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Jaiyce was roused from his light doze by a mental trill from His Maracajath. Rather than sitting bolt upright at the rude awakening Jaiyce rather rolled to one side and opened a single silver eye to look upon his other half, his eyebrow raised in query. Maracajath flopped down with a huge sigh and a quite audible ‘thump’. “When did you get so old and BORING?!?!” he tossed at his Rider eyeing him with attitude, practically daring His to swing back.

“Excuse me!” That made him sit up fast. “Me, Jaiyce of Maracajath BORING- that is utterly impossible and you know it!” He stood and stretched, his body ached. He’d been doing double duty of a kind. With the food crisis many riders had begun fishing and of course His Mara had to be part of that, and he’d also been helping the cooks experiment with alternative food sources- so he had reason to be sore. Stretching done, he began to pace around his weyr, really getting warmed up to his subject. “I have the Best BLUE in all of pern, I’m doing all I can to keep this weyr in food, riding in our wing, and-”

Jaiyce was cut off by the sarcastic voice of his blue “Ooooh, how fancy all of that is!” He rolled his eyes for good measure. Mara was making sure to get his rider good and riled up. “You do get to wear your best clothes fishing after all don’t you- or has my memory failed me- I’ve seen you in nothing else in ages!” He rose to his feet, stretching his wings and brining his tail in to stop the pacing of his rider. “What ever happened to……” he paused for dramatic effect “Fun?!?”

Jayice stopped short to keep from trodding on the tail, momentarily distracted from the words. Returning his focus- he opened his mouth to argue, then promptly closed it- seeing the gleam in his dragons eye. “ Mara…...what are you up to THIS time?” He gave the dragon his sternest look, which did little to quell the exhibitionist.

In response his dragon looked smug and folded his wings down and settled into a crouch.” Oh nothing, just thinking of that lovely lady YOU keep thinking of…the one who searched you, who’s queen dragon bore me, and the one you’ve been besotted with ever since. I mean, you tried to be romantic before but it wasn’t the time- it seems you’ve given up now. I bet she doesn’t even remember your name!” Maracajath taunted.

Pausing, his head tilted in consideration, and he chose to not rise entirely to the bait. “You’re right, I have been thinking of Vosin…..” he thought of his first sight of her when she’d searched him, and a faint smile came unknowingly to his face. And yet there was no pang of loss accompanying it- as finding his other half had truly healed him.

“Why don’t you talk to your wingleader and ask for a few hours off around sunset at the end of the sevenday… speak to Vosin and ask her to do the same. We can go for a flight and you can admire my lovely colors in the sunset light and then compare it to the gleam of starlight off my scales.”

Jaiyce nodded slowly, setting aside all the vain dragons self compliments with a wave of love and admiration. He gave his dragon a single nod, and strode out to go talk to his Wingleader.


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Later that day a fire lizard arrived at the weyr of one Vosin of Killakeeth, bearing a single flower, with a scroll bound to it with a blue and gold ribbon entwined. “Vosin, if you’ve not forgotten the foundling cook you and your lovely Queen Killakeeth searched up, and it strikes both you and Yours fancies,it would be my delight to meet you for a sunset flight at the end of the sevenday.
Fondly, Jaiyce

Jayice was pacing...no, stalking- about the weyr as he awaited the return of his little Berri. His loafed about lazily, not worried in the slightest for after all if he was the best blue on Pern, which he was- obviously his rider was the best, and thus need have no worries. But just as his rider was about to go off on his third….or was it fourth...rant of self doubt Berri returned.

Jaiyce practically flew across the weyr to her, and scoured the little flit looking for a reply, his gray eyes lit up as he saw the hide she held. “We’d be delighted” the words took the worry out of his posture and mind- and he broke the silence with an excited chuckle-”She certainly knows how to be direct, and yet so enticing!”

For his part Maracajath simply rolled one eye to give His a look of triumph, as he’d been right after all.
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Though it was only a sevenday, which by definition was only SEVEN days…...Jayice would’ve sworn it was more like a turn before the appointed day came. Maracajath was even on edge a bit, just because his rider had been nigh unbearable, with the drama- and this was coming from HIM!

The pair began preparations well before sunset, as Maracajath insisted that he be thoroughly bathed and well oiled, afterall he was going to be flying with a Gold- even if that gold was his Dame. But he was kind and made sure that Jaiyce had time to bathe himself and was even considerate enough to make sure his rider had some time for his hair to dry. (He’d listened to enough complaints about flying with wet hair lately).

Maracajath went slightly distant as he was bespoke by Killakeith. Without needing to consult with his rider he replied “ “Greetings and health to you and Yours, Killakeeth. Mine is nearly ready as well. As for where to meet, kindly take wing and head towards the sun….” he trailed off a bit mischievously. “ “It is time” he informed His simply. Jayice hurried to brush and tie his hair back with a leather thong covered by a blue ribbon. As they left the dragon reminded his rider pompously to not forget the small wrapped package that his rider had been fussing over for most of the sevenday- yet now forgot in pure excitement to see Vosin.

They made their way to the ledge overlooking the Weyr that Maracajath had picked out just for this occasion, and watched for the glint of gold hide to be seen flying up and westward. The moment he saw Killakeeth, Maracajath dove off the ledge into a dive, flaring his wings in a show of control to stop his descent just as he came beside the large gold, and her rider- eyes swirling deep blue with pride in how he executed the maneuver. Jayice and his Maracajath remained uncharacteristically silent, allowing the ladies first words.