As usual, Neryma was awake before the chickens without a thread of hope of getting back to sleep.  Frustrated, she stood and stretched, the fabric of her nightgown pulling against the curves of her body.  Neryma felt for Lyzanth's mind but the gold was sound asleep, once again, as usual.<br/>With a sigh turned yawn the Goldrider weyrling laid out a nice green dress and pulled her boots out from under the bed, grabbed up some undergarments and headed for the bathing room.<br/>One perk of waking so early is never waiting in line to get a bath!  After carefully placing her under things on a table, she let the nightgown fall to the floor and steeped into the hot water.<br/>"Hmmm, nothing like a hot soak first thing in the morning," she said aloud to no one.  Others needed klah to start their day, she needed this.  And weyrling training was hard and dirty work!  Neryma could feel the hot water working out her tired and sore muscles.  She was in bliss, and completely oblivious to anything outside of the bathing room.  Especially the sudden mating flight that had every one in a tizzy!<br/>The Goldrider was completely relaxed and so started in with the sweet sand.  Her hair was long and thick and took a great deal of the stuff by itself!  Almost as much as the rest of her petite body!<br/>When she was finally clean and awake, she stood to step out of the bath and glanced toward the entrance of the room.<br/>She froze.  Her eyes locked with those of the weyrling master, A'drew, and she knew in some distant part of her mind that she should cover herself but the shock that he would even be here this early was stopping all movement and all logical thought.