"Shkora, I have the perfect training exercize for you." Kitaaya said smoothly, waking the red from a light slumber. Which is? he asked sleepily, lifting his head to find Izzo had made it into a perch. Fanning a shimmering wing, Shkora shooed the metal bird away. "I think you may find it a most enjoyable one. There is a female rising at a place called Ryslen..." Shkora blinked to full attention when he heared Aya mention a female. Wait, you want me to chase?

The fire mage glared at her confetti-winged red bond. "Yes, and I would prefer you not interrupt me when I am speaking." she replied coldly. Shkora crooned softly and hung his head. I am sorry mine, I forgot. Please, continue. Kitaaya smiled eerily and stroked her dragon's offered head. "She is a beautiful female, mine. Her name is Antliath. The reason I picked her flight is because her coloration is as unique as yours. Your children would be beautiful." The red dragon rumbled and eyed his bond with a mischevious glint in his eye. Are you sure that your wish for me to chase is not because you like her rider?

Kitaaya practically leapt away from him, aghast. "Me? I have no liking for anything of mortal flesh! No man has ever touched me!" She drew herself up and looked like, in Shkora's mind, a startled rooster. "Besides, her rider is a dragon who is not participating, as I will not be... No, my wish for you to chase is only for you to gain experience. And maybe produce a little brood of monsters for everyone's enjoyment." Grinning toothily, Aya returned to stand beside her bond's head. If it is your wish that I chase, I will chase, my Igniter. he rumbled happily and assisted Kitaaya onto his back. She sent him the image of Darkling Dawn and they took off.

Once overhead, Shkora did not need Kitaaya's assistance to find the glowing sunset-speckled blue beauty of Antliath. He bugled aloud with uncharactaristic joy, backwinging into a dusty landing. Izzo sqwawked and took off from Aya's shoulder while she slid off of her dragon's back and resumed his place once she was steady. In the brilliant sunlight of the bowl, Aya retreated further into the volumonous robe she wore, seeking cool shade. "Go...meet the female. I will sign you up and ask for housing..." Used to the constant indoors of the station, being outside in the open air again was a little overwhelming for Aya. Shkora nuzzled his bond's shoulder with concern before seeing her safely inside, then he turned to the radiant Antliath to make the best first impression possible.