Uneager meetings (M'kel)

[.K.aci]

How did I become so obnoxious?
What is it with you that makes me act like this?
I've never been this nasty...
Can't you tell that this is all just a contest?
The one that wins will be the one that hits the hardest!
But baby I don't mean it.

((HAH! I just made the last day of romance novel week. XD ...Oh, crap. It's romance novel week. Alright, lemme try this out.))

Apologize not for thy words, I will have none of it. Nay, it is an honour, far from an insult, for thee to bespeak mine-own rider. Once more, it hath been proveth to me that thou art the noblest of Queens. Lovely Ezelth, if ever thou wishes a conversation, though I mightn't be the best with words, your Tirenth is always at your service. The Gold was tickled at his words - she had never bespoken another rider before, and that he thought it was an honor soothed her slight panic about it. I thank you for your compliment, Tirenth. It eases my worries quite quickly. But his next statement surprised her. Really? I always thought you were quite eloquent with words, Tirenth. You have always helped Mine and myself with your thoughts.

His hazel eyes spun over her body with a liquid grace, and she could feel her cheeks warming under his touch, as though he had taken his hands and raked them down her body. Oh, dear. 'Proper clothing for this outing?' Running a trim hand through her silken hair again, she turned her embarrassment into a snapping attitude, one she always seemed to take for the tall man she couldn't quite meet the eyes of. "Yes." But he wasn't finished, words rolling from his tongue like dew from a flower petal. 'How doth thee figure that garments as loose as those art fit for a slog through the jungle? Why, I will no doubt be untangling thee from every bramble bush we pass.' But he only irritated her farther, and she found herself tensing, every muscle ready to lunge for him and make him take back his words. She had been dressing like this for a long time - maybe not quite in the finer materials, but in the same sizes.

"I'll do quite nicely, thank you! I'm a big gir, you knowl!" But she was speaking to a well muscled back. She couldn't help but watching, for just a moment, as he walked away. Was it the way that his shirt clung to the trim, lithe muscle? Or was it the way he seemed to walk, arrogant, cocky, and just so sure of himself? She just wanted to smack him for it all. 'Wouldst thou presume that I intend thee harm? For certainly, I am an honourable man and could think no such evil thing.' She agreed with Tirenth, had she known that the dragon was laughing as well. Instead she snorted, an unlady-like thing through her button nose. "Of course." The words dripped like sarcasm, honey off of her tongue.

But he was quick on the uptake - bowing with a graceful air about him that she secretly admired and envied - and blue eyes watched him step down the stairs. 'Thy wish is my command, fair maiden.' Of course, all thoughts of admiration were shot out the window, and she snarled at him, white teeth flashed through the air as she silently shook her head. Oh, how infuriating that man was! She wanted to tangle her hands in that thick head of blond hair and touch the silken locks as she pushed him from a cliff. But after him she went, after a last kiss to her dragon and silent swear to keep her promise of trying to enjoy the picnic with her dashing prince charming.

Silence, as they entered the jungle, but the girl didn't mind. The jungle had always been her escape as a drudge avoiding work, and she revealed in being back in the greenery. It was a warmth, a feeling of being enveloped in silence that was alive and welcoming - she never tired of it. The girl was fine, in her baggy clothes - she melted through most of it, and when thorns seemed to reach out and snag, she just pushed past. The skin on her arms were slightly scratched up, but she paid the few minor scratches no mind - she didn't even feel it. For a time she could ignore the man ahead of her and relax - her dragon had been right, she did need this.

But all good things must come to an end, and a voice came from the leader of their expedition. Her head shot up like a frightened critter - she had nearly forgotten that the man was there! But she focused on his words, a little confused at what he was prattling on about - and then a little shocked. 'Truly, m'lady, I was rather pleased to learn of thy dragon's request. It hath been my intention to meet with you, in such a manner, for some goodly time.' Lips dropped open, and Crown's eyes widened - were the rumors true she had heard and discard? She had heard at some point that M'kel was a rapist and a killer, but she hadn't believed it... Until now. A little panicked, the young woman cast about and grabbed the first stick she could find - a nice thick walking stick. Let him come for her now! 'In fact, I hath been planning this for nearly a Turn.' Oh, by Faranth, she was just another victim! That was why he was taunting her, and why the man had always played the part of friendly - so no one would expect him when he offed her!

