This is not a Hatching, okay? [A'zael]

[Rhush]

"On a trip out of the weyr, you come across a small volcanic fissure that has created a hotpool complete with a bubbling hot spring. You decide to call friends there with you, to share the surprise."


Srunae :: Gold Danovelith

Ohh my legs are sore... Srunae thought as she slid down her gold's back and to the ground. She stretched immensely and started doing several other stretches, trying to work out the kinks in her muscles from sitting still for so long. You weren't the one flying, you know... Danovelith took up a spot in the leaf litter and moss not far from Hers, laying out and looking around with some interest as she stretched her lovely dappled wings. The pair had been flying about all day, practicing on their day off and enjoying the sights around the island. It was time for a break, the two had agreed, and so they had set down near mount Chariath, the volcano housing the hatching sands on the island. As Srunae stretched, she caught sight of a glinting spark amidst the carpet of earthy tones and tree roots, giving her pause. Wait... what's that? She thought, attracting her dragon's attention. The gold lifted her head from the ground, squinting off into the distance as her beloved started off in that direction, head tilted to one side before returning to a more comfortable and run-appropriate position.

She gasped as she came into a rock and grass clearing, an excited smile crossing her face.

Srunae stood in awe of the sight before her, almost disbelieving that such a place could still exist, untouched. "Wow..." She breathed, taking in the scene before her with reverence. It truly was a lovely little spot, hidden away amidst the redwoods and early slopes up to mount chariath, all green and brown and gold in the sun peeking through the canopy. Crystal clear water bubbled up from a reddened fissure in the green, brown, and grey rocks cradling a hill, the steaming liquid running into a neat little oval pool in a weather and erosion gouged alcove amidst soft moss, warmed rock, and cooling timber. It was truly a lovely little haven for the tired, aching weyrling. Danovelith eyed the little pools and shifted into a comfortable spot nearer to them, so as to better keep an eye on her Srunae. This is amazing... Srunae thought, excited for the chance to relax in a completely untouched hot pool. Why not share this discovery? The beastcrafter paused, looking thoughtful. She should share it- it wasn't every day something like this was found. But who would be interested? A'zael? Liesol? Talaria?

Danovelith wasn't sure how she felt about that last one. Srunae was also unsure; after all, while Talaria had done well with tolerating her a lot lately (especially on that trip to the outer cothold), the brunette wasn't sure if Talaria would want to tolerate her still longer. What about Liesol? The greenrider was really a sweet thing, but she was so skiddish... and she hadn't ever been terribly comfortable with flying either, had she? As much as Srunae adored Liesol, the weyrling wasn't sure the girl would be okay with flying out here by herself this late in the afternoon, let alone if she would be comfortable with traipsing these rocks to get in the pool. Maybe Srunae could fly her out here on Danovelith another day, to help her nerves. That left A'zael. Since the Weyrleader had rekindled his friendship with R'get, he had been much, much more pleasant to be around, not to mention his general niceness as of late... but... She felt her face warm up, and not from the hotpool she now stood so close to either. This was a hotpool... neither of them would get in with much clothing, and well...

That made her extremely nervous.

It wasn't that she didn't trust A'zael to behave in such a situation... it was more that she wasn't sure she could keep herself from hiding. He was the weyrleader, for Faranth's sake, and he was quite attractive to boot. Shards... what if she thought of something innappropriate and Danovelith-- Honestly love, do you not think I am old enough to understand your thoughts now? Srunae blinked and looked over at her dragon, poised perfectly so that her pale hide glinted from the sun and beautifully contrasted the green around them. A small smile crossed her lips and she leaned against a rock, one eyebrow rising. You just want to spend time with Fath, don't you? Danovelith huffed indignantly, neck gracefully curving to allow her full view of her rider. What ever would make you say that? She said, tone hinting at being offended, but really just amused. Of course Danovelith would enjoy Fath's company - the bronze adored lavishing her with compliments, and Danovelith, vain as she was, positively adored being lavished in compliments. Not to mention, of course, that the bronze was too simple to try and be manipulative about his courting; he truly just thought she was beautiful, and Danovelith loved it.

