R’mar put down the journal he’d started some time ago. He’d written yet another entry in the fairly thin book. He had no doubt in his mind that in the days to come it would become thicker more than thinner. The day he was searched felt millions of turns ago as did his weyrling days with his brown Unipoeth, or Poe as he called him. Now green Vasharath was about to fly which meant that Tiff might be seeing him more often.

From R’mar’s bed, his piebald fire lizard, Rayvan, chirped as if trying to be helpful by easing his master’s mind. R’mar smiled slightly and rolled his neck until it cracked all the way around. He tapped the charcoal stick on the table lightly and suddenly it broke into two smaller pieces; it had been small before but now it was nearly impossible to write with. R’mar snorted and gave a slight whimper that was unlike him before letting his head hit the table.

R’mar, it isn’t that bad and you know it. “Yes it is, Poe, and you know it,” R’mar’s muffled grumble didn’t even need to reach the brown vocally for Unipoeth to know what his rider had said. You’re making too big a deal out of something as small as M’leor putting us on the board. I asked him to put us up when they were going to close Vasharath’s flight to all other dragons that wanted to participate. Now I’ll have to make sure Tiff doesn’t find out, before the boards close. The brown snorted at his rider from his sunning ledge and ignored the last half of his rider’s whining, M’leor had many riders to sign up on the boards, we were probably lost in the jumble and he put us up early. R’mar groaned again and finally got up with a sigh.

The brownrider slowly made his way towards his brown’s part of the weyr. A slow smile started to form on his features as he took in the sight of his brown and sighed. The brown turned his elegant head towards his rider and cooed. Pulling his riding saddle from the wall, R’mar walked over as the brown got up knowing they were going to go for a ride. Tightening the cinch straps R’mar quickly vaulted into the saddle and strapped himself in; he knew well now how Unipoeth flew and it was much safer, even if the brown was his dragon, to be strapped tightly into the seat.

“Let’s go train Poe,” he smiled wryly, “We gotta keep you in shape for Vasharath’s flight.” I nearly caught Lelianth didn’t I? Vasharath should be easy then. Maybe but then some dragons are caught off guard when they think the one they wish to fly will be easy. Flights are never easy, I’ve heard. Even D’ten says that Treyath has a run for his marks when he fight to win his weyrmate each time. The brown merely shrugged his indifference and bounded off his ledge with signs of his swiftness, agility, and speed showing only slightly. The brown knew how to hide it well now so no dragon knew what his capabilities were.