Crystal Lake

Linora is lying on the grassy shore, looking up at the predawn sky, her fingers laced behind her neck.

From Uillauth's neck, Ali glides downward, his aim seeming to be the lake, but with a last minute plea from Ali, he adjusts his course and settles on the ground just beside it. "Thanks 'lauth, not really in the mood for a sudden drop in the water. Not in my clothes." With an affectionate pat for the brown, she slips from his neck, down to his foreleg, and then to the ground. "Just let me get these straps off you, and you can swim all you want."

Linora blinks at the sudden swish of air and the sound of an unfamiliar voice, and sits up sharply. She strains to focus in the dim light, then her eyes get big as she recognizes the dragon from the courtyard... now with his rider. She smiles and greets both with a wave. "Hiya! Going swimming?"

"'lauth is, but I'm not so sure I'm in the mood for a dip in the water just yet," Ali replies just as she manages to get the deep red straps off, the brown slithering into the water giving off the dragons equivalent to a sigh of pleasure.

Linora watches with big eyes as the brown disappears into the lake. "They like ta swim, huh?" Well, her firelizard does. From her shoulder, the little blue stirs in his sleep, one eye opening to see what all the fuss is about.

Ali laughs and nods her head as she drops to the ground with a soft *thud*. "Uillauth always wants an early morning swim, regardless of what we have to do that day, but it means that I have to get out of bed early as well." The adoring grin the rider shoots in her dragon's direction shows that she doesn't really mind, not that much.

Linora grins widely. She's of course heard about the dragon/rider bond, but never actually /met/ a dragonrider. She gets to her feet. "I'm up mosta the night anyhow, looking at the stars and stuff." She sticks out her hand in greeting. "I'm Linora, StarCraft apprentice."

"Well met, Linora," Ali replies, lightly touching the apprentice's hand with her own. "I'm Ali, Ista Weyr wingrider, and this is Uillauth." Introductions made, she shifts, leaning back and making herself comfortable, "More often than not, 'lauth likes to come here to swim because he knows I like coming home, and when Kerry isn't in class, I spend the time visitng with him."

Linora keeps standing, trying to see the dragon in the water. Her mind is working... she hasn't been at the hall very long... Kerry? Hm... "Gar's home?" she tries, glancing back at the 'rider.

"I've lived here, in the starcraft hall, since I was 5 turns or so," Ali explains, laughing as 'lauth takes a dive under the water, trying to hide, despite the large wings revealing his position. "Ashlyn and I were fostered to Master Kaltar, and we'd been here since. Until I was taken to Ista, anyway. Ashlyn is an apprentice, but I prefered to be outside, working in the gardens over sitting in class." Sitting up straight, she pulls her arms free from her jacket and drops the thick clothing to the ground. "Kerry, Keris, is a journeyman here, or have you not met him?" True, he may be handfasted to Jorina, but *almost* everyone knows that Ali's the one he loves.

Linora nods slowly, taking in the information. "Um, yeah, I think I did meet Keris... once, the day I interviewed." Thinking back... hadn't he kissed Jorina? A confused look crosses her face, then she shrugs. Prolly none-a her business anyhow. "You been here a long time... you prolly know just about everyone, then... well... when did you go to the weyr?" She can't be the only new person around.

