Morning Star Weyr

Finally, J'men, I'm all grown up, Tyranith sighed.   "We had a few close calls there," J'men sighed.   Everyone had a few, Tyranith sighed as he watched the sky.   J'men nodded and smiled, "Especially the Morning Star Impressors. I never knew it was so hard getting from Cincanta to Morning Star."   Tyranith shivered, Please, J'men, don't speak of it again. It was a good thing that Binth was with us, or we would have never have made it through between.   J'men nodded, "Well, Tyranith, now that's your grown, do you have your eye an any females?" He sighed, trying his best to change the subject.   Not especially, Tyranith sighed. J'men, would it be all right if we stopped by Ryslen? I need a break from fall today.   "Is it going to be called, Tyranith?" J'men sighed.   Not here, but we're in the romaining wing, remember, Tyranith sighed. So, can we?   "Sure, Tyran," J'men sighed as he took the riding straps down from the hook by his bed. ***   J'men sighed as he watch the sky over Ryslen Weyr. Tyranith crooned happily as he turned to bath his other side in the sun. Suddenly, a call was echoed. J'men shot up and searched the skies. He spotted a green dragon diving into the Weyrbowl. Tyranith cried out urgently to J'men.   She's rising, and her rider is still aboard her, Tyranith cried, as a young women spirled onto the sands.   J'men rushed over to help her up, but the challenging bulge of his Tyranith distracted him. He had only heard his brown call like that once before.   Tyranith, please. I've barely recovered from the last flight, J'men pleaded. It's too much of a strain.   I can't help it, J'men! Tyranith bulged. She's so beautiful!   "Tyranith," J'men pleaded, falling to his knees onto the sands.   There were a large group of men gathering around the stunned woman. They were so distracted that they were stepping on her.   "Move! Move!" J'men exclaimed, crawling over to the woman. "You're hurting her!"   J'men pushed through the crowd until he reached the woman. She was curled up into a ball trying to keep the men from trampling her. He reached his hand out to her as he stood, her deep blue eyes looking up at him in fear.   "Don't worry," J'men muttered, his voice a whisper. "Everything will be fine."   "Thank you," the green rider said as she turned away from his gaze and peired up at her green.   J'men glanced up at the dragon filled skies, trying to spot his Tyranith. It was impossible to distegish one male from the other, but the brillant green was easy to spot, leading the pack all the way as she dipped and dived among the clouds. Continue...