They popped back in from between, above the dragon heights. The sharp cliff sides didn't look to appealing to the on looker. One slip from here and you where done for. Though just looking beyond those you could clearly see the water fall that feed the small lake. He longed to swim in it... But more important things where first! He had to do things the way he was taught, report to the Weyrleader or the Weyrwoman first. Whoever was around. Though he looked forward for the weyr woman to meet. Not some bronze rider.

You shouldn't think like that, ridermine. He won the mating flight for the queen so he has to be a strong one. Woeith stated, rather smugly.
"well my friend. I would have to warn you... There are a few bronzes here. You might just fly the queen yourself." D'von laughed at his comment. He knew that his Woeith hated being chased by the bronzes... and larger browns... Your going to get us in so much trouble, ridermine. Woeith gurgled in his throat, at his own amusement.

"Bah... not to much I hope." He said as he directed Woeith to the heights...