D'zel couldn't help but burst into rare laughter whenever he looked at his black-blue now. Cherubith was extremely sore about the loss of the night green, the indignity of being the first to drop out of the flight. You are not helping matters. he snarled to his rider, who was covering his mouth in an attempt at smothering the chuckles that would not stop. "I-I'm s-s-sorry, Cheru' After all that b-b-boasting you were the f-f-f-first to lose!" He bent double in mirth, Ord flapping grumpily from his shoulder.

It is your fault I lost, with your constant teasing in the back of my mind! Cherubith rose to his feet, eyes spinning firey red in anger. "Oh no, I know that face...you want to chase again..." D'zel groaned. The black-blue nodded fiercely. "We haven't even left Ryslen yet! How can you know who you want to chase..." Dark Opal Cysscatainth, with whom I have already sired a clutch is rising at this very place! I should like a second chance with her in an old-fashioned flight. His voice turned wistful in the end, glowing eyes drifting to the nidulus exit and said dragoness glowing darkly against the brilliant sunlight.

Sighing resignedly, D'zel shrugged. "I can't stop you, but I refuse to participate along with. I don't like all the awkward silences and...emotions it makes me endure." trailed off, face hardening. Cherubith rumbled. Have no fear, rider. Her bond is not participating either. She will not miss you. The man shrugged, coaxing Ord from her perch to deliver a letter folded up in his hand. "Good. Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to send this to Hannah back home and inform her my dragon insists on keeping me away for Faranth knows how long." But his complaint fell on deaf ears, for Cherubith had returned to his side of the nidulus to gaze fondly at what he hoped might be his once again, though it had been he who chose her in the first place.