Srunae shook her head, wandering back to her bonded and retrieving a satchel off her straps, chuckling. Very well then... as long as you think you'll be okay. Danovelith smiled warmly in the back of her mind, entirely content with this decision. I will be enjoying Fath's company enough to not be bothered by your silliness. She said, nothing but love in that sentence despite the teasing take on it. Of course. Srunae laughed, stuffing her flight jacket into the satchel and fishing around for something she felt comfortable soaking. Go ahead and call them, by the time they get here I'll have settled on something to swim in. Annnnd there was the nervousness again. Sharditall, relax... it's just A'zael... the attractive weyrleader.

Shells.

Fath, would you and Yours like to spend some time with myself And Mine? She has found a hotpool she would like to share with Yours, though she is quite nervous about asking.

Gee, thanks for broadcasting that to him. The sarcasm was palpable in that statement, but Danovelith simply smiled, a warm, comforting feeling in the back of Srunae's mind.

Of course, darling. I am sure Fath's will do his best to help you relax.

[Zen]

A'zael :: Bronze Fath

For once he had something positive on his desk that needed attention. Mirran was sending them a few transfer riders, should he approve it. And let’s be honest, why wouldn’t he? He really didn’t care if they were the biggest troublemakers at Mirran, more dragons were more dragons. He looked over their information, two greenriders, a bluerider, and a brownrider. The brownrider was something of a surprise, Mirran was loathe to part with their higher ranking colors. The rider must have really displeased someone for them to send him to Mavros rather than some other Weyr. His information didn’t speak of any marks against him during Fall, however, and that’s all that really mattered to A’zael.

The Bluerider had a number of issues with insubordination, apparently, but he quickly dismissed them. Mirran was too strict, especially when it came color hierarchy and all that nonsense. If the bluerider had shown any amount of disrespect a rider of any ‘higher’ color, he likely would have been reprimanded for it. Mirran must be tired of dealing with such a liberal thinker. He shook his head and looked over the greenriders. Nothing much about them, nothing off, no apparent problems. Likely their only problem was being greenriders in Mirran. One of them had requested the transfer, which spoke volumes.

He signed each one and folded them neatly back up, wondering who to send back to Mirran with them. Best if it was a Bronzerider. Perhaps B’rax wouldn’t mind playing messenger. Mirran would have nothing to complain about if a wingleader appeared to deliver the papers back to them. He sat back in his chair, running his fingers through his hair. Politics were ridiculous, especially with the heavily traditional, backwards Mirran, who happened to be the only Weyr willing to give them any sort of help currently, thanks to those sharding trees Mavros laid claim to.

All of a sudden he felt excitement burst into the back of his mind, so unexpected he flinched. Fath, what-

PRETTYSHINYMINEPRETTYSHINY! SHEWANTSMEMINEWEHAVETOGO!

Fath, calm down… who wants you? Go where? he stood from his desk and walked out to his weyr where Fath had stood from his stone couch and was dancing in place.

Danovelithprettyshinymine! Wegonowshewantsmeshewantsme!!!

He raised an eyebrow, “Danovelith?” He scratched his chin briefly. We go, he said. If Danovelith was asking for Fath, he would have been gone already and would not have concerned himself with waiting around for his rider. Was Srunae asking for them? “Where, Fath? Where are we going?”

ToprettyshinyDanovelithmine! Prettyshiny! His dragon seemed almost surprised that he wasn’t grasping the concept yet, pushing an image of Danovelith at him as if it would make things easier to understand.

“Yes, yes, okay Fath… I know what she looks like,” he shook his head. Best to just go, he supposed. It was getting late in the day anyway, he could figure out who to send to Mirran tomorrow and send them in the morning. He wished he could just send Rau, he was sure his friend would be happy to help, but for all he knew Mirran would see his sending a greenrider as some sort of slight. Pre Weyrleader A’zael would have loved to have done it anyway, because he thought the world of Rau and would love to shove their backwards traditions in their faces, but Weyrleader A’zael couldn’t afford to do anything to jeopardize their relationship with the other Weyrhold so that was out of the question.

He shook his head again, clearing those thoughts out for now. Tomorrow, he had told himself. He would figure it out tomorrow. He threw on his flight jacket and Fath miraculously quit dancing long enough for his rider to mount him. The bronze made for the ledge and threw himself from it so quickly A’zael thought he might get whiplash, calling to Danovelith, WE COME PRETTYSHINYDANOVELITH!

A’zael grabbed hold of the riding straps, Calm down, Fath, before you hurt yourself. Or me. Though he was more amused than anything.

