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The little white's excitement was infectious. Dragons didn't smile, no, but Strigonth's eyes whirled a bit faster, and deeper, deeper blue-green. Running might be just the thing, since you've got ever so much energy, Baihath. Would that all the Weyr's dragons had your spirit! We'd get ever so much done, hmm? He moved a bit more sedately himself, but there were times that that sort of vibrant energy was definitely called for. He wondered to himself if that vivaciousness would be tempered with time, and then by thread. Hopefully the little white never lost his zest. It would be a tragic day indeed if he did.

He remained stooped low until the little gold was securely up and settled atop his back. Already she was much larger than she'd been when she had arrived...but so was he. She still fit, with room to spare. And not even a p***k from her little claws, how very thoughtful. If you grow tired, Baihath, or change your mind, I think I'm yet large enough to carry you both. And if you'd rather run, well, perhaps once we reach the beach I will be able to give you a small ride as well. Khamaith, he was sure, wouldn't mind sharing. She seemed a perfectly delicate little thing. A radiant queen in miniature. Comfortable, Khamaith? If I move too quickly, or too roughly, do let me know, won't you? It was his gentlemanly obligation to see to her comfort after all.

With slow, almost leisurely steps that sent him gliding effortlessly and smoothly over the ground, the blue set out for the beach. Keeping his rider appraised of all that was going on, the blue made sure to keep a pace that the white could keep up with...and also one that would allow him to stop with ease to scoop Baihath up, should he need it. The shore was not so far, though even now he didn't dare try to fly the hatchlings down. Should either fall, it would be to his shame and grief.