'I feel it only right that I bequeath unto you the wisdom I gained as Weyrleader, now that thou art Jr. Weyrwoman.' Of course, the next words totally confused the young woman. She halted behind him, an eyebrow quirked and her mouth open. "Huh?" But her words were quiet, not loud enough to gain his attention - and her mind was working in rapid fire. So he wasn't going to rape and kill her? No... He was just being arrogant and stupid M'kel. But this was rather amusing. Imagine him, trying to give her advice?! Many of the weyrfolk had said that he was the worst Weyrleader they had ever seen - and some of the riders had seen a few. But she just snickered quietly, and dropped her stick aside - no need to panic. She was silly, believing such nonsense.

"Your wisdom, Bronzerider M'kel?" Oh, this she had to hear. "Please, I would love to listen to this." She managed to say it with a straightface and a serious tone, looking at him with guileless blue eyes. Oh my, this would be rich indeed.

I mean it, I promise
Please don't leave me
I always say how I don't need you
But it's always gonna come right back to this
Please, don't leave me

[M'kel]

THUD.


The bronzerider paused in his trek through the jungle, glancing back over his shoulder. He had thought he'd detected a pause in Crown's steps only moments before the sound, and sure enough she was standing still upon the path, gazing up at him. M'kel smiled in response to her innocent, blue-eyed gaze. Now this was a far more likeable Crown than he was used to! She didn't even look so boyish, with her face free of the lines and creases that usually accompanied her sneers. There was an ethereal charm about her, and M'kel was relieved to find that she could be a kind person when she wished it.

Why, she was even genuinely interested to hear his advice!

It only made sense, of course. Beneath that prickly and guarded exterior was just a young girl thrust suddenly into a position of power and privilege. Although she no doubt loathed to admit it, she needed guidance. No declaration of self-assurance could deny that, for M'kel had already seen her at her most uncertain and lost, when she had first Impressed gold Ezelth.

"Good!" M'kel nodded sharply, turning on his heel and beginning to march forward into the jungle again.

SNAP!

A branch smacked him across the face, for it had been waiting there all the while his back was turned, and he walked into it immediately upon turning. M'kel stumbled back a pace or two, grabbed at the branch and thrust it aside, before striding onwards. His back had stiffened noticeably with embarrassment, but he kept his tone light and cheery, as if nothing had happened.

"First of all, as you've no doubt learned, having such a position within the Weyr comes with numerous rewards and benefits. You've got your duties, of course, but no one's going to stop you from taking a day off to relax. That is one of the most important things for any leader...you have to be relaxed! A laidback and calm Jr. Weyrwoman is far more fit for command than someone who is high strung and worn out." Anyone who knew M'kel was sure to know that he had followed this particular suggestion far more vigorously than most.

BZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ!

The bronzerider paused in his speech to swipe at a pesky gnat, grimacing slightly at the abundance of insects in this moist and steamy jungle. He was so focused on the hideously annoying buzzing sound and fending off the attackers that he entirely missed the rumbling sound in the distance.

"About those rewards, though," he began again, voice taking on a more serious note. "Be careful not to push too much. The privilege is rightfully yours, of course, but people need to be handled gently, or they might become spiteful. Even the lowliest drudge can have quite the temper..." he trailed off at this point, realizing belatedly that Crown had been a drudge at the Weyr up until she Impressed. And one with a temper at that.

AHEM!

He cleared his throat, grinning sheepishly back at her before focusing on the trail ahead once more. "Basically...you've got to be a bit careful, Crown. I know it seems like you're on top of the world, loved and admired by all, and with the power to do everything you please, but unfortunately, politics tends to be rather messy. Sometimes people you think you can trust turn out to be...not so trustworthy. Sometimes you think you're well-liked, when really everyone's just looking for an excuse to stone you." M'kel's voice had grown quiet now, barely audible, as he was reminded of his last days as Weyrleader.

"I guess," he said slowly, turning hazel eyes back to regard the girl once more, "you just need to know who you can trust. So long as you have even one person you can confide in, who will have your back no matter what, it makes the whole thing much easier. Be wary of enemies, and hold on to friends. And y'know, if you ever want, well...I'm here. If you ever want to talk. Ezelth seems to have no qualms with bespeaking Tirenth, so you're free to call anytime." He grinned at that, the last tendrils of his unhappy reflection falling from his face.