Whisps trip forward, barely brushing in wide, dark eyes, almost cinnamon in hue, which are thickly framed with ebony lashes. Pert nose is centered between a pair of always rosy cheeks, complimented by carmine lips. Sable locks are tightly plaited together, complete with orange and black ribbons, into a french braid style that ends several fingerwidths above her shoulders. Her height has finally peaked, leaving her at just over 5', 5'1 to be exact, but the gentle curves that flow across her form detract from her smallness, showing that she is, in fact, leaving her childhood behind.
Blue and purple.. perfect colors for Ali, right? A soft lavender shirt rests on her shoulders, the almost silky fabric hugging her tight and tucked into the waist band of her pants. The pants, made of soft leather in a deep blue hue, hug from her waist to her ankles as a second skin, showing off maturing hips. Points all along them allow for attaching anything that she may find vitally important to have during threadfall, and the belt has hook points for the saddle. They are tucked in the knee high boots, made of tough purple werehide and laced with dyed leather lacings of a light blue. Her jacket hangs down mid-thigh, almost a duster length as it flows with her every step, the blue waterproof fabric keeping out the rain, wind, and even the chill of between as it hugs her protectively.
Ista Weyr shades of orange and black are both represented within the pair of cords that twist together, forming a singular loop and ending in a long tail. The cords are encircled twice: once by a thread of brown that represents Uillauth and once by the thread of silver that represents her status as a Wingrider.
Ali is 18 Turns, 7 months, and 26 days old.

Ali sighs softly, a sad little sigh and her gaze shifts toward the hall behind them. "Things have been difficult since I left here, around two and a half turns ago. Back then, I always figured I'd be returning home and things would be the way they always were." Sensing Ali's distressed emotions, 'lauth lifts his large head from the water and sends a gentle croon of encouragment. It does the trick well enough, because she smiles again and speaks softly, words aimed at the dragon and not the apprentice, "Yes, I know love, if I had come home then we wouldn't have each other. But we do, and life is the way it should be." Linora is given a grin and a shrug, "I come around as often as I can, but so much changes in 2 turns."

Linora nods again, dropping back down to sit near the 'rider, thoughts of leaving and things changing swirling through her head and clouding her eyes momentarily. Hugging her knees to her chest, she speaks softly. "Yeah, I seen your dra... Uillauth... in the courtyard before. Coupla times... once he let me scratch his eyeridges." She brightens a bit at the memory. "I didn't know why you came, though."

"I think Uillauth likes it here as much as I do," Ali admits with a shrug of her shoulders. "He likes people, especially if they give him good attention like that when I'm not around to do it. Be careful, though, or he'll have you bathing him next, and that's quite a chore."

Linora chuckles, trying to imagine bathing anything as big as a dragon. "I dunno. Might be fun once in a while. Not alla the time, though." A thought occurs to her and she turns wide eyes to Ali. "You gotta oil 'im too?" Sure, they're just like really big firelizards, right?

"It's even more important to oil a dragon than it is to oil a firelizard, I've been told," Ali replies with a grin, "And I've two of those as well. They have to be bathed really well and oiled because if they get patchy spots, it will really hurt them when they ::Between::, which dragons do more often than 'lizards."

Linora nods. "Bet it takes a lotta oil." Thinking of the little bottle she keeps for her own blue. Another thought, and she blurts out the question. "What's it like Between?"

"That it does," Ali gives a nod of agreement. "We have large vats of the stuff, and it usually smells something awful. I've managed to add a little aroma to the stuff I have, so it makes it less difficult to stand the smell when you're working. Once it dries, you can't tell, but until then." Tilting her head to the side, her eyes become slightly unfocused as she speaks with her lifemate, who immediately comes out of the water. "Uillauth says that if you can wait long enough for him to dry, which won't be long in this weather, we'll show you."

Linora's eyes get really big, and it takes a full minute for her to remember to close her mouth. She almost hears the explanation of the oil. "Really?" Barely breathing, she glances at Uillauth coming out of the lake, wondering exactly how long it takes a dragon to dry, and just how brave she really is...

Ali notices the look of unsurity on the apprentice's face so reaches over to give the girl a pat on the arm. "It's a little scary the very first time, because you don't know what it's like, but Uillauth will be there, and so will I, and there are riding straps to make sure you're safe and secure." In her boots, Ali wiggles her toes, causing the tips of the lavendar wherhide to move just a little. "And I've an extra jacket that you can use, so you'll be warm."

