The rider and dragon lounged on his ledge, each soaking up the rays of the sun, watching as a gold dragon rose in flight.  "Hmm...  Which gold is that, Cyllanth?" J'nal inquired of his blue, who didn't reply for a moment. I do not know, The blue replied.  Their thoughts are too jumbled when mating flights occour.  However, I do know that there are two browns and three bronzes! Grinning, J'nal gave his blue's hide an affectionate swat.  "Well, any bozo could tell me that, silly," He said, smiling.  J'nal didn't know whether it was just him, but he could never get over the fact of how wonderful Cyllanth was.  Were all riders like that? Not my other one, obviously, Cyllanth said in a sober voice.  J'nal said nothing; Cyllanth had been one of those "abandoned dragons," one of the three that were abandoned.  J'nal could remember walking in, shaking, and seeing the two blues and the bronze.  He walked in first, and paid no attention to the bronze, for Cyllanth was so gorgeous.... Olanath is flying sometime soon. J'nal stared as his dragon's statement. "Since when have you ever had an intrest in rising greens?" He joked, wondering if this was what Cheche had been talking about.  She said that few abandoned dragons ever rose, and Cyllanth sure hadn't tried for any green at all. Since five seconds ago. "So you're serious about this?  You really are going to try and fly Olanath?"  He stared up at Cyllanth in amazement.  As his dragon affirmed this, J'nal smiled and leaned back against his dragon once again, trying to sort out the confused feelings that filled his heads, flitting about like firelizards. At Olanath's flight... Return to J'nal's Weyr