ButPrettyShinyDanovelith, Mine!

He sighed, exasperated, “I know how it feels to have a pretty girl asking after you, Fath, but seriously. And we really need to think you up some new compliments. Ladies get tired of hearing the same thing over and over, you know.”

Fath actually paused to think about that briefly, Prettyshiny?

A’zael laughed, “Try something like… I don’t know… ‘your beautiful golden hide shines brighter than the sun.’ Or something. I’m not really sure how to best compliment a lady dragon, Fath. Girls like it when you compliment their hair… hide is… the dragon equivalent right?”

The bronze landed with a surprising amount of grace a short distance from the young gold and announced, PrettyshinylikethesunDanovelith.

A’zael couldn’t stop his palm from meeting his face, murmuring to himself, “It’s a start, I suppose.” He looked around as Fath settled beside Danovelith, his attention fully captured by the young queen and the rider on his back completely forgotten. Giving Fath’s neck a pat, he slid from the dragon’s back and wondered just why Srunae had called them here. He was sure Danovelith had told Fath, but good luck getting anything useful out of him when he was that excited. He grinned sheepishly at Srunae, “Hey. All Fath told me was that Danovelith wanted him and we needed to go, so… what’s going on?”

[Rhush]

Srunae :: Gold Danovelith

Srunae could feel Danovelith chuckle in the back of her mind, a warm bubbling feeling that helped soothe her own nerves about the situation. I imagine that was because of Fath? The beastcrafter thought, obviously unable to hear the bronze dragon's response. Danovelith started to shift, just minor adjustments here and there, to catch the sun's rays in just the right way. That would be the case, yes. Her tone was rich and warm with amusement as she arched her neck into a lovely S, tail curling loosely around herself. Srunae shook her head, assuming that meant the bronze and his rider were on their way (why else would Danovelith's vanity be showing?) as she dug out a long blouse and a pair of shorts from her bag. These seemed befitting of a swim. She stripped off her current shirt and pulled on the new one, changing into her shorts as well just as Fath landed not far from Danovelith.

Srunae was somewhat surprised to see Fath land so gracefully, a thought seconded by her dragon. Danovelith laughed at Fath's announcement, sending warm, amused feelings through her Srunae as she shared the bronze's compliment with her. Srunae shook her head, chuckling herself. Fath wasn't the brightest bulb in the bunch, but he was sincere, at the very least. Hello, Fath. Danovelith said, her voice rich with warm, gentle humor, eyes whirling shades of green and blue. Did you enjoy your flight?

Srunae giggled, stripping off her boots and stuffing them into her satchel while Danovelith proceeded to begin conversation with her new companion. The beastcrafter looked up as A'zael walked over, grinning sheepishly. Srunae matched his sheepish grin with one of her own, though it faded slowly as he posed his question. Srunae stood like a deer in the headlights for what felt like an eternity, but was really only a few seconds. Wha-- Fath didn't tell him. Well... that was good and bad, wasn't it? It meant that A'zael wasn't aware of how nervous she was about asking him to come, but it also meant... well... she'd have to ask him herself.

Shards.

"Ah... Danovelith and I found a hotpool..." She said softly, gesturing to her left towards the rocks, her eyes dropping to the ground as she fiddled with her fingers. The weyrling's dark brown runnertail loosely fell forward over her shoulder, contrasting the light colored blouse she wore. "If you don't want to soak that's fine; I thought Fath might have given you a little more idea before you came here, but..." She glanced at Danovelith, who was happily enjoying Fath's silly compliments, hazel gaze broadcasting her nervousness. "Umm... I suppose he was too... distracted." Here she shrugged somewhat, at a loss for anything else to say. Of course, if A'zael didn't want to swim, she could always enjoy a short soak herself to relax off the jitters and come back tomorrow; maybe Liesol would be willing to explore the rocky pool instead...? Secretly she hoped that wasn't the case, but either way she wouldn't be hurt if he wanted to go back home.

[Zen]

A'zael :: Bronze Fath

Fath’s tail thumped against the ground once as Danovelith greeted him, like some giant canine, Hellohello. Yes. Flightsalwaysgood. BettertoseePrettyshinylikethesunDanovelith. The bronze stared down at her happily, entranced by how the sun glinted off her golden hide. He vaguely recalled HisA’zael’s words of advice and gave it a shot, throwing out the first thing that came to mind, Prettyshinylikestars.