Linora manages a grin at that; she /is/ dressed rather lightly. And nods, trying to look a little braver. "Okay." Her eyes go to the riding straps... now piled on the ground near Ali. Thinking they look pretty strong. "Thanks." Her eyes are shining with suppressed excitement.

"There's time, if you'd rather go change into something warmer," Ali suggests, nodding her head, once again, in the direction of the hall. "Because, if you're feeling brave, I might take you on a small tour of Pern." Pushing herself to her lavendar-clad boots, the rider collects the straps and begins refitting them on her large brown dragon, who has turned his head to watch Linora.

Linora flushes a bit. "I'd hafta borrow something," she admits. "I grew up on Ista island... I really don't /own/ anything much warmer than this." Turning hopeful eyes to Ali, she adds, "I never been anywhere else but Ista hold and here." Hardly daring to believe her luck. A tour of Pern!

York blinks in from ::between::!

Ali turns and gives Linora a quick once-over with her eyes. "You're about my size, wouldn't you say? Close enough to the same height even. I'll be willing to bet that Ashlyn would have something you could borrow. Just a second and we'll see." A piece of hide is pulled from a pouch that hangs from 'lauths' straps, accompanied by a writing stick. Something is scribbled on the hide, which Ali then gives to the brown firelizard, who then wanders hall-wards. "We'll just have to ask, won't we?"

York glides to the Hold Field.

Linora grins widely and nods agreement, watching in wonder as Ali sends her firelizard off with the message. Thinking she has a thing or two to teach her own... maybe when he's a bit older. "Thanks."

Polie blinks in from ::between::!

York blinks in from ::between::!

Ali looks up as York and a small green firelizard appear, carrying a small bag between the two, which they release into Ali's opened hands. "Good job," she mumbles softly as both firelizards settle on her shoulders, a bit of dried wherry offered to each in thanks for the delivery. "Home now, you two," she orders, which they actually listen, disappearing once again. "Alright, let's see what Ashy has for you," bag is opened and a cloak of a soft thick material, complete with hood, is revealed. "Looks like something that could work. Here, try it on for size."

York suddenly disappears ::between::!

Polie suddenly disappears ::between::!

Linora takes the cloak, a soft exclamation escaping her as she feels how soft it is. She pulls it over her shoulders, wrapping up inside it and casting a critical eye down at herself.

"Looks to me like it will keep you nice and cozy," Ali suggests as she picks her own jacket up from the ground and shrugs into it. "You might want to fasten those clasps, because it's a bit windy up there," slender fingers motion at three silver clasps near the top of the cloak before fastening the clasps on her own jacket. "I'm sure I have an extra pair of gloves as well, if you want them?"

Linora nods earnestly, quickly moving to fasten the clasps, her fingers fumbling at the unfamiliar task. "Yes, please," she says. A little smile. "Thanks. I've never worn gloves before... never needed 'em." Never really been that cold.

"Takes a bit of getting accustomed to, all these heavy clothes, but you'll see why you need them when we go up," Ali suggests, pulling her own lavendar gloves on before digging around in Uillauth's pouch and finding a pair of blue gloves. "P'kar makes sure I'm well stocked," is the explanation offered as the gloves are handed over. "They were made for my hands, but I think they'll fit yours fine."

Linora nods solemnly, taking the gloves and pulling them on. A good fit... not perfect, how could they be? but they'll do nicely. Having finally managed to get her hands covered, she glances back at Uillauth, wondering if he's dry yet. Another glance at the riding straps... those'll need to be put on, too. She looks back to Ali. "What next?"

Uillauth politely offers a foreleg, allowing Ali to scramble up to his neck and settle comfortably between two neckridges.

From Uillauth's neck, "Uillauth says he's ready to go," Ali replies as she grabs hold of the straps that once again encircle the brown's upper body and pulls herself up to the offered foreleg, swinging easily up the rest of the way to his neck. Quickly, she attaches the riding straps to herself and then leans over, offering a hand. "Take my hand and I'll help pull you up." On cue, 'lauth leans closer to the ground to make it easier.