"Oh, and you'll also find that every man in the Weyr wants to bed you." Yep, he was back to normal entirely now, marching along with his head held high and blond hair tossing in the breeze. "Don't let yourself get carried away by temptation, too much. Moderation really is best in everything."

As if you're one to talk!

Tirenth, I'm trying to give Crown some advice here. Butt out!

The bronze dragon gave a mental roll of his eyes and pushed M'kel to the back of his mind entirely. After all, he was enjoying himself far more conversing with Ezelth, and his rider was obviously not interested in taking advice while doling it out. The bronze rumbled, a low sound of delight, at Ezelth's compliment, and his tail twitched slightly on the floor of his weyr. Despite himself, the dragon found he was leaning slightly to look down from his weyr ledge, trying to catch sight of a flash of gold. You are very kind, Ezelth. I am very glad to learn that I have been of assistance to you. I never knew if I hindered more than helped, though I have always been prepared to try. Then, he added more hesitantly, I have always enjoyed our conversations, though, even if the situations weren't always much to be desired.

[.K.aci]

She found that M'kel had more of an ear than she bargained for, and he turned around to look at her, stopping as well. He smiled back at her, and she innocently smiled back, amused at her game now. This would be fantastic, hearing his stupid babble. If she had heard his mind though, she probably would have been scowling again - she didn't look so boyish, HAH. She had no charm, and she was NOT a nice person. So there.

But what M'kel thought was true, if partially. She was a prickly and guarded girl who had been thrust into a position she had never expected - it was power, and as a Senior Weyrling, it was only the start. She had no idea what she was doing - she was a young girl who wanted to make her own way, and she had no one to rely on it. As it were, she only just had her brother's back - and she was still refusing to talk to H'aze. She did need guidance, and would probably be willing to admit that - if M'kel wasn't such an ass about it. She probably, if given time and not pressured, would deal with M'kel on good terms, when he wasn't acting like an jerk. But Crown was a stubborn girl, and she was being pressured from one side and what-ever-you-called-M'kel from the other. So, she was grumpily NOT doing anything. And, as a point, Crown hated that M'kel had seen her at the worst moment in her life.

She had torn herself from love that had been offered freely, a love that she had never before been offered. She had ripped from Ezelth's offer, and in doing so felt as though half of her had been ripped apart - but M'kel and Tirenth were there for that, M'kel a wise Bronzrider who had helped her. Sometimes... And she would be shot before ever admitting this - sometimes she missed the Brozerider who had been such a huge figure in her life. When she had first been the drudge, M'kel had let her help bath Tirenth and he had spoken to her as though she wasn't stupid. Even when they had chased after her, they had been powerful, imposing, a leader.

She sorta... Missed that about him.

But Faranth lay a Purple before she ever told this bossy, officious, self-centered rider that.

'Good!' As he turned to move forward, he ran right into a branch. She threw her hand to her mouth, trying not to howl with laughter. She saw his back stiffen, and tried desperately hard not embarrass him by laughing - she had promised Ezelth she wouldn't be mean, and she shook with silent laughter as he spoke, following behind easily despite his assurances that she would have problems with the clothing. She just pulled past the obstacle.

'First of all, as you've no doubt learned, having such a position within the Weyr comes with numerous rewards and benefits. You've got your duties, of course, but no one's going to stop you from taking a day off to relax. That is one of the most important things for any leader...you have to be relaxed! A laidback and calm Jr. Weyrwoman is far more fit for command than someone who is high strung and worn out.' By this time, Crown had stopped laughing and was rolling her eyes. That was utterly ridiculous. Maybe a day off was good - but she would never follow in the rather obvious footsteps of M'kel in his taking a break every other day.

Crown realized - quite suddenly - that if she was going to take this outing with a grain of salt, she would have to translate his words into normal speech, not M'kel talk. She did so - or else the day would probably have gone sour fast. Crown didn't really have as much self control as Ezelth gave her credit for. So - a break was good, when she had the time or when she was particularly stressed out and still had the time. Because she realized that she was going to be stressed out alot. She was so intent with digesting this - and ignoring the rider ahead of her - that she too missed the roll of thunder.