The fading smile on Srunae’s face as he asked his question made A’zael’s brow rise curiously. It took the woman a moment to find her voice, speaking in rather hesitant tones and suddenly displaying rather nervous body language. What on Pern did she have to be nervous about? She had asked him here, hadn’t she? His blue-gray gaze shifted briefly as she gestured, indicating the find she had spoken of, but he was more interested in her sudden nervousness than anything else currently. A hotpool though… he supposed that might explain it. Srunae wasn’t Weyrborn, perhaps she retained some of that sense of modesty that those outside the Weyrs tended to cling to. Though, if that was all it was, she didn’t have to invite him here at all. No, she wanted him here to share it with her. And that he found incredibly interesting.

Behave yourself, she’s still a weyrling…, he chided himself, mentally flinching as the thought of Mollin intruded upon his much more pleasant ideas. Still, he and Srunae didn’t have to go that far to have fun. Not that he would mind…. No, stop it. He wasn’t even certain just what Srunae meant by this. His mind wanted to jump straight to the most appealing conclusion. She had invited him out here alone to share a secluded, secret hotpool with him. Was that not an obvious signal? Yet she was a weyrling still, and Srunae had seemed to have a decent head on her shoulders, surely she knew better than…. This mental back and forth was getting exhausting. Perhaps he should just play it by ear and see where it went. Yes. That sounded like a solid plan.

His signature easy smile graced his lips as he shrugged off his flight jacket, “Why would I ever turn down a relaxing swim with a beautiful woman?” He let the jacket fall carelessly to the ground and tugged his shirt up over his head, dropping it on top of his jacket. If he was going to be getting wet, he would have preferred to take his pants off as well, but for the sake of Srunae’s comfort, he decided he’d grant her that small mercy. Instead he leaned over to pull his boots off and roll up the legs of his pants to his knees in lieu of removing them. He scratched his chin thoughtfully as he looked over at her, raising an eyebrow curiously, “So… no one else is joining us, hm?”

He may have been teasing her, a little. Perhaps she had just invited him here as a friend… and perhaps there was more to it than that. Srunae didn’t seem very forthcoming with that information, so he would have his fun until he found out one way or another. Even if all that came of it was harmless flirting, he wouldn’t be entirely dissatisfied. It had been quite a while since he had been able to have fun for any real length of time and he was going to enjoy every moment of it no matter where it led. But he was Weyrborn, after all, and he did so enjoy a good chase.

[Rhush]

Srunae :: Gold Danovelith

Danovelith chuckled softly at Fath, finding the bronze's canine-like actions adorable as much as she found them amusing. That is wonderful. I am glad you like seeing me so much. He was like a simple child, genuine and sweet, fliting with his older, more mature crush; ironic given that the bronze had sired the gold he currently courted. She giggled girlishly at his next compliment, enjoying the flattery related to celestial bodies. Why thank you, Fath. And you are as handsome as the gilded sunset across darkened shore. She might as well trade compliments; it would be unduly vain of her to simply accept them without anything in return.

Srunae stopped herself from rubbing her face in dismay. The curious, mildly unsure look on A'zael's face both shot what little confidence she had in this situation and bolstered her nerves. Well... if he was going to decline she could, you know, relax... but even if he accepted she could relax, so... it was sort of a tenuous situation the beastcrafter found herself in, caught between a proverbial rock and a hard place. If he declined, she could sulk a little and go spend some time alone to shore back up her silly, non-normal self. If he accepted, she could take some comfort in the fact that he did want to spend time with her, whether it be as a friend or as... something else, given his weyrborn background, which was a confidence booster, if nothing else. That would mean he enjoyed her company; something she wasn't entirely sure he did besides.

In general she wondered if A'zael thought of her like Rau did - a silly little sister that, while intelligent and intuitive, was perhaps a touch socially inept, and so needed some protection from those who might wish her ill. She trusted Rau more than A'zael to keep her in one piece simply because she had spent so much more time with the queer greenrider than with the weyrleader. R'get had been relegated to her wing for the majority of her weyrlinghood, and so naturally she dealt with him frequently. A'zael, on the other hand... he was often shut up in his office or off on trips to meetings, and so Srunae didn't often seen him around, even in passing. She enjoyed spending time with the man, certainly, but the lack of dealings simply made her nervous-- could she trust him to know her well enough to... well. Not take advantage of her? If things got a little hot, she wouldn't be adverse to... other forms of relaxation, but if Danovelith began squawking indignantly to her, it would stop very, very fast. She imagined A'zael would honor that, should it happen... but still she worried.