Eyes wide, Linora reaches for the offered hand, one eye on Uillauth's foreleg as she steps uncertainly up. Wouldn't hurt him, right? Trying not to pull too much on the dragonrider, she manages to scramble onto the dragon's neck, quickly reaching for whatever straps she can put her hands on, grateful that the gloves hide her white knuckles.

Using Uillauth's politely offered foreleg, you scramble up to his neck and settle comfortably between two neckridges.

Uillauth [Crystal Lake]
Earthy hues settle onto his body, monotonous hide of rocky hue gradually transformed into lush beauty as it sweeps down muscled chest and legs. Sunlight clings closely to his slight mass, turning matte brown into glittering mahogany where rays outline bulky weight with brilliance. Spars of obsidian black fall against his neck, arrowing down into relentless chestnut coloring of his wide back between wingsails. Obsidian also are the jeweled tones that have gathered atop lofty headknobs and trace the jagged outlines of his eyeridges. His muzzle may well have been carved, more apparent in the angular planes that reside as cheekbones and the still unfinished craggy 'ridges that spike from his back, eroded eventually into a slender tail. Amidst these rough outlines, wings blossom into surprisingly dainty sheets of autumn hues, lined by charcoal veining.
Thick, gleaming straps of deep crimson stretch across the rocky hue of shoulders and wrapping comfortably around his large chiseled form. White padding, protecting the soft hide from chaffing and discomfort, is attached to the underside of the straps with the same even stretch of silver thread that lines each side of the well tested, well oiled straps. Various places are marked with tripled stitching to make the straps more secure in places that receive the most strain. Stitched into the center of the straps in orange and black is the insignia of Ista Weyr.
Nestled comfortably between Uillauth's neckridges is Ali.
Uillauth seems to be listening.

"Not bad for the first time mounting something this huge," Ali compliments, turning to face Linora, wrapping an extra strap around her waist, which she attaches to the extra pair of riding straps. "These will keep you plenty safe, but you're more than welcome to wrap your arms around my waist. Usually helps to steady people that haven't flown before." With a grin, she turns to face forward again, "We'll go when you're ready."

Linora beams at the compliment, even though she's sure it was no more graceful than her usual movements. Following Ali's example, she wraps the extra straps tightly around herself. She hesitates only a moment more, but a glance at the ground assures her that she'll want all the security she can possibly have, and she slips her arms a bit timidly around Ali's waist. A deep breath, then, "Okay. I'm ready." Ready as she'll ever be...

"Alright, here we go then," Ali calls out, just as Uillauth crouches closer to the ground and springs upward, his large graceful wings spread out beside them and moving with long, powerful strokes, taking them up.

You take off.

Above Gar
You soar high above the grassy plains of Gar. From here you can see the hold itself, nestled in the outcrop of a cliff face, and vast fields of farmland and grazing lands. Herds of animals roam the fields, under the watchful eye of Gar herders.

Linora catches her breath in an audible gasp as the ground disappears beneath them, clinging more tightly to Ali without even realizing she's doing so. After a moment she opens her eyes again, and ohs softly in amazement.

Uillauth does a lazy circle in the air above Gar, giving the passenger a chance to view her home from this new perspective. Mostly gliding, his wings only move once every few seconds.

Ali glances over her shoulder, "It's beautiful from up here, isn't it?"

Linora nods, then remembers to speak. "It's amazing!" She's trying to look everywhere at once, and even though she keeps a tight hold, she's beginning to relax just a bit.

"So, where do you want to go first? What do you want to see?" Ali calls out, her voice carrying to the passenger behind her despite the wind that rushes past.

"Ista." Her voice raised over the wind, Linora’s home hold is the foremost thought in her mind. "If you please?" Remembering her manners, if a bit belatedly.

