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Date Posted: 12:17:30 06/17/05 Fri
Author: T'bel and Quilth
Subject: We're coming!
In reply to: Wessae~Shrineth, A'rak 's message, "Yay! We made it!" on 00:00:54 06/17/05 Fri

A rumbling bugle resounds overhead as Quilth announces his arrival, muscular shoulders thrusting downwards one last time to fully propel himself from the dark cold of between. T’bel leans forward from his easy crouch over Quilth’s lengthy neck as soon as the warmth of the sun touches him, the riding straps drawing taut around him at his movement. He raises one hand to those on the ground below him, this action of greeting becoming Quilth’s silent signal to begin an easy descent, pinions tipping upwards as the angle of his body declined. The Weyrleader arches back to counter his dragon’s movement, grinning despite himself at both the importance of the day’s events, and the singular feeling of wind beating against his face as the ground drew closer. He could never tire of riding upon his living incarnate of love and strength.

Should we land now T’bel?

“I’m ready when you are Quilth.”

The dragon’s head dips in a nod that T’bel can feel from his seat, and then Quilth tilts to the right, one wing flaring upwards as the other angles slightly towards the ground. With this formation of body, the massive beast begins to head to the earth in a loose spiral, tilting himself upright only when dragon and rider are near enough to the ground to identify those people entering the Caverns. Then, flaring his wings and pumping them backwards to slow his descent, the bronze easily lowers himself to the ground and bends his forearm for T’bel to dismount.

Once on the ground, T’bel begins to walk towards the Lower Caverns, but pauses and after looking down at himself, makes a brief attempt to brush off the golden grains of the Hatching Sands that had lodged themselves within the crevices of his clothing and stuck to his skin. He shoots an annoyed glance backward as Quilth’s laughter rings in his ears, the dragons whirling blue eyes of mirth meeting his own.

I’ll be on the cliffs with Shrineth, sunning. Take care not to rub off so much of your skin that you transform into a greenrider.

The Weyrleader shakes his head as Quilth propels himself into the skies, then heads down into the vast room below. He hesitates a moment at the entrance, smiling as he watches Wessae and her brother embrace and talk for a few moments. After A’rak takes his leave however, T’bel walks quietly up to the Weyrwoman and kisses her on the cheek before taking the adjacent seat and proffering a gentle smile of congratulations meant only for her and her lifemate. He then turns back to the rest of the room, mirroring Wessae’s actions of greeting to those who were entering the Great hall with a broad grin and laudatory waves.

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