Zaikt
Winter had established her talony hold upon the weyr. Banashe wondered how long winter was going to last this turn. She was bundled up against the cold and walking the weyrbowl. All too soon she'd be stuck in her weyr or the lower caverns unless she was out riding. While it would make threadfall easier, she wasn't looking forward to the cabin fever that was sure to creep over them. At least she could always take a ride out on Severith if she really needed a break; cold or no. A dragonrider dealt with between all the time and it was colder than it ever got here.
Severith slowly kept pace with his rider. A little walk didn't bother him. The winter gives us time to work on our plans. We can and should work on those anytime, not just winter. The teen was motivated. She wanted to rise up in the ranks that wanted to hold her back; brown or no. Banasha narrowed her eyes as a bright glint of gold caught her eye.
Watch out, its a booby, she thought sarcastically to her brown. Gold riders. The peak bane of her existence. Everything was simply handed to them on a platter. Everyone groveled to them, and Lord Holders rubbed shoulders with them. While she a female brownrider had to fight and struggle for just a little recognition. Her lips curled back slightly in a silent snarl. She didn't believe gold or bronze riders had a right to be weyrleaders just on the glitter of their dragon's hides. Banashe was determined to prove it to the weyr; some how, some way.