Would he even wan--

She blinked owlishly, green-brown eyes rising to meet A'zael's. Some combination of surprise and excitement flickered across her eyes and her expression hung around bemused shock. "Ah... I suppose you wouldn't." She said, voice steadier than she thought it would be. Had he just called her beautiful...? And then he was stripping, and Srunae was immediately quite glad for her dark tan as a blush she couldn't even begin to hide pooled at her cheeks. Oh Faranth... She thought, mind running away with her tongue. The weyrling had already thought of A'zael as attractive--he had a rugged sort of look to his face-- but now it was more like an all-body sort of attractive. Where did he hide those muscles the rest of the time? She looked thoughtful then, one hand rising to cover her mouth and cup her chin, elbow leaning on her other hand. Maybe she could convince him to let her draw him later...

Oh wait, what?

She blinked a bit, chuckling sheepishly. "Ah... no." She began, shaking her head. "That is... the few I would invite..." Had previously given her a black eye? Would probably slip and hurt herself and cut the trip short with it this dark? Would make it hard to relax? "We'll just say... it wasn't the right time." She shrugged, not really sure it would be a good idea to explain that Talaria had decked her and now they were sort of friends, or that Liesol, while sweet and nice to hang around, would probably have either hurt herself or politely declined because of the probability of hurting herself. Srunae made a promise to herself to make sure to bring Liesol during the day, one of these sevendays, but Talaria... she would like to share this discovery with her, but the weyrling wasn't sure Talaria would want to deal with her and Danovelith that long. It was supposed to be a chance to relax... not be overrun by tension.

Feeling that the awkwardness of the situation had, for the most part, passed, Srunae took a few steps towards the hotpool, mildly self-conscious of her general lack of clothing, but at least slowly starting to calm down. She was beginning to feel the evening chill, just standing there in her light blouse and cloth shorts. "Ready to hop in?" She said, letting her long, thick, dark hair out of its runnertail and running her fingers through it.

[Zen]

A'zael :: Bronze Fath

Just the two of them. Yep. And what exactly had that look been when he was stripping down? Oh, A’zael, you’re in deep enough as it is, don’t go making more trouble for yourself…. This voice of reason thing was quite new to him. He had never had second thoughts about anything he had done in his life, until he became Weyrleader and suddenly he was thinking too much about all sorts of things. Like some harmless fun and relaxation with a pretty young woman. He pushed that newcomer voice away; it had no place here as far as he was concerned. How was he supposed to relax if he couldn’t stop thinking about everything? Right, the plan, it was a simple plan, just stick to it. Don’t force anything and let things go where they may. Why was that even a plan? That was normally what he did without even thinking about, or what he used to do anyway. Great Faranth was he out of practice….

He wasn’t sure what exactly she meant by her answer to his question, but he figured it didn’t much matter at the moment. The fact still remained she had invited him out here alone. So when she asked if he was ready to finally get in an easy smile settled on his lips, “More than ready. This is the best chance I’ve had for a little time off and I don’t plan to waste it standing around in the cold.” He moved toward the water, unable to keep his eyes from roaming as he drew closer to her. He reigned himself back in as he stepped up to the water’s edge and lowered himself in, closing his eyes briefly as the water enveloped him in pleasant heat and worked wonders on the tension built up in his muscles. Bathing had become something of a brief escape, the warm water always did him wonders, but he never really took his time to relax there… there was always something to get back to, always people coming and going. Here, away from the Weyr and the people, it was easier to let those thoughts go. He looked back to Srunae, “I really should thank you…. You didn’t have to invite me here, but I’m glad you did.”

