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Date Posted: 17:35:41 03/11/02 Mon
Author: Mave-Seereth, Kilia-Sith, D'rius-Dememnth
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As Fall ends, the tears come, trailing their way down Mave's face, crystaline droplets. She removes her straps, but does not move, eyes glassy with disbelief, mind turned inward. Suddenly, jerkily, she moves, dismounting. Her feet hit the ground with a solid thunk, Mave turns, her face hidden in Seereth's golden bulk. With a gentle croon, the normally veridical Queen twists her head around, her head resting by Mave's body. Both seem incredibly weak, the sarcasm and irony gone. After a moment, Mave remounts, dashes the tears from her eyes, and calls out, voice suddenly strong, "Southern riders, return to your Weyr!" The pair lifts up, the gold's broad wings raising them withing moments. Mave glances back once before Seereth blinks between, her gray eyes searching for a trace of her weyrmate, and finding none.

Kilia watches the Weyrwoman's reaction with mild curiousity. As Mave gives the directions to return to Southern, she smiles. Good, she could use a nap. ~We should also compare formations with Lyra.~ And Mave. ~We should wait for that though, she probably needs some times to grieve.~ Alright, but Lyra after she gets better. ~Yes.~ Sith returns to the air, his wings pumping tiredly, bright blue tail twitching animatedly. Quickly, he goes between, to their home.

As Mave gives the signal, D'rius finds himself admiring her strength. ~It is very admirable.~ D'rius absently rubs his shoulder, keeping his balance as Dememnth lifts off. He grabs the straps suddenly, making sure they are held tightly in his hands before Dememnth goes between. The feel of strong leather between his hands is comforting, he relaxes. Dememnth blinks between, seeking the warmth of Southern Weyr.

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