Serrah sighed. She dropped her own dishes on the table for a waiting drudge to take and clean - something else she loved about being a dragon rider was having servants to wait on her, instead of having to do all that hard labour cutting wood.<br/><br/>"Seyna, wait..., please?" She blushed bright red. "This is really hard for me to say..."<br/><br/><em>I will wake Charith...</em><br/><br/><em>No, please don't, not yet.</em><br/><br/><em>But this is distressing you. If I wake her, she will rise. I am right outside her were. You are with Seyna. We will have a distinct advantage over all other blues and even browns.</em><br/><br/><em>No!</em>"Seyna, Harath blooded his kill this morning. He is threatening to wake Charith and rise with her." She decided the truth was better than dissembling. "The fact is, he really likes Charith, and I... really like you. I'd hate for you to be chosen the way ... you've seen it. It's..." she shuddered.<em>I'm so glad you are a male, Harath, dear.</em><br/><br/><em>What else would I be...?</em>The dragon was clearly puzzled by the comment.