going into the dinning hall and grabbing herself some hot klah and a bowl of porriage. Moving over to an unocupied table Ashke sat down and poured a large size helping of sweetener into her porriage before starting to eat.

D'min noddes, blushing slightly at her expression as Ciel chirped in response, lowering his head to show that he acknowledged the other flit She is... Flame..Wing? He asked D'min, curious.

" Of course, that's her name, Ciel..." He replied with a grin. " And yes, overcrowding was the only reason, Jr Weyrwoman." He continued, turning back to her