'About those rewards, though. Be careful not to push too much. The privilege is rightfully yours, of course, but people need to be handled gently, or they might become spiteful. Even the lowliest drudge can have quite the temper...' As the man trailed on, she lifted an eyebrow and looked at him, and true enough, he suddenly looked at her with a sheepish smile and cleared his throat. She made a rude sound, and kept walking, secretly amused.

'Basically...you've got to be a bit careful, Crown. I know it seems like you're on top of the world, loved and admired by all, and with the power to do everything you please, but unfortunately, politics tends to be rather messy. Sometimes people you think you can trust turn out to be...not so trustworthy. Sometimes you think you're well-liked, when really everyone's just looking for an excuse to stone you.' As he went on talking, she suddenly found herself more serious, looking up at the taller man's back with a mixture of sympathy and anguish. She could imagine how awful that must have been for him, how miserable he must have been in that time period. They had stopped, and she hadn't even realized it, closer to the man than she had been in a long time, looking up into the hazel eyes with a solemn look.

'I guess, you just need to know who you can trust. So long as you have even one person you can confide in, who will have your back no matter what, it makes the whole thing much easier. Be wary of enemies, and hold on to friends. And y'know, if you ever want, well...I'm here. If you ever want to talk. Ezelth seems to have no qualms with bespeaking Tirenth, so you're free to call anytime.' She felt so miserable for him that she reached out tentatively and touched his arm, her eyes large and sad. It was very kind of him to offer her his friendship - it was true that Ezelth seemed to fancy Tirenth (something that she made a mental note to stop rather fast) and she was truly touched that he would offer that to her.

Of course, this touching moment wouldn't last very long, because of course, it was M'kel. 'Oh, and you'll also find that every man in the Weyr wants to bed you. Don't let yourself get carried away by temptation, too much. Moderation really is best in everything.' She rolled her eyes, back to being irritated. Really? Really?! She wasn't going to fall into temptation any time soon. "You do realize I've never even kissed? I'm pretty sure I'm not going to fall for the temptation now."

You are very kind, Ezelth. I am very glad to learn that I have been of assistance to you. I never knew if I hindered more than helped, though I have always been prepared to try. I have always enjoyed our conversations, though, even if the situations weren't always much to be desired. The gold - looking out at the skies, pushed the denial back at him. I am not being kind - I am being truthful. You always have been, and I do not doubt you always will be. She noted his hesitation there, and dipped her head down, resting it against her front foreleg with a quieter tone. No, the situations were not always to be desired. But you helped me when I was thread-scored, and you helped me with MineOwn. The Gold's memory was good, even if the actual words were fuzzy now, and the dragon suddenly peered at the edge of her ledge. Would you like to join me, Tirenth? My ledge is not so good for sunning, as I am lower, but I have been ordered to my ledge and cannot escape to the Bowl edge. You do not have to - I'm sure the sun is wonderful up there. It is just an offer, and both of ours are together while we are alone.

She was a little awkward in her asking - she had never done that before, but she applied her same grace and logic to it as everything else. After all, an offer is an offer, and he could deny it all he wished. She was lonely though, and missed company - she had not had to have Her's leave her side for more than two sevendays, and she missed her bitingly.

[M'kel]

His avid pupil seemed to be soaking in his advice quite diligently, and so M'kel was encouraged onwards in his confident speech. After all, if there was anything M'kel liked better than...well, you know...it was speechmaking! He constantly craved attention, and though he often managed to secure it for himself in one way or another, there was something powerful about speaking and having others listen. Especially when his audience was a goldrider! Why, she had even reached out to touch his arm, utterly swept away by his words and sharing in the moment.

And then the hand dropped away, her eyes gave an all-too-familiar swivel within her pretty skull, and words dripped from her narrow lips with honeyed scorn. 'You do realize I've never even kissed? I'm pretty sure I'm not going to fall for the temptation now.'

Now that gave M'kel pause.

"Really?" he blurted instantly, without a thought. Her scorn brushed past him unfelt, so shocked he was by this declaration. "You've never been kissed?" It seemed unfathomable to M'kel. Why, he couldn't even remember the first time...it was hundreds of Turns ago in the past now, literally. So many women had flitted through his life since then, some of the faces he could no longer recall. And yet, as shallow as all that may seem, he couldn't imagine living without the flutter he felt each time a new intrigue began, or a familiar one was re-lived.

