A'drew pats Zeranth on the neck and the big bronze climbs to its feet and spreads its wings. "Hang on tight." Is all the warning the woman gets before Zeranth leaps into the sky carried aloft on great flaps of his wings. Once they reached the correct height Zeranth hovers. "We are going to go Between. Its going to get very cold but it will only be for a few seconds. Just close your eyes and hang on tight." He warns the woman. It was the best he can do. To someone who had never been between it was a scary sensation nomatter what he could say to assure them.<br/><br/>He fixed the image of the star stone in his mind, of the watch weyr sunning itself, and of the bowl of the main weyr. Then he transfered the inages to Zeranth and suddenly he felt the biting cold of between. It was many times worse than the coldest winter and it leeched the heat from his body even through his heavy hide gear and clothes, and burned his score mark on his shoulder at the blood on his skin froze. Then they were coming in over the weyr and heading into land. Zeranths claws scrabbled and then dug into the gravel as he backwinged to slow the landing speed.