"Hold or Weyr?" Ali asks, preparing to pass the request on to Uillauth, who has turned his large, chiseled head to look at them, despite his attention to their current path.

Linora blinks, embarrassed at having forgotten to be specific. "I meant the Hold... but I'd love to see the Weyr as well." Since she's never ever seen a Weyr.

"Hold first, then the weyr," Ali agrees with a nod of her head. "Alright, it's time to go between. It feels like there's nothing there, and often times seems like Uillauth isn't beneath you, but rest assured you're safe. So, on my count..."

"One.. Two... Three..."

Uillauth suddenly winks into darkness of ::between::!

You hang, senseless, in the dark nothingness of ::between::... absolute darkness surrounds you, and the profound cold stings you... you wait, and count...

Above Ista Hold
You wing your way over the Ista Hold complex. Below, the main hold's wide courtyard faces east, over the ocean. Just north of that lies the Hold's main beach, the white sands often crowded with holders enjoying the sun and surf. Turquoise waters from the hold cove roll up to lap on the shore. Just inland from the main beach are the Hold's main gather meadow and racetracks.
In the courtyard, you see Hoth, Ganth, and Xhuryth.
Green Fellrath is here.

Uillauth suddenly arrives from ::between::, leaving the cold and darkness behind.

Eyes screwed tightly shut, the first thing Linora notices is the warm air. She opens her eyes slowly, remembering finally to relax her grip on Ali's waist. Then she takes a long look at her home hold... a view she couldn't even have imagined before. "It's beautiful!" she breathes.

Uillauth takes another slow, lazy spin through the air, being sure to cover the entire area so his passenger can see it all. "There's the hold, and there are the gather grounds," Ali pounts out just as Uillauth lets out a loud bugle of greeting to the dragons below.

Linora dares to lean out a bit for a better view, although she keeps a firm hold on Ali's waist. Not quite so convulsive as before, but she wants to be real sure she's not going anywhere. A wide smile lights her entire face.

"It's nice to see from up here, isn't it?" Ali asks as they begin to move a little higher above the hold. "Ready to see the weyr, then?"

Linora nods. "It's amazing." She knows she said that already, but it's still true. "Yes, please. The Weyr."

"Alright! Here we go again!" Ali calls out enthusiastically, holding up her fingers to count, going down this time, it seems. "Take us home, 'lauth!"


Uillauth suddenly winks into darkness of ::between::!

You hang, senseless, in the dark nothingness of ::between::... absolute darkness surrounds you, and the profound cold stings you... you wait, and count...

Sky High Over Northeastern Bowl
You're flying nearly level with the Weyr's towering pinnacles, at this height. Far below you can see the Weyrling training grounds, and the waterfall pool. Numerous ledges line the Weyr wall here. And above you to the north are the Weyr's Star Stones and watchrider's post.
It is a spring midmorning.

Uillauth suddenly arrives from ::between::, leaving the cold and darkness behind.

Linora catches her breath, wondering if she could ever get used to the sensation. Her eyes slowly open and she looks down at the Weyr for the first time, catching her breath again. "The Star Stones!" Couldn't be anything else...

"Would you like to see them?" Ali asks, not even waiting for an answer before Uillauth lowers them to the 'stones below them. "It isn't nearly as wonderful of a view at this time of day as it is in the evening, of course, but still."

You maneuver for a landing at the star stones.

Star Stones
The view here is startling and magificient as the whole Weyr is laid out before your eyes. As you scan the horizon you can easily see why this is a favored firelizard basking spot when the weather is clear. Quietly resting in the shadow of star stones, that has served countless generations at the Weyr providing warning as turns of Threadfall approach, you can only wonder at the view and the ancients that created the star stones.
There is a small shelter for the watchrider and drum station.
Green Kelawith is here.
You see Big Viewer here.

Linora gasps audibly as the Star Stones loom before her eyes and Uillauth abruptly lands. "I only ever heard of 'em before," she breathes.

