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Date Posted: 15:10:21 06/30/05 Thu
Author: Liraz~Gaiath
Subject: Triumphant return?

Somewhere in the sky over New Isle, headed towards the lower caverns, a realization is made.
'Raz... you forgot to put your knots back on! I knew something was not quite right with your outfit.
/You mean besides the fact that I've been dressed up like some stereotypical little girl's doll? This doesn't even have shoulders on which to put them! Besides, if people don't realize I'm a junior greenrider of no importance whatsoever... A mental growl is the response from Gaiath to this ridiculous statement. Yes, yes, of course you're an exceptional green, who can now quit snarling at me. Thanks. ...maybe someone will talk to me./
They're going to know you're a greenrider all right.
/You're plotting something./
You know me too well.
The pair lapse into brooding silence until they are much closer to their destination. There, things begin to happen, naturally. Going into a sudden dive with a surprisingly quick tuck of her wings, the dragon hurtles toward the ground with blinding speed, pulling up just in time to skim the treetops and snapping off to a great height. She flies in tight loops that seem to circle the few stars that are already out. Liraz quietly swears by Faranth, suddenly very glad for the blessing of good safety straps.
/What do you think you're doing?!/
I told you. I'm making an entrance.
/Are we even allowed to do that? Look, you're not JUST making an entrance. You're also making me dizzy, me sick, yourself tired, and a fool of us both./ Gaiath doesn't have a witty reply, so she changes the subject
You put on your riding breeches under that thing, right?
The question throws Liraz for a moment. Then she thinks that she understands. /You idiot! I did, but you SO can't fly upside-down!/ The response this time is a Watch this! and a draconic barrel-roll that, straps or no straps, nearly throws Liraz clear for a terrifying moment (during which the glorious and surprising moment of Impression flashes ironically before her mind's eye) only to find herself solidly on the green's back again. /I can't watch this. My eyes are sealed shut. Did I just die?/She laughs, but it is both a hollow and an understandably nervous laugh.
/Point taken. And now I see where you're going with this. Everyone is going to be glad to see that the rider of that insane dragon is alive, even if she's just one of those pesky greenriders. And you messed my hair up, which, while fine by me, makes much of the primping you literally corralled me into completely moot./
Gaiath doesn't answer, instead silhouetting her enormous wings against Rukbat's fading glow and gliding low toward the entrance, where she makes her landing and drops Liraz, who looks completely unshaken, off for the feast. Before the stream of admonishments from other dragons comes, if it comes, Gaiath is once more a blur of many-shaded emerald in the sky and reveling in her own speed and in the rush of the wind past her head without any hindrance. Also, she's not really listening to whatever their judgements may be, because she knows she only does what she is certain of, whether it looks that way or not.
The rider walks nonchalantly into the dining hall, scouting about for those who might recognize her. It would probably take them a while. She looked emaciated, not her normal healthy self. Her cheeks were hollow, eyes sunken and face expressionless were there should have been the customary glitter of white teeth.
She doesn't see anyone she would want to see before eating a proper meal, or at least anyone who isn't occupied. She grabs a seat at a table near the entrance, not really noticing or caring who is with her. Her calm facade is broken only when she is snarling her order at the nearest drudge, and almost snatching the wine and plateful of roasted wherrymeat out of the hapless woman's hands. Once she has eaten, and more importantly, has drunk, she is a good deal quieter, and she leans back in her seat, now smiling, but the eyes just are not the same as they once were, even now.

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