"Late?"  How could she possibly be late? Was she in the bath that long?  She'd been late before, but not often.  Usually it was because Lyzanth insisted on being bathed when her rider was clean!  Or wouldn't wait for the others to go and feed.<br/>The goldrider shrugged, wrapped herself in a towel, grabbed up her things and ran back to her room to dress.  And sure enough the sun was up!<br/>'Lyzanth?  You awake sweetheart?'<br/>'Now I am.  The Weyrling master was angry with you?'<br/>The gold had read her mind of course, which never ceased to amaze Neryma.  She was dressed now, her light skin still red from the hot water.  She quickly pulled her raven hair back and tied it with a strip of green leather, pulled her boots on and ran out to were the classes were being held.<br/>'Come quickly, my love.  I don't want to be anymore late than we already are.  And how did you miss the sun coming up?'<br/>'I guess I was more tired than I realized. And it was Zeranth who woke me, to find you.'<br/>"Oh, shards! No wonder he was angry!"  He was scared, she thought.  And a mating flight is starting!  I didn't know anyone was even awake yet!  I don't usually spend that much time in the bath!<br/>'We were both very tired after yesterday's training.  It is understandable for you to be sore.  And you always say how good water is for sore muscles.'<br/>'Your right, Lyzanth.  I will not worry about it.  Thanks, love.'<br/>The goldrider weryling arrived at the training at last!  She had given up on the dress and pulled a pair of red trousers with a yellow tunic and black belt out of her chest.  She always wore her black boots though, unless she was dressing up.<br/>She turned her attention to the Weyrling master and awaited his instruction.