Cristroga and brown Tusath

Cristroga, or Cris as she was known by her family and the whole of Sapphire Weyr, sighed happly as her three fire lizards preformed a complicated airale display for her. She watched as her large brown Tusath rose and dove at the herdbeasts for his meals. She was only slightly awed by the fact that when he'd been a hatchling she was able to carry him off the sands, now he was as large as a normal sized brown. Only a sevenday ago had they graduated from weyrling classes, and were now able to fight in their wing; the Flame Wing.

Tusath seemed to gorge himself on the fat herdbeast he'd just taken down. For a brown gorging himself though, he ate in a polite, not messy dragon way.

Cris, when will Thread fall again so we can fly it? Tusath asked thoughtfuly as he tore into the neck of a new herdbeast. Cris started laughing.

"Tus, love, that's the tenth time you asked in less minutes today," the 16 turn old girl replied between laughing. Tell me again, please? I know when it is, but I just like hearing you tell me it.

"Why? I'm not a harper," Cris said jokingly. Tusath looked at his female rider, cocked his head, and snorted in a way to say "I'm serious" without bespeaking his rider. Cris chuckled again, "Thread will be falling over Sapphire Hold in a little over a sevenday, m'love. It just fell there yesterday."

Then we shall get ready! The brown replied, pouncing on his next herdbeast. Cris smiled lovingly at her dragon, even though he was starting to make a mess of his latest peice of food.

"Aye, that we will my beloved, Tusath," Cris smirked. Only a moment after she said this, Tusath finished his final herdbeast and gave a loud adn noisy dragon belch. "Tus!"

Sorry, Cris. the brown meirly replied as he took to the air and adgely darted over to his weyrmate's side. The three fire lizards chittered reprovingly at dragons for belching. It's not like you three haven't belched in your lives before! the brown countered causing his rider to howl with laughter.

"You're right you know, Tus," she finally said when she was able to get her laughter down to a snicker, "At least you were farther away, their belches stink. I'd hate to be the one down wind of your belch." Tusath looked at his rider in a sad dejected way and Cris imeadiatly started to scratch his hide until the large brown wedged shaped head came down near the ground and she started to scratch his eye ridges, "Sorry 'bout that, m'love. I got carried away." Tusath rummbled his forgiveness as they walked towards the weyrlake to wash up

Cris was adjusting her riding harnesses on her brown Tusath when her father suddenly popped in for a quick visit. She bowed her head slightly to recieve his usuall kiss on the head and smiled happly.

"What brings you to visit me, Dad?" she asks curiously, "I wasn't exspecting to see you for a few days."

Her father, C'fron, smirked his usual smirk, "Just brought a note that was passed around Talor Cliff that I thought you might want to see." Cris blinked as she left one strap of her harness hanging while reading the note that her father handed her questionably. Her features brightened imediatly and she looked up at her father.

"A Searchrider Hall?" she laughed as the same smirk as her father wore came upon her own features, "At Aden Weyr nontheless! Maybe we should try to apply, eh Tus?" I believe I would search well. I have not told anyone but there have been a few candidates that I have sensed huge posiblities in and have impressed. "Well then, we're already part of the way there aren't we, love?"

"Where were you off to anyway, Cris," her father asked.

"We were just going to go for a nice straight flight and streach Tusath's wings," she replied cheerfuly, "But I believe we're now headed to Aden to check in on this." C'fron smiled at his daughter as she finished tightening the sinch strap of her low crouching huge brown. The girl vaulted up into the saddle with the aid of her brown's forearm and carefuly made sure her riding straps were tight even though she really didn't need them.

"See ya' later, Dad," Cris saluted her father, "I'll have Tusath tell Trith if something should come of our visit." With that said, Cristroga gave a wave to her father and Tusath launched himself into the air with a grace and ease that seemed effortless. Cris took one more look at her father on the ground walking towards his green Trith just before dissappearing between to Aden Weyr...