"But why?" An obnoxious question from an obnoxious man, but she really couldn't expect less from him, now could she? "I mean, when you were a drudge, well, but you cleaned up pretty enough."

The young bronzerider didn't even need a chiding stab from his dragon to realize that was tactless. M'kel ducked his head suddenly, closing his eyes and wishing he could take that back. But there was nothing for it, and he may as well try to correct it. Raising his eyes quickly to meet hers, he flashed a small smile to take the bite out of his earlier words. "I mean..." he began slowly, "...you are pretty.

"And," he added quickly, "you will not have to wait long for that. After all, you've Impressed gold. And trust me, it will be well worth the wait."

Awkwardly, M'kel reached out and gave her a pat on the shoulder. It would have seemed pathetic coming from anyone else, but it was a huge gesture from the insensitive bronzerider. He hardly even realized half the time that other people had feelings, so he only hoped that Crown could tell he was being sincere. If rather thick-headed.

Then he began to grow uncomfortable once more and glanced hastily over his shoulder. "Shall we continue on then?" As if in response, another peal of thunder split the air, and a fat raindrop splatted directly onto his nose. "Hm..." he muttered speculatively, glancing skyward. "I hope it's not going to..."

And the downpour began.

As the skies clouded over, Tirenth was just receiving Ezelth's invitation to join her for some sun. The bronze rumbled in amusement, opening a few contentedly shut lids to glance at the darkening sky. I think that Rukbat will not be long with us now, but the stone is still warm. So long as yours would not object, I would be happy to join you. The large bronze shifted, levering his forelegs to stand, as the first raindrops began to fall. Oh...that is not good. Tirenth peered down at the wet splashes on the edge of his ledge, shifting his bulk unhappily back into his weyr. It is raining? His question was more for Ezelth's desires with this change of events than an actual confirmation of what he already knew. Should he still join her, or withdraw to the shelter of his own weyr.

[.K.aci]

Crown thought it was almost sad that M'kel believed she was caring this much - and she felt bad for him. After his try at being a Weyrleader (young too), people had scorned him... But maybe he had grown up a little bit. He seemed to really care, even if some of his tries were a fail, and Crown sensed that if he had someone to make him work, he might live up to his full potential. After all, Ezelth liked Tirenth well enough, and she couldn't stand the silly Bronze's. Tirenth was a clever and wise and Crown couldn't believe that he would pick a total idiot. So, she gritted her teeth and kept on trucking through his idiocy.

It was turning out harder than she thought.

'Really? You've never been kissed?' She stiffened, narrowing her eyes at him. Why would he say it in that tone? And even before being rude, it wasn't nice - he didn't have to rub it in. Before (and a little after) Ezelth, she had often felt so alone... It had helped that the twins had been searched - having them in the Weyr had helped, when she could distract herself by talking to them. A depressing state that threatened to take over her sometimes - she ignored it as best as she could. 'But why?' Wow. A slim eyebrow lifted, and she sneered at him lightly... 'I mean, when you were a drudge, well, but you cleaned up pretty enough.' She coughed then, both eyebrow's flying up as her mouth dropped open and she looked at him with fury rising.

It didn't help that M'kel ducked his head and closed his eyes, apparently regretting the tactlessness of the words. Tirenth probably smacked him. 'I mean...' She closed her mouth slowly, still glaring.

[/i]'...you are pretty.'[/i] That froze her, and her eyes widened as she looked at him. That would be the first time she was called pretty, ladies and gentleman, and the girl had no idea how to take it. It helped that he moved on quickly, and she tucked that in the back of her mind, ignoring the smug Ezelth as well. I told you you were beautiful. 'And, you will not have to wait long for that. After all, you've Impressed gold. And trust me, it will be well worth the wait.'

She nibbled her lip as she looked at him, eyes still flashing anger but speculating. She was also confused. "What does being a Goldrider have to do with that? I'm not a sleeper, and when Ezelth
Flies I'm pretty sure I'm going to lock myself into a closet." She lifted an eyebrow as he patted her shoulder, but let it happen - he was trying to be caring, at least, and she understood his intent, so she nodded gravely in acceptance to his somewhat feeble apology, and looked just as relieved as he must have felt when he suggested, 'Shall we continue on then?' The thunder caught her attention at that time, and she looked up, flinching as the raindrop caught on her cheek. 'Hm... I hope it's not going to...'

