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Kalkin chuckled but said, "not me. Sixth would not stand a chance with her at this size, why would I ever do that to him?"
"When do I get to meet this mysterious Sixth, Kalkin?" Daverin asked, "I mean, you never ride him anywhere!"
"I do not ride him because I am terrified of heights, my dear," Kalkin admitted with a smile, and offered Daverin a boost up to the shoulder of her now-fully-grown green Askabeth. "And please remember to tell her that I must not be spoken--"
"Spoken to, I know, I know..." Daverin hiked up to the crook of the dragon's neck, and Askabeth gazed down at the healer below.
He is so strange inside, Daverin. But he would still make a decent enough rider.
It would be the only decent thing about him, Askabeth! Daverin giggled and Kalkin could only wonder why.
Daverin whistled and Chalky came to her shoulder, and nestled within the short strands of hair near her neck. They took off from the cothold where Sixth apparently was asleep near, and left Kalkin to his more mature companion Raanatani once more. No jealousy existed between the younger and older woman, in fact Daverin had almost been Fostered by the woman when her mother died some years back. As Askabeth climbed higher into the sky, they finally went between and appeared over Alabaster Weyrhold.
"This is home, Askabeth!" Daverin cried loudly. "It's so good to be back!" She and the green did a wide circle of the weyrhold grounds, and finally settled down near the edge of the weyr-pit.
When Daverin entered the riders' central rooms, there were a number of others she knew well from her crafting days. They greeted her cheerily, but with a strange sense about them.
Finally, a black-haired bronze rider from Dawnlight Hold's crafthall came forward. "We've been talking it over, and we decided that the Uplift wing is getting kind of full."
Daverin pouted. "But... That's the wing I was supposed to be joining... What am I supposed to do now, fly solo?"
She was about to turn around and head back to her weyr to sulk in private, but N'ate stopped her. That and Chalky decided that biting his human's ear was in order made her turn and swat at the white flit.
"No, no, now that we're all here," N'ate indicated the others who included a brown riding woman named Bethany, Shim'a of blue Dioath, and many others, "we made up our minds to leave the wing, and form our own. You'd make a perfect addition, with Ash'r as well."
Daverin looked at her blue riding counter part, and they looked back to N'ate.
"It's going to be called the Screw Loose Wing," N'ate said, and everyone there began to chuckle. "No, I'm serious! What are we all? We're all tinkers and engineers. We all know how to make things and how to put stuff together--"
"And take it apart," Ash'r butted in, "don't forget that!"
"I can't," N'ate said, "you just won't let me. So are you in?"
Ash'r immediately raised his hand in a salute, and Daverin shortly followed. "Screw Loose it is!" He cried, and Daverin laughed with them all the rest of the night!