"I'll bring you back here one evening, if you'd like," Ali offers with a grin, motioning out across the bowl below them and the area around. "My weyr overlooks them, it's right across there," fingers point directly across the small gap between the 'stones and the nearest set of weyrs."

Linora follows Ali's finger with her eyes, trying to pick out the weyr. "I'd really like that," she says earnestly, trying to burn the details into her mind so she won't forget.

"Just ask Keris to send word to me one day when you'd like to come, or Ashy, and I'll bring you both," Ali promises as Uillauth lifts, once again, off the stones and into the air. "Let me show you *my* favorite place here."

You take off.

Sky High Over Northeastern Bowl

Out over the caldera you go, spiralling down over Istan forest toward the quiet fresh-water pools.

Above The Pools
Pallisades sweep weyr-pocked backdrop behind, the bowl's caldera falling in a curtain of grey-cliffs off beyond the forests' rustling green edge. A trail threads its way back up towards the weyr, ending here at the stone and sand of the fresh-water pool.
Below the beach is wide, not too large but just large enough, and the gnarled old tree almost hides the neat little ledge tucked up into the cliff.

The waterfall crashes behind you, covering the noise of your landing.

Waterfall's Basin
The weyr's fresh-water pool flows clean and clear, almost undisturbed by the river that rests here after crashing down from the heights above. This small bay is neatly surrounded by a series of smooth stone steps and hidden beaches, a haven from the wider lake beyond before the water drops further to the sea below.
One gnarled, ancient tree has survived the ravages of time and Thread, reaching up towards the cliff above and the water below. A set of cruide boards makes the climb an easy one. The beach stretches, wide and warm, the waterfall quite a swim distant.
On the perch is Sip.
Bronze Orbyth and blue Celth are here.
You see Flamer and Calista's Cool-Cat Cot here.
You notice Zi'n asleep here.

C'ran is here.

Linora blinks at the abrupt change of scenery; she barely had time to get a grip! Then she looks out over the pool and ohs. "It's so beautiful here!" Trying to get used to the sight of so many dragons, having to remind herself that this is where they /live/.

"Alright, now where do you want to go?" Ali asks, giving Linora a bright grin as Uillauth begins to move upwards again and away from the waterfall.

You take off.

Sky Over Northeastern Bowl

Linora's arms tighten around Ali's waist once again as the ground disappears beneath them... but not quite so tightly this time. "I dunno... I never been anyplace else." Then a thought occurs to her. "Someplace where I can see snow?" Thinking what fun it would be to tell Cress about it when she gets home.

"Somewhere with snow? Alright.." Ali giggles and gives Uillauth an affectionate pat, "He only asks that we not stay there long, because it's so cold. Here we go."


Uillauth suddenly winks into darkness of ::between::!

You hang, senseless, in the dark nothingness of ::between::... absolute darkness surrounds you, and the profound cold stings you... you wait, and count...

Sky Over Glaciers
Bitter cold rises from below, heavy winds that toss and twist, fighting to move towards the meadows on either side of the icy waste below.

Uillauth suddenly arrives from ::between::, leaving the cold and darkness behind.

You leave for the gentler breezes above the meadow.

Above the Mountains
Swirling air flows buffet you from all sides, a culmination of the threads of many different weather patterns as you soar high above the Alpine Meadows, a rippling, shimmering sea of green beckoning from below. The blackness of volcanic rock cuts off your view of the weyr, though the Star Stones remain as a reference point, forever reaching for the stars.
Clean, cold, crisp air takes your breath away, flavoured with the tang of a myrriad of different aromas.
It is a spring midmorning. The patches of mist have dissipated in the warmth of the sun. The air is cool, but comfortable, and the sky seems to be clearing rapidly as the few clouds are driven away on a brisk wind.

You glide in from the colder climes above the glacier.

