Lizardus Coitus Interruptus [Kiamyn/Z'lud]

Syra swept into the Kitchen's wearing a dress for the first time in many days. Curious eyes glanced at her garb, the black dress fitting tight to her upper body, and the thin fabric swirling around her ankles. A couple of watching men whistled appreciatively and the woman smiled in their direction without slowing her pace. Going to each of the cooking areas, Syra inquured quietly about scrap meat or any guts that those cooking didn't need. She gathered them into a wooden bucket and moved to the next person. It was Hatch day for a nest of wild firelizard eggs she had been watching for weeks, waiting for them to start hardening in their nests beside the lake. A weyrling waited patiently for her outside, ready to fly her back to the lakebed. The young man had bartered for her bubbly pies with ferry offers, which Syra had readily accepted - on the agreement that it was when it would not be interrupting any duties the young man should have been informing instead.

Once she had collected all she thought she could reasonably find at that hour, there wasn't much at the prep for breakfast, Syra chose a chunk of the less than prime wherry meat and chopped it into small pieces and added them to the bowl. The little offering would have do, she decided. How much could a firelizard hatchling eat anyway? Smoothing her dress, she looked down at herself and tried to hide a grin. She usually preferred her pants and shirts to dresses, but Impressions were an occasion to celebrate; even if it was just for a firelizard. Calling "Thank you!"'s over her shoulder, the woman hurried from the Kitchens with her prize in hand.

As she approached, the blueriding Weyrling unfolded a huge length of shapeless cloth and handed it to her, offering to take the bowl of meat. "Can't go between wearing that dress, Syra." he grinned, "That should fit you, at least for the trip there." She took the cloak, noting it was probably his own personal one, and draped it around herself. The young man handed her the bowl, and the dragon knelt down, offering her his foreleg as a step up onto his back. Syra climbed up, juggling the bowl and allowed the rider to strap her legs to the flying straps and climb behind her, wrapping an arm around her waist. "Ready?" he asked, and she nodded her assent.

Syra closed her eyes, preparing herself for the bone chilling cold of between that was only slightly held off by the cloak. Within the span of a couple breaths, the dragon and his passengers blinked into the sky above the Weyr lake. "Where would you like me to let you off Syra?" he asked, looking below them as the blue hovered in the hair. She smiled, pointing to the far end of the lake far from the nest so it wouldn't be disturbed. The dragon obliged, after getting his orders from his rider and the woman slid down the smooth hide and threw sand in every direction as she landed. "Thank you! Go study, or whatever it is you should really be doing right now," she teased, "Come see me if you want more pies. And don't forget to get that message to Kiamyn!" With that, the bonded pair took wing again and disappeared into the sky.

The woman kicked off her moccasins and strode down the length of the bank, letting the water wash over her feet. The water was decently cold, but not enough to discomfort her. At the other end of the beach, tiny mounds poked up from the sands of the bank, their little shells just visible in the early morning sunlight. The loosely packed sand would fall away as the shells started wibble wobbling with their tiny occupants. Syra settled herself a short distance away, far enough that she could watch the firelizard eggs and approach the hatchlings when it was time to Impress. She only hoped that the weyrling would be able to find Kiamyn in time for the woman to be there for the Hatching.