Meet Sy'rei and I at the fireheights. She wishes to see her darling baby brother... Asrakaerth reached out to Li'dyn, her voice a purr. She lay on the fireheights, sunning, as her rider leaned against her.
Z'osh had demoted them. The arrogance, the frustration. A weyr under Z'osh was not one that would ever favor Sy'rei. She was openly on Tuckal's side...and not just because the other woman was so lovely and powerful. More importantly, she could not go anywhere if Z'osh ruled the weyr. Hopefully Serapheth would find a way to banish the awful bronzerider.
She didn't betray any of these thoughts, not even when her "brother" arrived, joining her. "Ah, Li'dyn!" she said, rushing towards him to wrap him into a hug, as soon as he dismounted.