(Kaya) A humid, summer breeze left Kaya drowsy and bored, cooped up doing nothing while Fyra was asleep. Iomethe and P'zaz were away visiting his parents. She had met them; they were extremely nice.

Leaning her face into her cupped hands, Kaya propped herself up on her elbows to look sullenly across the table at the wall. A glass lifted off the counter nearby as Kaya toyed with her concentration.

The door suddenly burst open. Kaya whipped off her chair, ready to verbally attack whoever would give her such a shock. The glass dropped to the floor, shards of it spattering the floor.

The person rushing in the door was so pale he was a vision of a ghost. Kaya remained silent, waited frantically for news. The person had only to pronounce the first letter of his message for her to be rushing to her room. That letter was P, for Pashe-ki.

The messenger spewed out the news, Pashe-ki had been sighted. Kaya threw on her gear, mentally awaking Fyra as she did so. Fyra was awake by the time Kaya got to her to "saddle" her and ride off.

As they were on their way out of the lair, Kaya recalled telling Pleashette something about meeting her, mentally noting that would not be possible.

~Fyra, tell Plaeshette ok~

~Ok, they're on their way.~

~WHAT!? I meant tell her I can't meet her this morning, not come help!~

~Whoops...~
(Plaeshette) Shette couldn't remember the summer, it seemed like the winter was so long. Inhaling deeply, she felt the soft wind generated by Arenta's beating wings.

~Shette wait!...~

~What is it?~ ~Fyra just told me Kaya couldn't meet you today...~

~Why not?~ It was such a lazy day, what else was there to do?

~I don't know, I'll have to ask her...~

Plaeshette sighed and continued her way down the stairs anyway. Arriving at the bottom of the flight, a sudden feeling of unsteadiness caught her ... something was extremely wrong. It was then she noticed a messenger on his way out of Kaya's lair ... if her notion was correct, there were pashe-ki on the loose!

"Excuse me, could you please tell me ... were there any pashe-ki spotted today?"

He didn't reply at first, but became paler than he already was, then began nodding feverishly.

"Thank you," Plaeshette ran back up the stairs to throw on her fighting gear and join the battle...
(Elan) Elan was draped over Torbie's shoulderblades, lazily enjoying the sunshine. Torbie had flown her to a nearby field, peppered with wildflowers, and had immediately settled in for a nap. Elan couldn't have agreed with her more. The air was sweet with the scent of summer blossoms and insects buzzed, whined, and generally made a peaceful racket in the background. "This makes me want to write poetry," she dreamily murmured.

Torbie blinked and shifted, sending Elan tumbling head over heels into the turf. >>She fell down/And ate some ground,<< Torbie giggled.

"WAH! That's not what I meant!" yelped Elan, rolling over and spitting out soil. "This is a nice MORNING, that's what I meant!" She stood and slapped dirt off of her breeches and winced as she steadied her medic's pack; she had fallen on the part of it where she had stored some of her harder instruments.

The silver blinked again. >>She complained/And was then detained!<<

"Stop it! You're not a good poet at all! You have no rhythm!"

So you want me to rhyme with something about birds and flowers and grass? But that's boring!<<

"So it's boring to you, but a lot of people LIKE to read about it!"

Then why don't they go traveling or something?<<

"ARGH!" Elan began to pummel Torbie's foreleg; the big silver stared at her and yawned. Suddenly, she stopped in midyawn and paused for a moment. Elan stared at her long canines and drew back. "What are you doing?"

Pashe'ki!<<

"Oh, not again!"

Yes, again! What, do you think they take vacations?<<

"I wish that they'd invent them!"

I don't believe that they're ingenious enough.<<

"A pity," groaned Elan.

Shall we fly, Elan, and help out the wounded?<<

"We shall," Elan grinned, jumping up to mount Torbie.

The battlefield was aglow with the hides of dragons and blackened with the bruises against the sky that were the Pashe'ki. Elan and several other medics were soon swooping underneath the fray, waiting for any dragons that might be injured wing-wise that needed to be helped to the ground or to help riders injured in the saddle. Elan began to wish that she had saddled Torbie; the great silver's shoulderblades were shifting constantly and were giving her a terrible time, so she moved farther up onto Torbie's neck. She glanced up and bit her lip as the wind rushed past; so far, so good. A black eagle went into a death dive, squealing as it tumbled, spouting jet-black blood.

The battle is going well,<< Elan remarked mentally to Torbie.

Indeed. Wait!<< Torbie stared upward and mentally alerted the rest of the medics...
(Aeryan) "'Oh Yae, we are never going to battle the pashe-ki." Aeryan whined to her purple dragon Yaeris.

~oh quit your whining and enjoy the day~

"I can't meditate on a day like this it is too distracting especially since we have been here for a while and havn't been in a battle yet." Aeryan sighed deeply and stood up for her crosslegged position. She walked over to the purple dragon and rested her head on its shoulder. "I'm sorry Yearis, I'm just a little edgy today for some reason. As Aeryan's vision drfited across the sky, suddenly she noticed several dragons taking off in the same direction. Thinking nothing of it, she continued to watch them fly away into the distance.

Suddenly she realized what the mass of swirling colors in the distance was: a battle. She jumped up and grabbed Yaeris' neck.

~What is it?~

"A battle lets goi get our gear."