Serrah looked up at the familiar voice. The green rider from her wing was sitting alone eating breakfast and Serrah had developed a liking for the girl. A few turns younger, her dragon was a turn older and would be rising to mate some time soon. Serrah sighed. She doubted she would get a chance, but she really did like the girl. She wandered over and sat down.<br/><br/><em>Do not be too sure... Charith is very close. I blood my kill!</em><br/><br/>"You what?"<br/><br/><em>There are only a few others awake. I suspect she will rise. You like Seyna, I like Charith. I wish to be ready, just in case...</em>