Zen had been pondering over some charts he had made for his entertainment about the color spread here at High Reaches when he felt a bolt go down his spine. It was as if someone had poured boiling water directly down his back and it shot off threw the rest of him like a lightening bolt. He groaned as he knew what this was as he noticed his Garnet staring longingly into the sky and he sighed. " Go.. before I change my mind." He grumbled through clenched teeth. She really did pick the worst times.
He moved forward to lock the door to his weyr and sought out something ice cold to drink, something to calm the annoying fire in his blood.
Kerakeiath hesitated for a moment longer then rose from her bed of straw and took off into the sky, riding the air as if she was swimming in a sea of clouds. While she did this, she called out to the weyr.
" Brave dragons of High Reaches, I, Kerakeiath seek you out for a lovely afternoon flight. Would anyone desire to keep me company? If so, come find me." She called out, gliding leisurely along the clouds, though she dipped down occasionally to make herself easily visible.