Wandering, Pondering. (Open)

[Lysita]

Kyrissa and Opheliath were out wandering around the bowl, more for exercise then anything. Yet Kyrissa's head was filled with thoughts, thoughts of how soon Opheliath would fly, if the sky would clutch, or blood for that matter. Kyrissamine? Why are you thinking of that? It will happen how and when it happens.

"Of course, you are right my dear. I just can't seem to stop thinking about it." The girl replied, a hint of uncertainty and fear in her voice. The sky nudged her lightly with a soft, reassuring croon. There is no need to worry. You will have some warning I would think. You know, like the other dragons give.

Kyrissa smiled at that statement, remembering how she'd seen the other females hides go brighter before they rose.
"Yes, of course. How could I not think of that." She murmured, more to hersef then in reply to Opheliath. Yet the thoughts continued to plague her mind, making her feel uneasy. She carried on walking as did the sky dragon, both now walking in silent contemplation.

[ShadowReine]

Dragon wings beat overhead, although not with as much force as some, simply because their owner was Nyocia's...Pern's...smallest dragon.

The white glided to a landing not that far from the sky weyrling, his rider glancing over her shoulder, along her dragon's back.

Kyrissa and Opheliath. The sky was a truly lovely dragon, well proportioned and a good size. "Hey, Kyrissa," Gwen called cheerfully as she unfastened her riding straps.

She was wanting some company other than Tyrth, and she thought Kyrissa would be as good as any. If not, then she could always go to the kitchens or something. Harass the cooks, as if she was merely a Candidate not Nyocia's white rider.

Hello, Opheliath Tyrth greeted, his tones very cheerful. Nothing was wrong or out of place in the white's world right now.

[Lysita]

Both dragon and weyrling looked up as they heard the sound of wing beating, Opheliath crooned happily at the sight of the white dragon. The sky was actually quite fond of the white dragon although it was merely as a friend. Kyrissa smiled as she waved at Gwen as the dragon landed. Just then two shapes zipped down from the sky, one bronze, the other green and each took a perch on one of Kyrissa's shoulders.

She reached up to scratch their chins in turn, laughing softly at the sight they'd made as they'd swooped down.
"Hey Gwen. Enjoying being able to fly whenever you like?" She asked teasingly, as she knew she would enjoy it once Opheliath and her were able to go up without permission. The appearance of the pair, and her own flits, had her briefly forgetting what she had been thinking about.

As soon as Gwen had dismounted, Opheliath went over and stood near Tyrth. Hello Tyrth, you seem happy. Mine is worried, alhough I don't see why she should be. Kyrissa gaped at Opheliath bluntness in coming out withthe fact she had been worried, especially as the sky had allowed Gwen to hear that part.
"Opheliath is right. Being a new colour no one knows when they will rise, or if they will blood." She said sofly, the fear and uncertainty of the facts was clear to hear in her voice.

[ShadowReine]

Gwen flickered a grin. "At least you don't have a dragon who insists on chasing greens, despite the fact that he'd never know what to...hey!"

Tyrth had just nudged her with his muzzle. Hard. "Okay, okay."

"And the only thing that really matters is whether the skies clutch. I see the concern. My guess would be probably not, they're quite a bit smaller than the violets, but one never knows."

She had wanted a clutching dragon, she had wanted a queen so badly. But that, it seemed, was a different woman, a full lifetime ago. "All you can do is try not to worry about it. You don't want to inhibit her...which I know is a lot...I'm the wrong person to talk to about this."

The very wrong person. She rode white, and by definition, flights were outside her experience.