Turustrilyth sighed as she glided into Dragonwillow after her scheduled sweep of the lands to the south of dragonwillow. Keeping an eye out for possible burrows since the last threadfall. The south was grubbed ofcourse but old habits died hard and it did no harm to make sure it remained effective.

Ortaikimolth had officially been away at Shivran Aerd four tendays and Turustrilyth missed the offbeat humour and outspokenness of her clutch mate. Sure they had had their differences but as a shy dragon at a new weyr she had clung to her clutch mate like a lifeline annd felt at a loss without him there to smooth the way for her. Sure everyone else was as nice as pie but she felt at a loss in social surroundings and more than a little uncomfortable in large groups.

It was different when they were drilling ofcourse or fighting thread the she would perform her part in the queenns wing to the best of her ability. However she envied the casual amiability the other dragonsn had with each other at other times and wished daily she knew how to emulate it. She couldn't seem to though. So most of the time she minded her own business and did what she was told and prayed she wouldn't need to rise anytime soon.

Though turustrilyth didn't know it at the time, Some one else had taken notice of her and wasn't going to let her stay in her shell (or scales) much longer.