Linora keeps her eyes open this time, only to have to blink them shut against the glare of the sun off the snow. Opening them again slowly, she lets out an astonished exclamation. And shivers.

"I'd have to agree with Uillauth on this one, it is too cold here," Ali mumbles with a shiver, "Let's go....."

Uillauth suddenly winks into darkness of ::between::!

You hang, senseless, in the dark nothingness of ::between::... absolute darkness surrounds you, and the profound cold stings you... you wait, and count...

Sky over Benden Weyr
Nearly all of the bowl is visible below you. The center of the main bowl is directly below, filled with dragons landing and taking off every second of the day - and sometimes the night. At the southmost end of the bowl is the great weyr lake, the feeding pens boxed in behind that. To the east of the feeding pens is the broad entrance to the weyrling barracks. The north is dominated by the large entrance to the enormous hatching grounds, the dragon ledges visible from this height. Just to the east of the grounds are the entrances to the groundweyrs, south of that are the living caverns and infirmary entrances. Above all this, the bowl is scattered with dragon ledges, the great weyrs in which they live. The only place the weyrs are not visible is directly over the highest part of the hatching grounds where the observation ledges are.

Uillauth suddenly arrives from ::between::, leaving the cold and darkness behind.

Linora blinks again, trying to adjust her eyes to all the changes. "Where are we?" she calls out.

"Benden Weyr," Ali calls out, just a hint of awe in her voice, "It's such a beautiful place. I won't give up Ista for here, but it is nice, all the same."

Linora's eyes get huge. "/Benden/ Weyr?" Never in her entire life did she imagine she'd see this place... almost thought it was a Harper legend. She leans out carefully for a better look.

Uillauth sweeps in slow, lazy circles, around the weyr, rumbling now and then to a dragon resting below. "It's a lovely place, but..." her voice trails off as she shares a bit of conversation with Uillauth. "Oh, I'm sorry, it seems I've to get back home, so I need to bring you back to Gar now."

Ali calls out, "Hold on!"

Uillauth suddenly winks into darkness of ::between::!

You hang, senseless, in the dark nothingness of ::between::... absolute darkness surrounds you, and the profound cold stings you... you wait, and count...

Above Gar
You soar high above the grassy plains of Gar. From here you can see the hold itself, nestled in the outcrop of a cliff face, and vast fields of farmland and grazing lands. Herds of animals roam the fields, under the watchful eye of Gar herders.

Uillauth suddenly arrives from ::between::, leaving the cold and darkness behind.

Linora sighs, reeling from all she's seen in such a short time; disappointment at seeing it all end mingled with relief at being able to put her feet back on solid ground again. "Oh, Ali, thank you /so/ much for taking me with you!"

You glide down for a landing.

StarCraft Courtyard

Ali sighs softly as they drop to the ground below, landing easily in the courtyard of the StarCraft Hall. "I wish it could have been longer, but I have to get back to the weyr for wing assignment."

Ali slips, with practiced ease, down from Uillauth's neck, landing lightly on the ground beside him.

You slip, with practiced ease, down from Uillauth's neck to the ground beside him.

Linora shrugs off the cloak, much warmer now in the midmorning sun, and folds it over her arm to carefully peel the gloves off her hands. "It was so much more than I ever coulda asked for," she says, her eyes shining. "Thanks again." Now holding the cloak and gloves out to return them.

Ali accepts the gloves, which she shoves back in the pouch but shakes her head at the cloak, "If you could just return that to Ashy, just leave it on her bed in the dorms, I'd appreciate it." Head nods in the direction of the hall, "If you see Keris, tell him I'll stop by to see him soon, I need to tell him something. I'm glad you enjoyed yourself, and I look forward to seeing you again soon." With a wave, she slips up to 'lauth's neck and the slip up into the sky.

Uillauth politely offers a foreleg, allowing Ali to scramble up to his neck and settle comfortably between two neckridges.