<strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 1.35em;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;">OOC  Character:  Sari:  Location:  Terran Weyr,  action moves from <span class="bbc_u">Sari's quarters to the weyr's main hall.  Time is early morning.</span><br/> (http://i80.photobucket.com/albums/j164/chachi9/maryam-1.jpg)</span></span></strong><br/>Sari tries to stifle another yawn; last night had been another late night as<br/>the Weyr had gone through formation drills. The weyrleaders were certain that there would be thread again soon even though there had not been thread for almost 400 turns. Sari, for the most part, didnt mind. She loved flying with Ronith, her green dragon. She could't believe it had been almost 9 years since she had impressed. At sixteen, she was the youngest woman in her group to impress a dragon. She didn't care though. Once Ronith mindspoke her name to her, nothing much else mattered at all. Well, her music still did of course! Music and Ronith.<br/>Feeling a nudge at the back of her mind Sari laughed, "ok, ok! I'm hungry too!" Sari had a quick wash in the basin near her bunk, and hurriedly pulled on her riding pants, a heavy tunic, and thick socks, then she grabbed her straps, riding jacket and helmet, and headed for the door and Roni's ledge.  Sari stamped on her heavy riding boots, and knowing she would get no peace until she fed her hungry dragon, not that she would ever neglect her! Sari sprinted over to her friend. Laughing and a bit out of breath from her jaunt, Sari scratched Roni's eye ridges as she asked, "Ready dear heart?"  Ronith's eyes were quickly whirling red.<br/>"You are here, I am here; we hunt?"  Roni's hunger evident in the color of her eyes and the rumbling in her stomach.<br/>"Then let us fly," Sari encouraged as she patted Ronith on the neck.<br/>Ronith needing no further inducement, gave Sari her front foreleg to step on, Sari adjusted her straps and once ready, fixed the location of the wherry feeding pens set aside just for the dragons into Roni's mind.<br/><br/><br/>Leaving a full and freshly scrubbed Ronith to catch the morning sun, Sari hastened to the hall. She always tried to make it a point to be in the hall when the weyrleaders and wingleaders were there. Not only because she had access to more information then, but also because she hoped that by now they considered her a friend.<br/>Sari waved and gave a warm smile to the people she knew, but she kept her steps even and on course.  It's A'Drew she needed to speak with.  He had been avoiding her lately and she would know why.  Ah, she was in luck!  For the first time in days Sari catches A'Drew alone. Sitting quickly before he has a chance to rise, Sari cocks her left eyebrow and stares at her old friend.<br/>"Shards, A'Drew. Why the bums rush lately?" She asks, trying to be casual, but not quite able to keep the hurt from eyes.<br/>