It was only yesterday that Cyizo had approached Inabikari. "Oh great, what does that effing Geperna want now?" he had inwardly groaned. But with Kjoda and Cynnath off tending clutches of their own (the red Kjoda having jealously kept her beloved Kjedoreth by her side), Cyizo was in charge of the weyr's sponsoring projects, which meant he was "the boss of" Ina'. For now... "Inabikari, I need to talk to you." "What now?" The white blinked, but continued. "I am aware that you will be taking Symphonious to redeem her cyborware token tomorrow, as your last act as guardian. I was wondering if you would mind making a little side trip down to Driolo for me."

"Driolo? What's on Driolo that's so important?" By now Guess had come running, sensing Inabikari's hatred of Cyizo. He swore that that damn beast must have bonded to him in his sleep. Once there, Guess took to hunkering at the catdragon's side and hissing softly, sending wave after wave of anger and hate toward the white Geperna. "It seems they've started up a little bonding project-type thing at a school there. I'd like you to go and try your hand at sponsoring." Inabikari sneered. "And what if I refuse?" "Then I might just be forced to delay your release from my tutelage. I hear tale that Sila has become quite the handful for poor Paidaruth. Perhaps he could use a little change of scenery and you could look after her instead..."

The mere thought of having to keep track of that absurdly cute and fluffy ball of terror known as Sila-saph shut Ina's mouth very quickly. "....Alright." he hissed, "I'll go to this damn Driolo place and stick my snout in their business. But if I end up with another Symphonious, you might wake up with a bag of spiders tied to your head."

"I am in hell. This is my hell." Ina' murmured, beady red eyes surveying the arid landscape before him. Heavy black fur plus hot sun and desert equaled one unhappy catdragon. Symphonious stood at his left, her own amber eyes squinting into the sun. "It's not that bad Inabikari, I kinda like it!" Though her fanned wings and puffed-up fur begged to differ. She was sweltering in this heat as much as he was, only her argumentative nature kept her from admitting it. At his right, Guess hunched and extended his inner mouth to taste the sandy ground. Hot. he sent, along with the sensation of burning feet and thirst. "Frilling hot dustball... Frilling Cyizo, sending me to this blasted place... Frilling Symphonious and her frilling token..." he grumbled incessantly. "This better be over quick!"