And then, it began to pour down. Not even the thick trees helped stop it, and she cast around wildly. The thunder, the lightening - she loved the storms, but they had been walking for a long time, and Ezelth couldn't come and pick them up. Tirenth probably couldn't find a place to land - and she was getting soaked through to the bone. She froze suddenly as she looked down, and began to curse mentally. Despite the size of her clothing, it was a light, thin material that was getting soaked fast and sticking to her everywhere - and she couldn't find a place to hide. She hated her body - she wore the bigger clothing on purpose, and while she wouldn't mind nearly as much... She was with M'KEL. With a sudden urgent look on her face she spun around and tried to find someplace that would protect them from the downpour, snarling. "This is just great."

I think that Rukbat will not be long with us now, but the stone is still warm. So long as Yours would not object, I would be happy to join you. The Gold sniffed delicately. That is ridiculous. It is MY ledge, not her's, and also, she does not mind. She likes you. She waited eagerly, trying to pretend not be as eager as she feeling. Oh...that is not good. It is raining? The Gold shifted, growling slightly at her leg as it twinged, and looked out. Oh, Her's was out there! She moved in a whirlwind, even if her body did not. Tirenth, if you like, I would still ask for your company. She then switched to Her's. Are you alright? The girl clung to her dragon like a dying person, wailing in her mind. No! It's RAINING, and M'kel is going to see me! She was wailing, and Ezleth tried to sooth her best she could. Do not worry Mine... But we can not come to get you. I am sorry. Just breath, you silly Mine. You will be fine.

And Ezelth did what she thought was best, and cut off from Her's completely, leaving Crown wanting to hyperventilate and trying to figure out what to do. Crap.[/blockquote][/size]

[M'kel]

A closet? That elicited an immediate snort from M'kel. The bronzerider brushed the raindrop from his nose, shifting to fix Crown with a bemused gaze. Did the poor girl really think Flights worked that way? That she would have the willpower and awareness to lock herself in a room and not let anyone in? She was just about stubborn enough that he might believe it, except that it was impossible to overcome the emotions of a Flight. Wasn't it?

But as much as he was eager to disillusion her of that fantasy, just to see her reaction (yes, he was still that immature), the weather was far too distracting. That 'little' storm that had begun with some thunder and a downpour was fast picking up into a gale, as the tops of the palm trees around them began to sway, and the rain took on a slant as it pounded against his form.

"Where did this sharding thing come from?!" he hollered over the rain and wind, brushing soaking wet, blond locks off his forehead and out of his sight. M'kel's eyes narrowed slightly at the sight of Crown with her back to him; really, she was being petulant about his speech now? But he didn't have time to be frustrated with her, he just grabbed her by the shoulder and gave her a little shake. "I think we should try to get back to the Weyr!" Well wasn't that just the smartest thing he'd said all day. "Come on!"

Holding firmly to her arm - the last thing he was going to do was lose one of the Weyr's Jr. Weyrwomen in this storm! - M'kel began to march back in the direction they came. Except that it was very difficult recognizing the path when the wind was tossing the vines and shrubs like that...and when the rain kept running in his eyes. "This is the right way...right?" he called to Crown, pausing in a moment of uncertainty.

You are all right, mine? Tirenth inquired, sensing that his was becoming slightly more distressed.

Just fine, Tirenth, don't you worry...just a little rain. Maybe we'll just wait out here under a tree, if we can't get back...

The great bronze shuddered slightly at the thought. He couldn't imagine being out in such weather; much better to be warm and dry in his weyr. Except...

...that Ezelth had invited him to join her in hers, and that would mean going out in that rain.

Tirenth shifted his great bulk, gazing out into the downpour and flicking his wings with displeasure. My, he was becoming almost as well-to-do as his rider, it seemed. That thought, and the warmth of Ezelth's thoughts as she urged him to come once again, decided it for the bronze, and he quickly made the leap from his ledge, spreading his wings and spiraling around to land heavily on hers and dart into the shelter within. With a great shake, he rid himself of as much of the water as possible, then folded his wings and gazed at the gold. Oops. Tirenth gazed in horror. He had just shaken water all over a gold dragon. Yup, he was in for it now. I am so sorry, Ezelth... His eyes whirled faster, yellow and orange. Should he just hop right back out into the storm and make for his own weyr again?