Eusyscth spread her red and white striped wings as she perched upon her old weyr ledge at Darkling Dawn. Solange was quite keen to be moving on, but the green dragoness had other ideas. Her hide was glowing more and more brightly with each passing day, and as Solange hurried to pack her thinks Eusy' interrupted quietly. You may not want to pack so fast, bondmine... "What?" Solange asked in a distracted way, cramming an impossible amount of things for her to have collected in a little over a year. I said you may not want to pack so fast, I don't think we'll be leaving just yet. Solange froze, noticing the harsh undertone in her bond's normally soft voice.

Avitre and Rilas both instinctively hopped and flew away from the proddy green with small squeaks of fear. They took shelter in the riding jacket she had thrown on in preparation to leave. "You mean, you're about to rise?" Her voice trailed off to a conspiratory whisper, eyes glancing shiftily from side to side though only she and her dragon were in the weyr. Eusyscth rumbled quietly, eyes beginning to spin slightly red. "And you want to stay here to...to...fly?" Yes, I do. Why do you speak of it as if it were a taboo thing, or are you embarrassed? She tilted her head to the side in curiosity and slight hurt. Solange blushed but hurried to comfort her sensitive green. "No, no love...it's just...well, on Svalbard, mating rituals aren't quite so...public. I'm not used to the idea of it being for all the world to see..."

In her heart she was not only thinking this, but of Rølvaag. She had yet to hear of him Impressing a dragon, there was little chance he'd make it. This frightened her, the thought of not being near the one she'd privately chosen as hers. Sensing her rider's thoughts, Eusyscth moved closer and nuzzled her on the shoulder. I'm sorry I cannot wait for your friend, but have faith that I will choose well. Solange stroked the green dragoness' eye-ridges and smiled faintly. "I know you will, my love...I trust you. I just can't help but worry..." Eusy' rumbled soothingly. I understand. Curling a wing around her rider, Eusyscth settled to gaze out the entrance to her weyr. A heavy downpour had started, wetting the weyr and filling the air with the scent of cool water hitting hot stone.