With trepidation, the Grecian features of Weyrling Jai turn upward, pale blue eyes astonished.  Swooping and diving like an enormous firelizard, the exuberant Deiseath caroled her joy at her rider, a come-join-me note in her vocalization.  Jai wrinkled her nose.  “I’m not riding if you’re going to fly like that, Dei,” she said firmly, pushing the tinted flying goggles she had gotten from the Weyr Smith back up her diminutive nose.  The midday sun’s glare lessened enough that she was no longer seeing spots before her eyes—although she’d be willing to swear that she could feel her unpigmented skin crisping like wherryflesh on a spit.  <<Get th’ straps ready, Jai, I’ll be there’n a minute!>> replied Deiseath at her usual breakneck speed, her mindvoice’s coloratura flavored with the zesty herdsman’s accent that sounded incongruous coming from the lanky, unfinished-looking green.  Grimly, Jai set to work on the tangle of sueded leather and padded cloth, wincing as buckles scraped against already-scarred wherhide.  Ever since Candidacy, she'd had trouble with the wretched, ever-tangling straps.  At last she laid out the straightened straps, ready to gird her lifemate’s breadth.  “Come /down/, Dei!” she said in her best parade-ground bellow, and the long-limbed green tipped her wings in acknowledgement.  <<Coming, coming, coming,>> Deiseath burbled breathlessly, backwinging neatly down before her pale rider.  Her chartreuse claws dug at the ground in excitement as the calm and ever-responsible Jai belted on the straps. Since Deiseath was already as tall at the shoulder as many of her blue siblings—though she had nothing near their mass—Jai was panting and sweating.  “Sorry, Dei, I thought I was in better shape than that,” the ex-Guardswoman admitted, as Deiseath twitched with her inexhaustible energy.  <<You haven’t used those muscles before, and I am very tall.  Ienth says I look like a vtol when I fly,>> chattered the green, craning her neck around to look at herself, self-consciously.  <<I don’t, do I?>> “I think Ienth meant that you can change /directions/ like a vtol, Deiseath.  You’re perfect, you know.  Give me a leg up, hey?” Hastily, Deiseath proffered her elbow, curling her expansive, jade-translucent wings next to her flank. <<There you are.  Why do you think it’s like climbing a mountain?>> she asked suspiciously, voice shrill and uncertain. Jai grimaced; she had not meant for Deiseath to overhear that thought.  “Because I brace against your shoulder and use the straps to ‘walk’ up your side, just like in mountain-climbing.” <<I’m not a mountain, I’m a dragon,>> snorted Deiseath.  <<You’re strapped.  We’re going.>> With a wild cry, the green and her rider alit into the flawless summer sky.

Deiseath was hatched at Dawn Sisters Weyr.