SHELIKESMEMINESHELIKESME!!! A’zael flinched as Fath suddenly roared into his mind, possibly more excited than he had ever heard his lifemate. He laughed and let himself sink a bit lower in the water, Good for you, Fath. I’m happy for you. Remember what I said about changing it up. She’ll appreciate it more if you put more thought into your compliments. He wasn’t sure if Fath was paying him any attention, the Bronze’s mind had receded back before he had even finished his response. He turned his attention back to Srunae, amusement plain in his voice, “Danovelith seems to be treating Fath well. I don’t think I’ve ever heard him sound so excited. Zalmaranth largely ignores him… Karredy told me she’s always been a rather stoic dragon. I don’t think she has the patience to deal long with Fath, but then, not a lot of dragons do.” It made him feel a bit bad for his dragon, but Fath never seemed to feel down about it so he never lingered on it for long. He was pretty sure Fath simpy didn’t comprehend that other dragons found him annoying. Probably for the best, or he’d likely have a constantly mopey dragon on his hands. He glanced fondly back to where Fath laid beside his smaller Gold companion, “I wouldn’t change him for anything.”

Fath had honestly not thought much about his own looks before, not until Danovelith complimented him. She liked how he looked? No dragon had ever said something like that to him before. Well, not that he remembered at all, which wasn’t really saying much, but it made him ridiculously happy that she had said such a thing. He didn’t entirely understand the flowery compliment, but he understood that ‘handsome’ was like ‘Prettyshiny’ and that she was telling him that HE was handsome. Zalmaranth was pretty, but Danovelith was pretty and nice. She actually talked to him. His tail swished behind him happily, Youlikeflying? Weshouldflytogether. Lotsofwherriesontheotherislands. Goodmeat. A’zaelminesaysitsgoodtohunt, savesmeat. Youliketohunt?

[Rhush]

Srunae :: Gold Danovelith

The weyrling smiled sheepishly as A'zael approached her on the way to the hotpool, pretending not to blush as his roaming gaze swept her. He seemed more confident now, and certainly less conflicted or confused, and that helped the beastcrafter relax in her own way. He was calming, almost, being himself in a situation that could easily be construed in a... less harmless way. After he passed her, she followed after him, bare feet light on the earth beneath them. She carefully clambered up the small rocks to the lip of the pool, pausing as she considered where she wanted to get in. A'zael was quick to settle himself into the hotpool, already closing his eyes and enjoying the warmth. She blinked as he addressed her, feet dipped into the water above a flat section of the rock wall, almost like a natural bench. "Of course," Srunae said warmly, a gentle smile on her lips as she carefully slipped into the steaming, clear water, "It was no trouble."

Srunae relaxed back into the warm waters of the hotpool, sighing softly. The clear, pristine pool was doing wonders for her tense back, a sore set of muscles she never could seem to stretch out, and she happily half-sat, half-floated amidst slightly loose shirt and flowing hair. As long as she didn't move too much, she didn't have to worry about getting caught up in the somewhat airy, short-sleeved blouse, and could simply relax. The weyrling almost missed the start of A'zael's amused commentary, lifting her head out of the water and owlishly blinking hazel gaze at him. "Hmm? Oh." She said, realizing what he was saying and looking thoughtful only for the briefest of moments.

"Danovelith is pretty patient for her color..." Srunae said softly, smiling over at A'zael before looking back at her young gold mindmate. "But, between you and me..." She continued quietly, a conspiratory look in her eyes, "I think Danovelith's fondness for him is because of his simple, genuine compliments." Srunae chuckled, shaking her head. "She is as vain as she is understanding. He isn't after any sort of agenda and just levies compliments as if they were greetings; I believe she adores it." Danovelith quietly snubbed her bonded in the back of her mind, huffing as if Srunae had hurt her pride. Oh come now love; it's not lady-like to pout, is it? Danovelith laughed brightly in Srunae's mind, caught with her own comments. "I wouldn't trade her for the world either." Srunae added, agreeing with A'zael's thoughts on his bronze.

The young gold chuckled softly, sorting out the exciteable Bronze's comments. I do like to fly, Danovelith said, her tone warm and soft, It would be fun to fly with you sometime. She nodded gracefully, form shifting slightly to accommodate the last rays of sun upon her pale hide. And... I cannot say as I have hunted much. She continued, looking thoughtful as her eyes whirled shades of blue and green. Up until recently, Danovelith had been eating whatever Srunae had brought to her, from the cuts of meat she handfed her when she was small to small herdbeasts themselves, presumably picked out by the weyrlingmaster for the growing dragons. Couple that with the general recentness of her first real flight with Srunae, Danovelith wasn't sure she had done much hunting at all! Whether that was her draconic memory or truth though, the gold couldn't say. Would you mind showing me some time? Surely the handsome bronze would be willing to assist a lady in need, yes?