The lower caverns were not brightly lit at this hour, and the Serrah's blush went unnoticed as Seyna took another sip of klah. The dark haired rider laughed softly to the jumbled response, and leaned forward, resting her elbows against the long table.<br/><br/>"You sound as jumbled this morning as I've been feeling lately. I hope Charith flies soon. I'm frazzled about the edges with all of the whipsawing emotions lately. The sooner she rises and gets it out of her system, the saner I'll be."<br/><br/>Again, she voiced a soft laugh, a sound mingled of amusement and exasperation. She spoke again, grey eyes twinkling at Serrah as the other rider started in on her own breakfast. "Harath must need his nourishment. He's certainly the sharpest and most daring blue we have in the wing." She smiled with the compliment, and it was certainly true, in Seyna's opinion. She had been as surprised as many others when the blue dragon had chosen a female for his rider, but the dragons always know, and she would never question that bonding. She was, however, rather clueless and hadn't correlated what a pairing like that might mean in the way of the rider's orientation.